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Living Cavern
The smooth, rounded walls of the vast living cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes. The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light up toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling. Ancient lustrous tables run along the long axis of the cavern, and at the far end is the raised dais and high table, where the Weyrleaders and their honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is chiseled into the stone: a smoking mountain in black, on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.
Perched near the food are thirty-five firelizards.
You see Snowball, Liqour Cabinent, A Basket of Eggs, Vaulted Cathedral Egg, Drab Cloister Egg, Crown and Anchor Egg, and Mountains of Austria Egg here.
Ilara, Yulianna, R'ley, Annalysa, Isoldi, Tstar, Kaslarna, Zella, and Jundi are here.
Obvious exits:
Northeast Caverns     Kitchens     Bowl     Southern Caverns

(Kaslarna's desc for the night
A deep blue midnight cloak covers this figure from neck to foot. As she moves the cloak flares open, revealing a familar sight. Tiny white stitches mark the positions of the stars in the sky on the underside of the cloak. Beneath the cloak is a long deep blue dress with two moons rising up the skirt. A simple mask covers her face, with only the area around her eyes covered. The mask is also a deep blue, but rising from the centre and over her forehead is a sun, yellow rays spreading out from its orange centre. Her brown hair is streaked with blue, adding to the effect)

R'ley strides in as quickly as he can carrying a big basket full of sand and firelizard eggs. His green, the mother of a couple of the eggs, curls on his shoulder without a care for what happens to her offspring. He can only wish Ivana is as neglecting. R'ley is very obviously dressed up for the party.

Eleia walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Jundi uses her teeth to get Charm Bracelet's clasp open and take it off.

Ivana is /not/ neglecting she hovers about the basket and screetches at R'ley, fanning her wings at his face, half trying to get him to give them /back/ half trying not wanting to make him drop them. The quandry. What's a gold to do?

"I shoulda brought a rope or something," Zella is murmuring toward Debajiring as she walks into the cavern. "I think I'll have a cramp in my hand holding this thing shut all night. You got a string lying around?" Surely he keeps a roll of yarn in his pocket. She smiles toward others, analying their outfits "Everyone looks splendid!"

R'ley picks up A Basket of Eggs.

Kiyna strides in from the South Caverns
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Kiyna calls to Hai, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Tarnished Gold Egg has arrived.

A dark figure skulks in through the shadows, fully masked up. Emerging , she heads towards the main gathering. "Hiya all." the masked candidate otherwise known as Kaslarna greets.

R'ley puts Tarnished Gold Egg in Eggie Basket.

Country Honor Egg has arrived.

R'ley puts Country Honor Egg in Eggie Basket.

R'ley drops Eggie Basket.

Mihally walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Ilara sweeps into the cavern, glossy feathers fluttering in her wake. Sorry, she didn't come as a rider after all, it seems. She blinks bemusedly at Zella, tilting her head slightly - which, considering the costume, is oddly fitting. "Holding what shut all night?"

An upside-down aquatic animal wobbles in, attempting to get the balance of the monstrous fish-butt so as not to fall over. The tail flops about, the costume bends midway, and he slips all together in-character for his fish-out-of-water get up. He shrugs to Zella, which causes more of the tail-flopping. "I don't, sorry... Maybe you should just stop holding it shut?"

Eleia goes home.

Mihally enters the room wondering if she knows anyone in there. She then finds a chair to sit down and rest her weary feet.

Isoldi props herself up against the serving table, one taloned hand curled around a glass of juice and the other absently holding her tail up off of the ground, lest some heathen step upon it. "Oooh, lovely!" she squeals at some costume spinning by, only to squeal it again and again at all the rest. Yes, she's quite enthusiastic. It helps to be a natural goofball though. Wait...wait...what's that? "FISH!" Juice spills as, with a mock-growl, the tunnelsnake begins to bounce towards the aquatic goodie.

Jundi glances about the living caverns as she steps in, grinning brightly behind the long snout of her mask. Not knowing anyone present, she stays at the fringes, not sure if she's too early or something. She admires other costume, but she sees one in particular that catches her attention -- "Fiiiiisssie!" the dolphin-girl squeels with glee.

Annalysa walks in like she always does, one foot infront of the other, her nose burried in hides, and straight over to where the Klah is. She pours herself a mug, grabs a sticky roll then wanders back over to her big fluffy chair by the fire. Sure, she's dressed in a candidates robe and has her face covered by a mask, but.. there was still some work to do, and she would just have to enjoy hte party later.

Tstar picks up Drab Cloister Egg.

Tstar picks up Vaulted Cathedral Egg.

Kiyna was awake and happy and perky but it would seem that just isn't how things are right now. Hair disarrayed clothes still gross and green she flops into an empty chair with her first meal of the day no matter that it's midmorning already. Eyes watch the group of people with disinterest before she just shrugs lightly and lays her head down next to her plate.

Tstar drops Drab Cloister Egg.

Tstar drops Vaulted Cathedral Egg.

Sarah glides gracefully in from the South Caverns.

Tstar picks up Drab Cloister Egg.

Tstar puts Drab Cloister Egg in Eggie Basket.

Zella turns with a wave toward Kaslarna, gesturing toward the vast attendance before grinning toward Ilara. "My jacket!" she replies, flashing it open briefly before closing it again and raising her eyebrows as if to say "See?" She turns toward Deba with a hmm, giggling at his attempts to walk. "I suppose I could... but that ruins the fun of flashing it open." She turns toward Kiyna, smiling softly at her friend. "Dear, why don't you go get some rest?"

Tstar picks up Vaulted Cathedral Egg.

Tstar picks up Crown and Anchor Egg.

Tstar puts Crown and Anchor Egg in Eggie Basket.

Tstar puts Vaulted Cathedral Egg in Eggie Basket.

Tstar picks up Mountains of Austria Egg.

Tstar puts Mountains of Austria Egg in Eggie Basket.

Debajirin looks around, arms pinwheeling as he nearly falls over in doing so in his bulky costume. The tunnelsnake is spotted, and he gives a completely un-fish sounding yelp. At Jundi's squeel, he waves a fin/arm in her direction. And now back to the tunnelsnake at hand: "Don't eat me!" The plea might be muffled a bit by the costume, but the meaning should be clear enough with the way he's waving his fins madly. "Well, we'd hate to ruin the fun," is commented to Zella, nonchalantly considering he's still afraid of being eaten.

Gabriella walks in from the South Caverns.

Jundi doesn't stalk the fissie, only because he already has a tunnelsnake to worry about. Maybe later. With a bright grin of good cheer towards him, she moves on into the crowd to mingle. A nod here, polite conversation there, and a bit to eat... This should be a fun evening, even if she doesn't know anyone. "Wonder where Slippa went," she mutters quietly to herself.

The Masked Swordsman, er woman sweeps into the room. Her cape billowing behind her, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of the sword at her hip. The green eyes behind the mask narrow as they sweep the room critically, from the costumed candidates to the fuming gold fussing over the eggbasket. "Hello..." Her voice is a low prr.

The fish is saved when the tunnelsnake stumbles over her own talons, being a bit unused to bouncing while wearing such exotic footwear. Isoldi staggers right into a table before deciding the wisest course is to drop into a chair -- after carefully arranging her floppy tail over one shoulder -- and gesture at the fish. "I won't eat you! Just a little nibble. We're hungry!" And in the meanewhile, that shipfish is gonna get a Look. Is there enough Debajirin to share?

Sarah walks in, her crimson gown swishing around her ankles. Golden hued mask is put around her face, as the girl glides over to R'ley and some of the others. "Hmmmm, not a lot of people here yet," she says with a wink, which is barely visible through her mask. "Do we need any help with the food?" she asks idly, smiling. Helping with food doesn't fit her costume, but it's her favorite thing! Looking over to Deba, she snickers. "You poor dear," she comments before waving Gabi over. "Dear, it looks wonderful," she says to the girl, smiling at their last minute planning. Alright, time to party?

The Black Wherry blinks bemusedly towards Zella, her masked tilted up for a moment as she tries to get a better look at the girl. "What are you supposed to be?" the Wherry croaks confusedly. Feathers stir and flutter with every movement, and a few fall off here and there -- someone will have to sweep up later. Probably the candies.

The gypsy slips into the cavern, slightly hesitant for she isn't use to wearing a dress. Her green eyes look around the room as her thin pink lips form a small smile. Gabi brushes her auburn hair behind her ears as she slips to Sarah's side, "Shh.." Gabi says softly to Sarah. "I don't want to make a scene over this." Is also whispered to Sarah. You can tell she isn't use to wearing dresses. Where are her large black boots as well? Not this thin sandles. Ah....o-well.

Zella raises an eyebrow toward Debajirin as she smirks. "Fried Debajirin with a little sauce. Or better yet, Debajirin stew." She nods slightly, adjusting her coat. "Mmhmm... Have to /try/ to shock people." Though in this weyr, that's close to impossible. She giggles toward Isoldi before oohing at Sarah. "How pretty," she tells her before she looks toward this wherry figure and flashes open her jacket. "A flasher," she replies with a grin.

Night sky clad candidate looks round at all the other costumed people. "Looking good people." she says, her exposed mouth curving in a smile. Her cloak billows open, showing the stars as she (Kas) wanders idly round.

Carefully sets the eggie basket on a hearths edge to keep warm. As the dasterdly handsome pirate turns about he spots The Masked Swordswoman come in and lets his brilliant emerald gold gaze stay on her for several moments before flashing a white tooted admiring grin, "Hello to you to." he purrs back.

The Fish eyes the tunnelsnake warily before quitting Zella's side to wander over to her, and leaning down as much as he dares to peek at her in the chair. The tail, of course, flops forward to cover his eyeholes, and it takes him a few seconds to make it behave again. "Don't listen to her," he whispers to Isoldi, pointing towards the Flahser. "I would be terrible in a sauce or a stew. Especially in a stew. Though, if the sauce involved some nice white wine, maybe from Tillek..." He gives an ooh to the night sky before leaning as casually as a fish can on a nearby table and gazing over at the Tunnelsnake.

The Ebony Wherry bobs her head, feathers quivering on her mask. "Oh! ... I see." No comment is made, thankfully, about the improperness of flashers. Its a party, and though the wherry is fidgeting with extreme nerves, she's trying to relax and have fun. The Cloaked One is given a small wave of her talon as she passes.

The bride has arrived! She sweeps into the room, glancing around at all the different...erm...animals and people, and snickers softly, giving a little shake of her head and heading straight for the sweets table. After all, with all the hand-fasting stress, she deserves a little treat, right? But the mention of a sauce or a stew draws her attention and she eyes the fish and the tunnelsnake together. "Actually," she calls to them, "both yer lives are in danger around /here/." Hence the Weyr's famous tunnelsnake stew.

Jundi meanders through the crowd, warning people not to step on her tail. It doesn't quite work. "Oof! Watch the dress, please... Thanks... I worked hard on it..." Dolphin-girl gravitates towards food and refreshments, looking about for anyone to talk to, as her sister (and ride) seems to have vanished.

Enter, the rainbow bird of Paradise and her faithful 'lizzen companion Wedge! Sydelle wanders in with the blue sitting upon her head as usual and she looks around at those gathered. "Oooh, this is sooo fun!" She says and then smiles to every one as she waves a multied colored cloth arm to everyone.

Isoldi stays safely tucked into their chair, eyeing the talons on her sock-covered feet with dire unhappiness. One of these days she'll get the hang of them. At least from this vantage, she can watch all the costumes go by and innocently stick her foot out every once in awhile to almost trip the occasionall bystander. Tunnelsnakes are evil, you see. "Oh, I quite believe you," she says solemnly, bobbing that huge hooded head at the fish, "Good thing I prefer my fish raw, huh?" Taloned hand is lifted and groped at him, claws flexing in a not quite try at snaring the nearest 'fin'.

The Lady Holder smiles brightly at Zella's compliment. "Thank you," she says with a nod of her head and a small curtsy. "Are we getting a Harper for music?" she asks and ponders that for a moment. If they would have let her help with the arrangements, they might not have had this problem! Bronze locks are figetted with, pulling them a little more into her face. "Better," she exclaims and moves over to some of the other animal varieties in the cavern.

"Oh, Deba," Zella coos in with a smirk. "I think you would be great with a little Benden Red... Maybe some candles..." She winks before turning toward R'ley and Tstar's eggs with a hmm. "Are we having omelets?" she asks as she moves toward a chair.

It doesn't take long for the 'Sands Ready' Candidate to spy the Flasher from across the room. Instantly, the hides are forgotten and the woman stands up. She walks towards Zella, swaying her hips as she makes her way through the crowd. She swayed when she was upset, it was much more graceful than stomping. "May I have a word with you?" Annly's tone is icy as she walks up behind Zella.

Jundi oohs over Sydelle's costume, swimming through the crowd to make her way over to the brightly bedecked... er... wherry? or something. "I love your costume!" dolphin-girl exclaims with a cheerful grin behind the long nose that obstructs her face.

Brisbe blinks in from ::between::!

The gypsy smiles softly as she crosses the cavern in search of a drink. Grabbing a mug of juice she presses it to her lips. "Musice would be wonderfull. Gyspsy's are known for their dancing." Gabi glides gracefully back to her spot next to Sarah, spinning once on her way over there.

The Ebony Wherry blinks beady little eyes as she watches the "candie" approaching Zella. Oh no... Quickly, the wherry steps out of sight as she finally recognises the woman in costume. That same woman who yelled at them before... And now pretending to be a candie! How devious, how sneaky, how /evil/. But the wherry isn't going to be caught, see.

Sydelle turns to look over at Jundi and smiles "Thanks. I like yours too! This is a really great party!." The blue on top of her head bobs and chirps as if to agree with his rainbow wherry pet.

Brisbe suddenly disappears ::between::!

Cayte walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

The Fish manages to turn around without falling too much, to see who would be threatenin he and his tunnelsnake companion. The bride is finally noted through the tunnel vision of the eyeholes, and, doing a double-take, he gets off his leaning position and steps a bit closer to her. "Are we now?" Note the big deep voice he's using: how often have you had a fish come on to /you/? Using Zella's comment, he bobs the fish-butt at the girl. "Y'know, fish can be made into quite the delicacy too..." He almost manages to face Isoldi again, adding, "Though tunnelsnakes will always be special." One most love flirtation a la 'incongnito.'

"Someone wearing ruffles should -not- be making threats to innocent critters," Isoldi points out to the Yuli-Bride, clicking her talons together in an 'Cmere, Let Me Pinch You' sort of gesture. "And you've gotta catch us first, anyways." Which shouldn't be hard given they're right there in chairs and bulky costumes that make escape difficult. Then it's back to eyeing the nearby Fish, toothy maw being propped on one fisted hand while she leans on the table. "Special? Oh, you're just the smoothest talking fish I've ever met...so how about you and me...back in the shadows...hmm?" Shadowed eyebrows wriggle, letting on that for such a delicacy to sneak into darkness with a tunnelsnake is probably a bad idea.

Zella raises an eyebrow toward Annly as she turns around, nodding and smiling. She ain't guilty. "Sure thing," her suave voice replies. "What can I help you with?" She secures a glass of juice and sips it leisurely, one hand still clasping the jacket shut, as her eyes look about her. "Ahh, never had much of a care for tunnelsnake," she murmurs to the one dressed as one.

The Swordswoman glares disdainfully at the pirate, but doesn't move away, simply creeps closer to peer at what he's got in his hands. "What are you planning to do? Sell those to the highest bidder?" She purrs again, hey isn't that /his/ line?   The gold in the basket screetches in protest.

Jundi giggles. "I love parties. I haven't gotten to come to the weyr before -- you?" Jun looks at the multicolored costume, looking for sign of a knot beneath all those colors. And she finally notices the firelizard. "Awww, how cute."

The person we shall call 'Sky', sways over to 'The Flasher' and 'Candiadate' who appear to be having a face off. As she moves, she throws compliments out like water, ocassionally brushing her fingertips down those who are obviuosly males faces. Got to love anonimity. So much fun.

The gyspy takes a seat. Pressing the cool mug against her lips she takes a drink of her juice. Her eyes trace around the room as she seats down her mug on the table. Her lips pull a smile of mischief as she runs her fingers threw auburn hair. "We need some music or something." The gypsy says as she gets to her feet. Takin a tamberine in one hand and little gold clicky things in anouther she starts a beat. Moving her feet to the beat the gypsy dances about the cavern. Laughing and smileing as she does so.

The Ebony Wherry watches the confrontation between Flasher and Candidate with trepidation, staying plastered to the wall an hoping she wont get in trouble. She hasn't done anything, right? But that didn't stop anyone in the past from punishing the candies, so its better to just be safe. Maybe this party was a bad idea though. More and more people keep showing up. Strangers.

Yulianna flounces toward the tunnelsnake and the fish and then pauses a couple steps away, eyeing them both suspiciously. "There's nothin' wrong with ruffles." she states matter-of-factly to the tunnelsnake, not bothering to add that as long as she's showing all the leg and cleavage that she's showing, none of the /men/ are going to complain. But to the fish she narrows her eyes, "Ya' are. Haven't ya' heard what's in the stew every night? That fella Debajirin knows, 'cause he saw me chasin' one of them critters 'round for dinner the other night."

Sydelle smiles under the beak and lifts up a red piece of cloth on her shoulder to show the dolphin-girl her knot "I'm from High-Reaches. And I too haven't been here." She then rolls her eyes under the mask as the 'cute' comment is heard "You could keep him if you could. Cute, he most deffinately is not. He's an annoyance." The blue then pecks the girls head once "Och!"

"Oh ho, really?" is the Fish's response to the Tunnelsnake, his fish-butt turning to stare into the shadows thoughtfully. "Well, I would, but there seems to be something wrong with me headin' off with someone who wants to eat me. Even if it /is/ only a nibble. Though I can't say anything against being the smoothest taking fish. Schoolf of women flock to me from all 'round the sea you know." He wobbles back to to the bride. "And I'd hate to leave such a beautiful young woman unattended. There are evil creatures about. Tunnelsnakes for one." His tail starts bobbing to the beat from the gypsy, as he attempts to carry on the conversation. "Oh, who is this Debajirin of yours then? And I like the ruffles, I think they're quite lovely."

The Candidate smiles coldly at the Flasher and shakes her head. "I suppose we could talk about it here, but, it might be a little more appropiate in the hall. You costume is not acceptable." There, lay it down as factual and simplistically as possible. "You are goign to have to put more on."

Sikkyen walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Jundi nods, "A little blue bugger attached himself to me recently, actually. Weirdest thing. Firelizard appeared, dropped the egg in my hands, waited for it to hatch, then went off again. I think it had a healer's band on it..." The dolphin shrugs in vague bemusement. "He's at home though. Oh-- reaches? Then maybe you know my sister, Slippa?"

Zella grins toward 'Sky', shaking her head as she continues to watch people come and go. A grin goes toward the gypsy as she claps slightly, which, well, is hard to do nearly handless. She grins toward the Candidate, raising an eyebrow as she grabs some meatrolls and sticks them in her mouth. "Hmm... Why not?" She's not buying it. She's seen them nekkid riders running around, wearing /far/ less than she is.

The Ebony Wherry gravitates towards Fish, Bride, and Tunnelsnake... swooping down on her prey. Or something like that. She joins the cluster of candies and makes her way into the middle. "Hide me," she mutters desperatly, towards any of them that will listen and help.

Isoldi leans forward in her seat, grasping claws now extending towards said ruffles in a most greedy about-to-be-yanked sort of fashion. There is a certain danger in wearing something that's so easily ruined to show more than just leg and cleavage, y'know. "Rawr," she says at first, simple and to the point. But then, rethinking things, she adds, "Yeah, but I'm the slipperiest tunnelsnake on the whole island. Only Isoldi the Great is capable of catching me as she's the finest tunnelsnake hunter Pern's ever seen." One should never pass up the opportunity for a little self-promotion. Then it's back to the Fish with a little growling purr. "Whole schools of ...fish? Do tell!"

Sydelle thinks about this for a while and then shakes her head, getting a 'squaking' protest from the blue "No I haven't. I've heard of her though. She sounds nice." She then looks at the girls costume more and then asks "Just as a question...but are you with the dolphine craft?"

The Pirate happily purrs back, then again he's always purring at her she just doesn't usually purr back. "I was going to make some of my special meat omlets for the candidates, but your gold here doesn't seem to favor the idea." glowering gaze is cast about the room stopping on this or that person to admire their outfits. "Can I get you a drink? Or are you going to steal my gold and give it to some pheasents?" he teases, there being forests on Pern, Robin Hood stories must have survived, even if thats not what she is.

The gypsy smiles at Zella and dances over into that direction. Placing her tamberine back at her side. "You like my dancing?" she questions the girl as she lifts an eyebrow softly. Her green eyes and auburn hair usually give her away. Grabbing the tabmerine again she takes Zella's hand, "Come join me. Two is better then one." The steady beat is started again as she beats the tamberine on her hip.

Yulianna positively beams at the fish, "He's my bodyguard. A big fella with red hair and...big." How very descriptive. "I've seen 'im in the buff before, an' let me tell ya', so far as fellas go, I'd never seen a more manly--" She breaks off ubruptly at Isoldi's words and quirks a brow. "Oh she is, is she? Well I don't hunt 'em fer fun, ya' know. Just when I'm /asked/ to..."

Jundi giggles and gives a full twirl, causing her tail to fly out behind her. "Aye, I am! We don't wear knots in 'phincraft though." Jun lifts up one 'flipper', pushing the sleeve back to show a silver charm bracelet. "We have bracelets instead. That way, we can wear 'em in the water." And quite happily she dangles the Senior Apprentice charm.

Saverill's fate in grim form, the Grim Reaper-Darth Vader-Bitran Trader synthesis strides in, lacking only the scythe or lightsabre to prove his point. Nigh a sound from his feet, nay a person seeing his cloaked, hooded features; The Menacing Trader's hood shifts, as he turns -- unseen eyes gaze, uncanny in his perception. Everyone is spied upon; spied, nay! He's naught a-spier; every right, has he, to gaze apon the fair crowd of colorful Pernese.

the Swordswoman chuckles softly and shakes her head, mouth close to his ear. "Now your gold is not what I'd steal today." At his comment about Ivana she laughs again. "No, Ivana is very protective of what she deems /hers/."

Annalysa blinks over at Tstar and R'ley for a moment.. if that was really them. It was so hard to tell with costumes and everything, and she still hadn't gotten used to seeing Tstar with out hair... then looks back at Zella. "Because of your station. YOu my dear, are a Candidate." Well, Annly was right now.. but that was beside the point. "And are bound to remain chaste and devoid of physical pleasure.." what a kind way to put it. "in preparation for Impression. We have declared this as a Rule, and your costume creates thoughts.. and desires for later actions that you will not be fulfilling for at least a few turns, in the longest run."   A glare is given to the Gypsy, and her hand is batted away from Zella's, before Annly resumes her tirade. "There fore.. your costume is inpropiate."

The Fish Out Of Water tries not to puff out his chest too much with the praise received from Yulianna, though grins deep within his costume where not many people might see. "Is he now? Well, hopefully I'll avoid him 'till the end of the night, at least, cause I'd hate to be brought down by some sort of big burly fisherman." The Fish obviously knows more about Deba than he's letting on. Wonder why? "Female fish, at that," he corrects the Tunnelsnake with a little wave of his hand, implying that there are loads of 'em. "So what brings you here then? Run off from a 'fasting or something?" He's far too enjoying getting in character for his costume right about now.

Sydelle grins and brightly says "Hey that's great! Those bracelets look nicer than knots." She then asks "So what do dolphin riders do? I was thinking about joining the craft, but I heard you smell like fish afterwards."

"Quite lovely," Zella murmurs with a smile toward the gypsy before nodding and following her out to dance, trying to mimic the tambourine player's moves. Before leaving to dance, however, words are called toward the Candidate. "If you'll excuse me, headwoman, I'll be right back." She recognized the voice. "And oh, I'm not engaging in physical pleasure, so don't worry. If I were, you'd be hearing it." She quite blunt. Player apologizes for that. "Unlike some, I don't see lack of clothes as a gratutitous thing. I see people as parts of nature. The dragons dont' wear clothes. Why should we have to? Just because a dragon isn't wearing clothes doesn't mean he plans to wrap tails with the next green he sees." Her words stay kind, conversational. "I will be right back, however. This kind gypsy has asked me to dance."

The Pirate licks his lips, one hand clenched unnoticed at his side as The Swordswoman apparently hits on him. "And are you protective of what you deam yours?" he reverses her trick and purrs into her ear nipping the lobe lightly. If she wants to drive him nuts during this party, he'll return the favor.

The Ebony Wherry finds no sanctuary with the candidates, who coldly /ignore/ her. Sigh. So, trembling, the wherry finds a chair against the wall, and curls her 'wings' around her knees to endure the party in silence. Why did she agree to this, anyway? There's far too many people here... She should have stayed in the barracks or done chores or something.

Female fish? Bah. Not nearly so fun. The Tunnelsnake lounges back in her chair, taloned hands clasping and folding behind her head while legs are stretched out before her. "Under the table," she advises the Ebony Wherry, before addressing the Bride's remarks about hunting. "Isoldi the Great does indeed hunt them for fun. It's all about skill, you see...but I have bested her so far..."

'Sky' continues to circulate, having decided that she /really/ doesn't want to get involved. Pirate in the corner is eyed momentarily. She might ask him for tips later he seems to work that fast. What appears to be a disconcolate 'Ebon Wherry' is noted and 'Sky' shimmers over "Can I help?" she asks.

Spins around, the golden lace streaming from her as she does so. The sound of her chains jangle with the beat of the tambourine. "If your getting in trouble my dear don't use me as an excuse." She simply says with slight smile as she contunies to dance. Putting the tambourine above her hand she hits it in the same steady beat, it echoes throughout the cavern.

Jundi absently scratches beneath her mask, finding her nose to be itchy now that its covered. It always happens. "Oh, well, a lot of things...." the dolphin-girl trails off, not really wanting to list everything the craft does right at the moment. Its a pretty big list. "Its pretty fun."

The Ominous Trader's hood turns, that feeling of everwatchfulness never leaving his menacing silhouette. Even, judicial strides carry him to a far wall... No way! The Masked Intruder.. shy?! Perhaps he doesn't have that set of jewels which he defended, not so far back ago. Not a sound is said nor heard from the odd man, as he half-leans against the rounded, dimly glimmering walls of volcanic rock.

Yulianna drops lightly to a chair, flinging the gartered leg over the other and bareing them both rather...well...provocatively. She leans forward, an amused smile playing on her lips as she shrugs her bare shoulders. "I'm sure he fancies himself able to catch /much/ bigger fish than /you/." she quips, leaning back a little and adjusting her garter. "I was actually goin' ta say that he's got very manly feet...but I didn't think much of the rest of him." She grins brightly at the tunnelsnake. "Ya' must be a pretty smart snake, then...so I suppose that ya' know there aren't many of ya' left around /this/ Weyr..."

The Swordswoman shivers slightly. "More so... and I am better armed than she..." Then again claws heading strait for your eyes can be a good deterent. One hand runs down his back. This swordswoman much more responsive than normal. Ivana however seems to take this contact between the two as an afront and launches at the pirate, fortunately making for the shoulder not his eyes.

The Ebony Wherry blinks in surprise at Sky-Clad Candie. "Er? Uhm... I-I'm okay, I guess... There's just... a lot of people." She hadn't quite realized how many people come to a party, see. She's never been to one before. Ever.

Jennette walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Sydelle nods "Well, It must be with all the dolphins." She then remebers she hadn't stated her name "Oh by the way, I'm Sydelle. Well met." She then watches the Ominous Trader and since she's not daunted by him she gives him a bright and cheerful wave of her clothed arm.

The Fish hooks a chair with a fin, draggin it over and then realizing belatedly that sitting down will present a problem. A moment's thought goes into this before he drapes himself over the furniture, lying on it as best he can, stomach down, arms propped on the edge and fish-butt/head propped on his hands. "He's probably very proud of his feet," the aquatic creatre notes, not to be disheartened for the moment. "So you must be clever to not only have escaped Isoldi the Great, but Yulianna the Better?" he asks conversationally to the Tunnelsnake, flipping his tail at the Bride.

That brings on a fit of unhappiness. "Yes." It's a simple grumble, one that well suits the Tunnelsnake's foul-looking demeanor. "All these candidates, hunting out the tunnels...and she's not better..." Just without the common decency to realize that those used to be Isoldi's territory, too. This sulking fit seems to have driven her right out of character, as she continues to mumble beneath her breath in obvious discontent. Hand slaps on tabletop, talons clicking, as she rolls to her feet. Once more, something is needed to drink. "Pardon me..." With an unhappy swish of stuffed tail at both Fish and Bride, she strolls over to the serving tables in search of something cold and wet.

Atop the Pirate's shoulder, the one that the gold didn't lunge at, Libertia long ago fall asleep. At the golds cry she awakes to find a /gold/ on /her/ man so jumps onto R'ley's shiny bald head...sliding right down the other side atop the gold. The Pirate himself yipes and push's both of them off, "Now where were we?" he purrs to the Swordswoman as if they where never interupted, "Oh yes I was going to get us a drink, what would you like?"

That darkness-enshrouded hood turns, every movement detailed and slightly arrogant, to stare at Sydelle. The Ominious Trader sighs; the upheaval of his chest is seen clearly by the movement of the skintight 'hide, and he lifts a hand in return, the entire mystery about him shedding a layer. No fun being departed from the party totally.. right?

"None of them know who you are." 'Sky' points out gently to the Wherry. "Come and dance?" she asks, holding out a blue star spangled hand in invitation, before looking over at the 'Fish' and 'Bride'. "Dance as well?" she asks.

Nodding, the dolphin-girl continues to grin. "Aye, dolphins are the best! Squeeee!" A giggle for her poor imitation of a 'phin, and Jundi grabs herself a glass of something to drink. "I'm Jundi, its nice to meet you Sydelle."

Yulianna blinks after the tunnelsnake, and shoots a bright grin at the fish, "Ya' woulda thought she'd be /proud/ to have--" she breaks off suddenly, "How did ya'--" and yet another break, as she raises a hand to touch her firely curls and mutters, "Oh. 'Course it wouldn't be /that/ hard ta' guess, I suppose. But I /did/ put a lot of work into this mask." she states, sounding defensive. "An' you...what ever gave ya' the idea that a fish could dance on it's lips?"

"Oh, was I getting in trouble?" Zella asks with innocently wide eyes. She turns back toward the headwoman with a smile. "I didn't mean to brush you off if I was getting in trouble. I thought you were just... advising." Not hearing more words from the headwoman, she returns to her dancing.

Jennette trudges into the Living Caverns with a frown on her face, tail of her dragon costume making movement difficult. "Someone please remind my why I am here..." She groans, glancing about the room in hopes to find someone she actually knows at this party. Seeing no one, the gal dressed as a green dragon sighs and stands by the entrance, waiting for something more interesting to happen.

The Candidates stays so close to the Flasher that there is no way that the girl could dance if she wanted to. She folds her arms over her chest and maintains an icy look on her demeanor. The white mask adds to the affect. Annly doesn't say a word for a while, but just hampers the girls movements. "Ah.. yes. But little did you know that when you came to the weyr to Stand for a clutch, you also made an agreement to follow our rules." She takes a breath and shakes her head as well. "Besides it would be wholely impractical to cover a dragon's body with clothing, considering the amazing lengths of cloth it would take."   Side note.. in case you wanted to know. "And, further more, Walking away from a conversation is rude. Now.. if you'll come with me..."

Tstar shrugs. "Anthing you like... I haven't looked to see what they have yet." For once is /he/ the one running? Could this oddity be? "Though it's been a while since I've had brandy. Or real Gar cider." oo, that's not a good sign.

The Ebony Wherry looks horrified, behind black feathers and ebony hair. "I don't know how to dance!," she whispers in terror. Wide eyes show her whites, behind the black felt mask. "I'll trip or fall or step on someone or something..."

The image of Darth Vader dancing is really an amusing mindthought, is it not? That heavy respirator issuing out those ominous breaths.. in time with the rhythm?! Black-clad booted feet shimmying across the floor with the experience of a master of the cotillion, obsidian-hued cloak shaking from the boogy that the boogyman's generating?! Hidious! Perhaps /that/ is why the Ominous Trader is Being The Shadow and Being The Wall, currently...

Sydelle laughs at the imitation "That's a great dolphine call!" She then turns back to the trader. He seemed lonely to the girl "You'll have to excuse me for a bit, I'll be back." And with that the rainbo wherry girl trots over to the Trader. Then with a big grin she cheerfully says "Hello sir! My name's Sydelle, what's yours?"

Isoldi pokes claws of ivory at a plate of simple meatrolls -- odd fare for a party, but meatrolls are eternal -- before selecting one to nibble on while making a drink choice. Pressed grape juice, also simple, is swept up into the other taloned hand before spinning around to gloomily inspect those nearby. Fortunate for her that natural personality dictates good humour, and her smile soon returns. Nibbling and sipping, she begins to wind her way through the crowd. Not dancing, no, but just silently slinking like any good tunnelsnake would around obstacles.

The Gyspsy snickers softly and keeps dancing. Once she notices that Annly is taking Zella away the gypsy bows to Annly and Zella, "Zella thank you for the dance. And dear Headwomen I'm sorry to cause a distraction while you were teaching her a lesson. I fear I should of known better but partys tend to get our heads in the clouds." She means gypsy's when she says ours. "Good day to you both." Gabi walks across the cavern still dancing with now herself. "Join in the dance all." She calls out still laughign softly.

The Fish turns over to the Bride, a quizzical look on his face, though that's in vain, what with the costume. "I never said... What? I just know of the great Yulianna. How come?" Fish can play innocent. "I do like your mask, and you didn't need to point out that you spent a long time on it, I can sorta tell, I mean, it's very pretty. It suits you." There, that's as subtle as he's gonna go all night, most likely. "And I'm not exactly dancin on my lips... I just ate someone, and they're the ones dancing. I'm a big fish you know. A big, burly, rugged, manly fish." He watches the Tunnelsnake go, giving a little whuffle from inside his body suit.

The Pirate scowls at the mention of gar cider, "The vintners there apparently refuse to sell to me." he mentions. The riders nearby immediatly start gossiping to each other about that, refusing service to a rider being a rather frowned upon thing. "Brandy it shall be then." he declares suddenly smiles again as he push's the memory away. Slowely the bronze rider turned swashbuckler heads for the table set up near the main beverage table for liquer.

BeingTheShadow/BeingTheWall-Ominious-Trader stares down at Sydelle for a long moment.. or five, before responding, his voice sheathed in gravel and bass richness, not giving an inch; "Is not the intentions of a masque ball to keep one's identity from view?" The barest hints of mirth play under the low tones of his rich voice. "Pleased to meet you, however, Lady Sydelle." A low, efficent bow -- though his hood doesn't budge, therefore keeping his identity safe from view.

Jennette the dragon watches the dancing out of the corner of her eye, sighing worriedly. Even scarier than Darth Vader dancing is a dragon dancing. Perhaps it is best for all if she stays out of the way and watches the conversing people. Jenn's never been one with words, and now is no exception.

The Swordswoman scowls. "As long time resident and crafter down there I will have a word with them /myself/." Oh dear, a proddy green rider on a cruisade? "but brandy it will be for now." And she follows the bold fellow... two sworded brigands. Oh dear.
Yulianna narrows her eyes on the fish once more and frowns slightly, "Ya' sound suspiciously like someone /else/ I've met 'round here..." Of course, she's not about to mention who. "Someone with an /overly/ high 'pinion of himself...'course, I don't suppose it /could/ be you because Debajirin likes to wear dresses an'...'course fish don't wear dresses!" She holds her little plate of bite-sized pastries out to the fish, "Like one? Oh! Silly me, I don't guess you would...you're still digestin' who ever it was ya' ate, eh?" Oh, cruel, cruel woman. And thus she pops one into her mouth.

'Sky' crouches down so that she's on a level with the 'Ebon Wherry' "Well, then, I'll just join you here then if I may." and 'Sky' does so, foot tapping to the music of the tambourine, cloak fluttering. Eyes scan the Caverns, with 'Sky' still grinning at the other costumes. "We're a pretty imaginative lot." she comments to the 'Wherry' by her side.

The Gypsy keeps tapping the tambourine but no longer dances her self. She's a tad bit out of breath and thirsty. Walking over to Jennette she places the tambourine in its hands? and helps her with the beat. Once she gots it the gypsy walks to the table where he juice is placed. Sitting down she takes a long drink of the juice.

Sydelle giggles at being called a 'Lady' "Aww, I'm no Lady, but thank you sir." She then looks more intently at the Shadow/Wall person and asks "Can't you give me a hint though? Like...what craft you're in? If you're in one that is?"

The Ebony Wherry bobs her head, feathers a-flutter. "Oh... company... Thanks," the wherry grins, embarassed at her own fear of the crowd. "Yeah... the costumes are great... Fantastic. I'm glad that no one was silly enough to come in their pranking garb," she adds the last in a low whisper. Imagine what would happen, if one of the (in)famous pranksters showed up at the costume ball...

After sprinkling meatroll crumbs down the back of someone's dress -- remember, tunnelsnakes are evil. Eeeeeevil. -- Isoldi saunters with a spring in her step back around to her former chair. A neat collapse into said chair practically crumples that fake tail, but she seems to care not at all. Instead, food and drink are happily consumed, disappearing bit by bit into that roaring maw while she listens in on the conversation.

The Fish begins to gape like, well, a fish at Yulianna. "Who's got a high opinion of himself, luv? This Debajirin of yours? I always thought him a kind, modest, sensitive person, but whatever you say..." He watches as the bit of food is eaten, and sniffles. "Y'know, I could manage some of that too... You want a drink, maybe?" The fish rolls off his chair, somehow managing to get up off the floor and peer towards the refreshments. Oh, and would that be a rider there? "If you'll excuse me briefly, m'lady," he says, bowing (butt-bobbing if you take the costume into account) before pulling one arm into his costume. When it reappears, there's a tiny little bottle of somethin' blue, and he flops towards the drink table.

The Shadow Man -- yeehaw! -- allows a gravelly sound of mirth - a rare chuckle - escape the confines of his hood, as he responds to Sydelle's query. "I hold no craft, milady." Grim Reaper? No. Darth Vader? No. Bitran Trader? No. Another alias must be added, to accomodate his eccentric manners; perhaps a Medieval Lord?

Jennette holds the tamborine curiously. Okay, now she's a tamborine playing dragon. Lots of fun. o.o Meanwhile, she glances about for the Gypsy that gave it to her and doesn't find her. "Um...ermmm..." Now what is she supposed to do? The tamborine playing is kinda fun, though, in its own weird way.

The Pirate trys to cross the room towards the liquer table and gets stopped by a slinky little green rider dressed as the differant shades of the sea. Already a bit intoxicated she nudges up close trying to draw him away from Tstar, "Come on just one dance.." she purrs invitingly. Casting a glance at the swordswoman he shakes his head the other riders way in a definite No.

'Sky' gives a shudder, sun on mask shaking. "They would have been mobbed by angry prankees. I'm glad all the candidates had more sense." She's not a candie, not her. "But the unmasking at the end should prove to be fun." 'Sky' adds.

The Gypsy smiles at the dragon from across the room. "You've got it." She yells over the people to the dragon. Clapping her hands to the beat she smiles and helps to keep the beat going steadily.

The Swordswoman reaches for her sword as the slinky little green rider goes after the pirate. As ready as Iva to protect her territory. "His next dance is /mine/." She informs the sea-shaded rider, curtly. Did she just promise to dance with R'ley? scarry.

The Fish has managed to attain the liquor table, peeking around as best he can with his butt on his head, and giving a little hop of joy as the Pirate is detained. Hopefully no one'll recognize his true rank so he has time to fiddle with the brandy, now. The bottle is uncapped, and he uses the bulk of his costume to hide him adding a few drops to the liquid before recapping the dye and shoving it back into his costume. Then he's off, flip-floppin' to the food table and grabbing a meatroll before weaving his way back to the Tunnelsnake with a little wave of a fin.

Sydelle gives a toothy grin from beneath her 'beak' "Then...a resident of somewhere? I'd ask if you were a dragon rider, but you don't act like one." She then turns her attention briefly over to the other costumes.

Peridot eyes trapped in the gullet of a tunnelsnake follow the Fish's path to the serving table, said eyes narrowed in amused speculation. How does he keep from toppling over in that thing? Eh. Not her concern. The last of the meatroll is stuffed into her mouth and energetically chewed while gaze roams again, taking more time now to inspect the various costumes filling the room. "Smooth-talking -and- agile! Sure you won't let me nibble? Just a little?" is asked of the Fish when he returns, a sly sideways grin being flashed in his direction.

The Ebony Wherry nods. "There's going to be an unmasking? I didn't realize that...." And with that, the wherry lapses into silence, to watch the party from her comfortable wall-flower spot.

Jennette the Dragon keeps up with the beat, forgetting for the moment her search for the tamborine's owner. With a shrug, she starts tapping her foot to the beat, although somewhat akwardly do to the fact that her tail is in the way.

The Darth-Vader wannabe silences. Him? A dragonrider? Never. What a thought. Snort. Never. Did he say never? He meant it, too. "Nay, not a dragonrider.." A slight hesitation, before The Ominous Trader continues. "Ista Hold is my home." A miniscule shrug, before he, too, observes the costumes. Silence reigns; he's not much of a smalltalker.

R'ley gives The Swordswoman a sultry little grin as she commits him to dancing with her willingly. The sea-green rider sniffs in offence at the Swordswoman but stalks off leaving the way to the liquer table clear. Never see'ing The Fish tamper with the brandy he pours three fingers worth for himself and the same for Tstar handing her the glass. Never looking into the wooden shot glasses he tips his into his mouth swirling it about for a moment to enjoy the stinging tingle of it before swallowing. Leaning against a nearby jut of the wall he flashes a big grin The Swordswomans way...revealing brightly blue teath, "I must say you look great in the outfit." he compliments obliviously.

The Swordswoman blinks at the sudden bright hue of the Pirates teeth and eyes her as yet untouched brandy. "Um. I think these drinks may have been tampered wtih..." She whispers, actually keeping her voice down. Courteous? Will wonders never cease/

'Sky' nods. "Although you don't have to unmask if you would rather remain secret." she comments, before rising to her feet. "I'll just have a quick wander." she adds with a slight wave, before heading off again to circulate. First stop is by the 'TunnelSnake' "Having a good time?" 'Sky' asks, unmindful of the commotion that could be starting up elsewhere.

The Fish shrugs, fins and tail wigglin' here an dthere. "Well, y'know, agility is what keeps us from getting in those terrible fishermen's nets, my dear. Of course, I just like to break my way through, but there's only so much one fish, even I, can do." He sighs, and then pokes at roughly where his cheek would be, only hitting the outside of the costume, consequently part of the fishbutt. "Fine. Just a little nibble, cause you have convinced me so with your divine personality and cunning wit." He leans forward, offering the area of his costume he'd indicated.

Sydelle giggles as she continues to talk to Darth Vader/Shadow man "I knew it! I'm getting better at this. You're not weird like they are. I'm from High Reaches." She then grins again "Are you having fun? I like your costume by the way!"

Shaiyun walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

The Ominous Trader idly peers, though his hood - conveniently - keeps it a mirror effect; unfortunately, the mirror goes both ways... In ways of costumes, at least. "The 'reaches? I have a.. friend, up there." An ex-fellow trader. "I like watching people," is finally confided. "It makes the party good, for me." Yet another alias: The Watcher!

Magen walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

The Pirate tenses nervously, "Tampered with how?" he hissis staying as quiet as her. Not waiting for an answer he unsheaths his huge curved blade. Oh no he's gonna go on a killing rampage! Not really, he's just using the wide part of the blade to look at himself. Noticing nothing at first he smiles in relief....then nearly drops the blade and has to lean against the wall for support. "First my lovely hair and now my teath?" he croaks.

A quiet entrance...

"Lovely time, simply lovely!" the Tunnelsnake replies to Sky, lifting the glass of grape juice in solemn salute. "This was simply a brilliant idea." But Sky will just have to pardon her, given that the Fish has so kindly allowed the taking of liberties with his scaly self. Letting out a growling chuckle, the toothy mouth dips forward to tap against the offered area. Unfortunately, both have overlooked that fact that tunnelsnake teeth are both curved and wickedly pointing. In particular, the largest canine attacked to the hood...which promptly sinks into the Fish's heiny and gets stuck when the Tunnelsnake tries to pull back. "Hey! Ow!"

R'ley releases Libertia, who launches into the air.

Cozano glides in from the Kitchen.

The Guard - or Shaiyun, as anyone from High Reaches could tell by the layers of grime and snot that streak his 'war' paint - wanders in, hitting himself repeatedly on the chest with his knobbly stick, just for the noise and everything. "Cookies!" he yells - ululates, even -, pouncing upon a passing tray and retiring with two in one hand.

The Fish turns now, in the hopes of seeing the results of his brandy-dying. At the Pirate's reaction, the Fish darn near falls off his chair, then attempts to go back to the Tunnelsnake, and hopes not to get blamed. Look not on the Fish with the blue leg hair. The blue leg hair is a natural pigmentation for one who lives under the sea. And then the Tunnelsnake gets stuck on him. "Oy! Watch it! Don't 'hey, ow' me!" he retorts, attempting to dislodge his rear end. "I said a nibble!"

The Gypsy picks up the tambourine and sets it on the table. Her bright green eyes look around as she walks back to her spot. Sitting down untill Shaiyun catches her attention with his yell of cookies. Laughins softly she tilts her head at the boy. "Do we like cookies or something?"

Libertia has left.

'Sky' grins at 'TunnelSnake' and 'Fish' "Want a hand to seperate?" she asks, before waving at Shaiyun "Good day to you, valient guard!" she carols across the room. Don't you just love masks. Eyes catch sight of 'Pirate' and 'Swordswoman' and what appears to be a drawn sword. Ooh.

Sydelle nods in understanding as she looks at the Dark Hooded man "I like doing that too. Mainly because I don't really like crowds when I don't know many people...especialy bigger people."

Magen goes home.

Libertia drops Tarnished Gold Egg.

So this would make their combined costume a Tunnelsnake Snacking on Fish? Isoldi lets out a squeal as her 'prey' tries to free himself, her head being yanked around inside the hood via that snared tooth. "Well, you know how tunnelsnake appetites are...give us a nibble and we'll take the whole sharding thing," she says in a dry tone of voice. Her own comment seems to strike her as funny, since immediately after, snickers and then chuckles and then full-fledged laughter begin to pour out of the tunnelsnake's mouth. "I suppose there are worse things than being stuck to such a manly fish...yes, please?" This last addressed to Sky.

Libertia drops Country Honor Egg.

Libertia drops Drab Cloister Egg.

Libertia drops Mountains of Austria Egg.

'The Guard' nods, spluttering crumbs everywhere with his answer: "Yuh-huh. Cookies're the /best/...'part from sweetsticks an' sugarcandy an' sugared nuts an' fruit drops an' juice lollies." he rolls his shoulder none too well under all that armour - well, cooking implements anyway - and offers her a grubby half cookie. "Want some?"

Libertia drops Crown and Anchor Egg.

Libertia drops Vaulted Cathedral Egg.

The Ominous Trader mutters something under his breath -- it's vaguely recognized as "And it begins...", in his typical, menacing tone. Though is that slight despair under surface? Tsk, tsk, indeed! "Bigger people?" The short Darth Vader is used to being smaller than people, so it doesn't matter to him. "Ah," is finally said, his tone indiscriminate.

Tarnished Gold Egg tests

The gypsy laughs softly and shakes her head, "No thanks hun. You keep them all for yourself." She gives the young boy a warm smile as she leans back in the chair. She's tired from all her dancing, "You know what you can do for me?" The gypsy says to the gaurd, "You can hand me some meatrolls to eat."

The Fish peers at the hooded visage as best he can, reaching up to feel out how this tooth might have become snagged in him in such a way. "Well, I suppose it can't be bad... After all, you are really quite a nice tunnelsnake, as far as they go, and I wouldn't mind being stuck to you all night. Shells, lets just stay stuck for a few days or so. Only sleeping would be a problem." Sky's offer is given a "Oh, please!" as nodding right now may not be in his best interest, nor the best interest of the Tunnelsnake.

Sydelle raises an eyebrow and then asks "What begins?" The blue on her head chirps and shifts his weight, letting his tail curl around the girls ear. The rainbow wherry girl then looks around at the crowd as if the answer might lie within it.
Magen walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

'Sky' joins in the laughter from the TunnelSnake. "And no trying to chew on me." she cautions. "Your mouth can't be big enough." and she carefully reaches up, blue hands circling the tooth and giving an experimental tug. "You'll have to remember not to eat fish again." she adds.

A quiet entrance, to blend into the shadows...

The Swordswoman cleers her throat. "At least your teeth will be white before your hair grows back." She grimaces. "They got my hair too." And rather than practical, she sound vaguely dispondant, the one feature she'd actually /liked/. "You'll just have to brush your teeth very well tonight."

Shaiyun gives the 'Gypsy' a companionable nod, and glances around for any meatroll bearers that hold the trays near enough for him to reach/ Finding none, he hops onto a chair near her and investigates his pockets for something else - aha! a half-sucked sweetstick. "Wan' it?" he offers it generously, fluff-covered and all.

"You're just entirely too tempting for your own good. Shame though, seems we're about to be rescued," comes the Tunnelsnake's laughing reply, even as she takes care to remain very, very still lest Sky have difficulty in extricating the tooth from the scale. "I promise, no more nibbling for me. I am a reformed tunnelsnake! I have seen the light!" she promises, shuffling her feet and reaching out to poke a non-snaring talon at the Fish's side. Or bum. They're one and the same really, given the angle of his costume. "I couldn't resist this one, though..."

Ominious Trader Slash Darth Vader [Who's a Poet and Just Don't Know It] shifts, and shakes something out of his cloak. A green and a blue, both shrieking from being dislodged from their respective perches apon his gauntlet'd forearms, skid across the air, before landing atop living perches. "Oh, the chaos," is offhandedly replied to Sydelle's question. "See how everyone's beginning to crack up?" This is said matter-of-factorily, his deep, dark-toned voice keeping in theme.

The Fish hunches his fins forward in a slouch as Sky warns the Tunnelsnake of a diet of him. "But fish are just so nutritious! And tasty too. She'll just have to be more careful. And do nibble! I mean, that's what you do, as a Tunnelsnake, isn't it?" And he'd hate for his efforts to be in vain. "And y'know, I am as irrisistable as I can be. Like, there's a particularly juicy spot right /there/," he suggests, poking the other cheek. "You could always have a go at that. Take off the hood, if you need?"

The Gypsy smiles softly and shakes her head, "No thanks. Very kind of you to offer tho." Gabi smiles as she lets out a soft yawn. Laying her head down on the table she closes her bright green eyes and listens to everyone around her.

Drab Cloister Egg shivers, it's confines cloying strangulating in ritual rather than truth. It shudders violently once in protest then calms for a moment as if in preperation.

"I don't have to seperate you," Sky comments, holding on to the nearly extricated tooth. "I can just pop it straight back in if you'd prefer." And all of this is managed to be said with a straight face. "TunnelSnake will just have to eat more carefully next time." Sky adds.

The Pirate scratches at his teath and toungue with a finger, it doesn't do much more then turn the tip of his finger blue. Grumbling he picks up a wine skin out of it's bucket of ice, checking the seal to make sure it's intact he pops it expertly open and takes a loooong swig. Wiping his mouth he bares his teath at the swordswoman, "Any better?"
Sydelle tilts her head to the side, the blue then walks over more to the side of her head to keep balance. "Crack up?" The girl didn't understand this and asks "You mean the laughter? Isn't it a good thing?"

Ominious Trader's eyes flicker as both green and blue start thrumming, their deep-throated harmony drawing him to search. Either a dragon's rising, the eggs are hatching, or -- yes. Firelizard eggs. Darth Vader contemplates, whilest replying. "Crack up. As in.. chaos. As in... havoc." Finally, he proffers a gauntlet-enshrouded arm to Sydelle. "Shall we go and watch this new festivity, milady?" A hooded nod to the partially vibrating egg.

The Tunnelsnake, who already started out as evil, really can't resist banter of this nature. So more laughter pours from that trapped, toothy mouth. "I think I'm about to have a relapse back to my former insatiable personality. But you see, I'm the victim. He's encouraging me, therefore I am not responsible for my own actions." Green eyes peek out from the shadows of the hood, having to slant almost completely sideways to pick out Sky. "Oh yes, please. I'd hate to lose a tooth...I'd look all lopsided and wouldn't be able to nibble nearly as efficiently..."

Crown and Anchor Egg goes from stealthy stillness to motion all of a sudden, almost like a joke the egg 'Knock Knock's against it's neighboring egg Drab Cloister. A moment later it settles into stillness again as if waiting for the 'Who's there' to come.

The swordswoman chokes back a laugh. "Um, now they're purple." Red wine, blue dye. Bad combination. "maybe you should try the benden white? Or if that's too lofty to clean with. They've got some tillek white."

Shaiyun accords Gabriella with a friendly nod, and hiccups with a clanking of tin and a spray of crumbs. "'m a guard," he tells her, puffing up as much as he can despite the various pieces of tin strewn over his scrawny frame. "It means I gotta protect everyone who can't be protected already, like girls an' stuff."

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