StarCraft Courtyard
Where the hills of Gar meet the softer plains of the valley, rock slowly turns to gravel, dust and earth, leaving a large natural courtyard tucked against the walls of the hall. A low wall marks a boundary for the courtyard, rock and earth's battle for domination kept outside of it. Strong doors set in the hill wall, provide a new way to get into the hall, long windows letting light into the otherwise quite dark hall. They look out upon a grassy valley, filled with water, vineyards and herdbeast. Trails formed by the feet of human wind around rocks and trees, trailing off into the wilderness.
It is a spring afternoon.
Stretched out on the low wall are Venusnv, Azrael, and Nuage.
Seif and Sarin are here.
Obvious exits:
StarCraft Hall Worn Trail StarCraft Field Gar Hold Field

Khaelyn walks in.

Sarin smiles broadly. "Hi Seif!" she chirps.

Khaelyn trails in after Seif, miraculously flit-free. "Hi, Sarin," she mumbles around a yawn. Still too early to think straight.

Seif saunters in, methodically, attention immediately grabbed by Sarin. "Hey, Sarin." It is not chirped, though; it's puuuuurred.

Sarin beams at Seif. "How are you this fine day?" she queries brightly.

Solita walks in.

Sarin waves to Solita and sends a quick wink her way, sliding over to mutter something before turning a sun-bright beam on Seif again.

Khaelyn grins smugly, finally seeming to wake up. From behind Seif, she steps around, one hand clasped around the end of a... leash. That leads to Seif's neck. "He's doing fine, I think."

Seif tosses a backward glance at Khaelyn, one 'brow ascending slowly. "Well," to Sarin, "Khaelyn dragged me over here. Literally. For some reason." The poor, poor apprentice tugs grudgingly at the leash tangled about his neck. "You are /so/ in the canine run tonight, Khae."

Sarin smiles sweetly at Seif. "Oh, /did/ she? Well, now, how nice of her," wink wink to Khae, "Shall we head inside? I believe there's a certain room we're intended to be heading for," she suggests oh-so-subtly.

Solita smiles a litle *too* innocently. "Sounds good, Srin."

Seif promptly perks up at the statement of heading to someone's room. Just like any normal canine, he lurches forward until the leash impedes further movement. Damn. "Are there gonna be giiiirls in the room? Besides ya'll?"

Sarin looks innocent. "Perhaaaaps," she offers, sliding in the direction of the door. "Shall we go and find out?"

"Faranth, that's a typical Seif question," Khaelyn mutters. A tug on the leash as she walks forward to catch up with Seif. "Inside wouldn't sound like a bad idea. Lead, Sarin?"

Sarin floats to the StarCraft Hall.
Seif walks to the StarCraft Hall.

You go to the StarCraft Main Hall.

StarCraft Main Hall
The vaulted Great Hall of StarCraft possesses a grandeur that belies its recent construction. Built to inspire the mind to look upward, smooth columns support the Gothic arches of the ceiling. The Hall runs on an East-West axis, with the heavy doors of the main office to the west. To the north and south other doors lead to various work areas. Staircases at the corners of the hall lead up to a balcony that wraps around the three sides of north, south, and west.
On the perch are Chakotay, Daiton, and Destiny.
You see Lodestar and Simpli here.
Sarin and Seif are here.
Obvious exits:
Gar Workroom StarCraft Archives StarCraft Office StarCraft Courtyard Staircase

Solita walks in from the StarCraft Courtyard.

Sarin floats to the Staircase.

You go to the Main Hall Balcony.
Main Hall Balcony You stand upon the runnershoe balcony of the Main Hall, from which doorways open into the adjoining halls of the StarCraft living quarters. On the western wall stand the great doors of the observatory.
To the south, you see one person.
On the perch is Dumah.
You see Chair here.
Sarin is here.
Obvious exits:
Kidlet Corner Guest Quarters Vault Observatory Journeymen and Masters' Lounge Staircase

Seif walks in from the StarCraft Main Hall.
Solita walks in from the StarCraft Main Hall.

Sarin floats to the Journeymen and Masters' Lounge.
Seif walks to the Journeymen and Masters' Lounge.

You go to the Journeymen and Master's Lounge.

Journeymen and Master's Lounge
Scarlet chaise lounges line the walls of this room, each with a low table next to it for snacks or klah, even charts when one wishes to work. In the center of the room is a larger hardwood table, surrounded by a few armchairs, for more work or conferences between the journeymen and masters. Braided rugs cover the floor, each one different though all are red, white, and grey in varying shades. Crimson geometric designs line the tops of the white walls near the ceiling, the shapes reminding one of stars and moons, as well as spirals. A tall cabinet stands against the wall between the doors to the two hallways, filled with foods brought up every day by the Garhold cook, as well as supplies of extra mugs, paper, styluses, and glow baskets.
Perched precariously on the back of a chair is Rygel.
You see Morrie here.
Sarin and Seif are here.
Obvious exits:
Main Hall Balcony Masters' Hallway Journeymen's Hallway

Solita walks in from the Main Hall Balcony.

Sarin floats to the Journeymen's Hallway.

You go to the Journeymen's Hallway.

Journeymen's Hallway
This hallway is a welcome sight to everyone, especially those who reside here. As well as being their home, this hallway was a turning point in their lives. As if to signify this, the hallway is blithe with optimistic joyfulness. The walls are stone, but the glows, places in brackets, dance a merry dance with the wind from the balcony encouraging them, making the light move on the walls. Light, provided from the glows, dims when a room is opened, making the hallways shine....
To the westsouthwest, you see one person.
On the perch are Cei and Juperon.
Sarin is here.
Obvious exits:
Journeymen and Masters' Lounge Rooms

Seif walks in from the Journeymen and Master's Lounge.

Carise comes out of Derit's Room's room.

Solita walks in from the Journeymen and Master's Lounge.

Sarin smiles warmly. "Hi Carise!" she bubbles.

Carise steps out of her room, blinking a few times at the crowd of people there, offering a cheery, if somewhat surprised hello to Sarin, glancing at the crowd. "Is there something I can help you all with?" After all, its not everyday there's a group in the Jman's hallway.

Khaelyn is just tugging Seif along around the entire hall after Sarin... With a glance back to see if he's still there -- not that he wouldn't be with the leash -- she blinks at Carise. "Um."

Sarin smiles warmly. "Em, we were wondering if we could maybe, eh, borrow your room for a tiny bit?" she asks aloud, then leans over to mutter something with a quick gesture to Seif.

Seif is there, of course, tugging fiercly on the leash. Ugh. "Can we take this off now, Khae? Faranth, I look stupid enough as it is." And then another female appears, so the herder boy momentarily forgets the leash to sweep the female in a head-to-toe glance.

Thalon walks in from the Journeymen and Master's Lounge.

Thalon wanders in rather lost.

Carise blinks a few times, slowly nodding her head, watching the growing crowd with interest. "All of you?" Without waiting for an answer, she slowly leads the way to her real room, a bit confused, but not willing to argue.

Carise walks into Carise's Room.
Sarin floats into Carise's Room.

You head into Carise's Room.

Reese's Peanut Buttery Lair
A gentle breeze of lemon scented cerulean drifts languidly in chill lavender over softly painted walls, a collage of marine hues dipped in golden sunsets and dampened by pale amethyst. Tender lilies and blushing violets press limp petals up from the emerald tint of harsh bladed grass to stretch weak leaves towards the warmth of the honey-dipped sun. Behind a large window, strong tides of blended azure crash against a sandy saffron beach before sneaking away once more under the bleak mask of starless midnight into the rhythmic ocean. A sky of dazzled sapphire seethes against the frozen waves and burns into a deceptive topaz near sharply edged corners, taunted by lilac hinting dusk and jade dashed sunrise. Biting winds whistle outdoor but hidden amid the warmth of the room a woven rug, crimson coral in hue, stretches across the etched ebony stone floor neatly. Scraps of hide have been carefully arranged atop a mahogany-shaded desk which has ultimately been pressed against a certain wall, a newly made chestnut sighing chair with intricately carved legs resting beside it. Shoved across the other end of the room is a tidy cot, aqua cover stretched across the umber frame meticulously and faintly contrasting the cyan hints dripping along the room walls. The ceiling has captured only the faintest light, sending an iridescent shadow to tease the carefully draped turquoise and elegant teal. A trick of shadow and light, the walls blend silver cerulean against a well-hidden amethyst current to seep through pounding elemental tides.
It is a spring afternoon.
You see Reese's Hammock here.
You notice Diane asleep here.
Etain, Carise, and Sarin are here.
Obvious exits:
Out

Seif comes in from the hallway.
Solita comes in from the hallway.

Sarin beams at Carise. "Thanks a ton!"

Khaelyn echoes Sarin. "Thanks a ton!" With another tug on Seif's leash, she mutters back, "We all know you look stupid, but the leash helps."

Carise smiles, nodding her head slowly, lightly setting herself at the end of the bed. Not leaving them unsupervised, not yet at least.

Thalon comes in from the hallway.

"Oh shut up, Khae. You'll be the one sleeping with the canines tonight, not me." /Then/ we'll see who's stupid. Seif's unwiedly fingers are still prying at the leash, desperate glances given to all those present in the room. Help?

Sarin smiles sweetly at her co-conspirator-*cough* friends. "Do we have all the supplies? Gita! Just in time!"

> Seif eyes the exchange between Sarin and those oh-so-suspicious girls. "Uh," herderboy becomes a bit wary, slowly inching backward /away/ from the group -- until the leash nearly chokes him, due to lack of length.

Sarin subtly slides over to the door and shuts it. Firmly. No escaping, even if he does get the leash off.

Khaelyn tugs on the leash again. "Stand /still/, Seif." The small bag in her other hand is brought up. "I brought the dr--" Pause. "Supply." Yeah, that's it.

Etain slides in from the hallway, a bag in her arms. "I've got the stuff, Srin." She whipsers softly to the journeywoman, eyes alight with michief.

Green eyes dance with glee as Sarin beams at Etain. "Oh, wonderful, wonderful. Alright, everyone, where do we want to start?"

Seif gasps as the leash is jerked, abruptly cutting off his air supply, before recovering to eyeball Khaelyn strangely. "What supplies?" A contemplating pause. "You brought drudges? I don't see any." Another misinterpretation.

Surupa awards the brown with a treat and swiftly moves closer to Khaelyn. "Ah, here to cause some trouble at Ista? And you didn't tell /me/!?" Pout. "Good thing Veer sent me the message of you lot dragging Seif off." Is that an evil grin rising at the end of her lips?

Brina comes in from the hallway.

Solita considers the question. "Where do we start?...well, if we put the dre - oh, right, supplies - on first, it wouldn't smudge the..." Stuff. That's right, stuff.

Khaelyn muffles a giggle and leans over to whisper something to Surupa, a grin tugging at her lips. The bag is lifted, too, its contents shown to the fellow Herder. When she finishes, a look up goes to Sarin. "Start anywhere, I guess..." She brought her share of the stuff. And rolls her eyes at Seif.

Sarin steps back to appraise the herder lad, her chin cupped in her hand. A nod goes to Solita, "Aye, that's true. So, yes, the *supplies* first," she agrees.

Etain nods, sending a grin to the girls and sending Seif that same glance. "Maybe a bath first, for hair purpouses you know." Cough, ahem. Does he suspect anything?

Seif is once again teetering on the edge of the leash, yanking it occassionally to try and streeeetch it. "What kinda supplies? I don't like this. Ya'll are scaring me. A bath? With /you/ guys?" A mischevious grin surfaces. "Suuuuuuure."

Brina walks into where Sarin is. "Hey, I brought along some extra stuff." She says with a large bag of stuff in her arms. She nods to everyone that she sees. Her smiles goes straight up to her eyes as she notices Seif on a leash. that must be /very/ comfortable.

Solita nods her head in agreement. "Yes, gotta make sure he's not too dirty. Wouldn't be...well..." Feminine, that's what.

Thalon covers a brief laugh effectively.

Sarin snorts shortly. "Aye, baths with him aren't too safe, however. I suppose it'd be worth the final effect, however. I propose we strip him to the shorts, wash him, and then go ahead with the," cough, "Supplies?"

Ivory teeth shine as grin slips face and golden eyes flicker mischievously towards that younger Apprentice. "Oh." Is the only exclamation given towards the others. "Why, I might have a few things back in my room, you know." Her gaze turns from one direction to the other. "And for one thing, I will be running if Seif has to take a bath."

Khaelyn tugs on the leash again. "Standing still usually means not moving, Seif." She pokes at a corner of the bag where something -- ahem -- is poking out. "Sounds good, Sarin.."

One hand sufficiently clings to his shirt, the other at the waistband of his shorts, as Seif declares: "Heyheyhey, my clothes are staying on. Even if ya'll do wanna see me.." Cough. "Naked." Angling his head, the apprentice attemps to grab the leash with his teeth. Grr.

Etain nods, walking over to Carise's bed an dropping her bag of 'stuff.' "Okay, so we need a bath first." She sends Seif a quick glance and rolls her eyes. "Getting him clean is going ot be hard."

Seif is not smart. Duh.

Sarin snorts, then puts on her cajoling smile. "Come on, Seif darling, we just want you to take off your shirt and outer pants. We don' wanna see ya totally nekkid, no siree. And we can't get you properly cleaned otherwise."

"Trust me, Seif, no one wants to see you naked in this hall or the Herder." Khaelyn pokes at the bag again. "Bath first, then... Should I just bring this--" Cough, point at the bag --"for him?"

Surupa allows her brown to hop down her arm and snap at Seif. Good Veer. "We are /not/ going to strip 'im. That's for sure." Chin turns upright and nose wrinkles up. "Even with his shorts on, I won't be sleeping for a /long/ time from bad dreams is so."

Sarin nods to Khae. "Aye, I think that would do. Where are the baths in here?" a laugh goes to Surupa. "Aye, but don't you think the," cough, "End resut would be worth it?"

"B-b-b-b-b-buuut, I like my clothes. I want them on." Pleading is futile, especially at the wrath of a horde of.. girls. Seif continues to try and grasp the leash between his teeth, ignoring Veer for now; he's used to being mauled by firelizards by now.

Sarin gives Seif another cajoling smile. "Of course you do, Seif, and you'll get them back on. . .eventually."

Thalon thinks, "and just a few minutes ago, he was happy to strip to get in a bath..."

Surupa shudders and droops her shoulders. "Just 'cause it's worth in." She mutters, allowing brown to hop from arm to Herder boy's shoulder and chatter in ear. Bad, bad boy. "Who's going to do the honor to strip 'im?"

"Eventually," Khaelyn amends. At Surupa's question, she wrinkles her nose. "Not me. I already had to drag 'im here."

Surupa crosses her arms and shakes her head. "Certainly /not/ me." She looks towards Etain and Sarin, grin twitching ever-so higher.

Sarin sighs in martyr fashion. "I suppose I'll do it, if someone else promises to deal with the supplies."

Seif would curl up in a pathetic ball on the floor, if the leash allowed it. Sniff. "My clothes are staying /on/. This isn't fair -- I'm outnumbered!" The apprentice swats at the brown with a hiss, whilst trying to gnaw on the leash.

Thalon looks around, "Would it matter if his clothes remained in one piece?"

Etain thinks for a moment before grabbing Sief's hand. This is her hall, isn't it. "Come on, the baths are this way." She begins to tug upon the Herder, trying ot lead the others along with him.

The scene magically switches to the baths for the duration of the washing RP.

Solita rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. What a *man* Seif is. What a sarcastic person Solita is being...

Khaelyn can deal with supplies, trailing after everyone else, including Seif, to the baths. "I can cover supplies. At least mine." Smirk. She catches up with Seif, leash still in hand. "And by the way, Seif, thank you for this wonderful present..."

Sarin pouts at Seif and tugs gently at his shirt. "Come on, Seif. You didn't have a problem with it *last* time. . ."

Veer follows the crowd towards the baths, his humanpet striding there quickly with amber eyes turned towards the wall. "Wash 'im up quickly, I'm here in case he tries to escape." Is she the oldest here? However, bronze on head chirrups and Herder frowns. "Don't you dare rip his clothes, he'd have to wear /something/ afterwards."

Seif glares daggers at Khae. Stabstabstab! "Oh, you're welcome.." he drawls sarcastically, now protecting his shirt with both hands. "Nonono. Unleeeeesss.." Hey, he's willing to barter. "Unless you can pull it off with your teeth."

Sarin stares at Seif down her nose. "Heh. No." And with that, she catches at his shirt with one hand and starts pulling, tickling him with the other.

"Rishi and Veer here would be glad to rip the shirt anytime." Is Surupa's offer, shrugging her shoulder at the wall. "However, I won't guarantee that they will not tear a bit of flesh while they're at it."

Etain continues to tug at Seif's had. "Just grab the back, Srin." That ought to work, if she pulled on the back and Eta pulle dhim forward. "Yes, off with the shirt." Wow, doe them seem...ibsessed?

Seif is, much to his dismay, ticklish. So, with a rather feminine squeal, hands leave their position on the shirt to grab at his tickling assailant -- and off comes the shirt. "Quuuuuiiiiiit!" Whine.

Sarin smiles sweetly at Seif, balling the shirt and tossing it back, out of reach. "Now, for the pants. . ." she cringes slightly.

Khaelyn bursts out laughing at the squeal and whine. "I'll need to remember tickling next time.." And smirks again. Poor Sarin really shouldn't have volunteered for that job. Khae just holds the leash.

Surupa tosses up her arms. "Have your hands washed immediately after with hot water!" She shouts to the dolphineer Journeywoman. Good idea, no? "I'll remember to tickle 'im when I return to Keroon, Khae. Though that won't be for awhile . . ."

Etain makes a bit of a face, eyes darting from one face to another. "Poor Sarin, pulling down his pants." They are evil, or just really horrible. My, this also looks a lot worse then it is, taking it all into perspective.

Sarin bites her lip, then goes to work. One smooth motion undoes his belt, pulls it off, tosses it, and tugs the pants down to his ankles. At this point, she rolls back and shudders. "Not a view I'd like to have again in the near future," she remarks, sitting on her tush on the floor.

Instead of a squeal, Seif chooses to emit more of an -- equally feminine screech. "No! Pants! On! Stay!" The now barechested boy hunches over, grabbing the waistband of his pants.

Thalon steps forward. "Would you like some...help?"

Khaelyn tugs on the leash again, trying to straighten Seif, barely managing to stifle her laughter and shield her eyes at the same time. "Ugh."

Sarin tickles Seif before he has a chance to get them all the way up, however. "Yes! Get his boots and pull off the pants!" she shouts to Thalon,

Thalon runs over and grabs the boots.

Surupa shudders at the sight that must be going on behind her. "I pity those who are looking now." Eeeeew. "Any help? Perhaps I can hold the leash, it doesn't require for me to turn around, does it?"

Thalon pulls off the right one.

Sarin laughs, carefully not looking. "Ok, into the bath now, luv," she calls over her shoulder.

Seif chokes. Sharding /leash/. "Off, off, off with this leeeaaaaash.." More tickling. Shudder. The hapless herder topples over, grabbing at both the boots and his pants.

Thalon Grabs the pants and closing his eyes, pulls them off.

Khaelyn has the leash already, with the other hand -- straps of the bag looped over her wrist -- covering her eyes. "I'll take off the leash once you're in the bath." Smirk.

Etain bites her lip in thought before grabbing Sief's clothes. "Come on, you have on your shorts. Stop being such a scardy-wherry!" Ahh, insults. "Some grab a towle, Carise stores 'em somewhere in her chest."

Seif is /not/ going to get in the bath that easily. "Nuh-uh. No bath. That means... my, uh, understuff will be wet." Anything in range is clawed at.

Surupa blinks and frowns at the wall. "Towel? I'll get it!" She quickly strides out from the bath, coming back with eyes closed and towel outstretched. However, not able to see is a problem in some way, like bumping herself into the wall. "Ack!" Scowls from flits and Herder opens her eyes. "Eeeeie!" Yes, see Seif in shorts. Ick.

Khaelyn nearly gets a Seif-flailed clawing in the side before she tugs on the leash the other way. "Stop thaaat!" Stepping gingerly around the bath with eyes still shut, she manages to trip over her own foot -- smart -- and falls with a splash. Splash. Khaelyn's in the tub, dragging Seif in after her via leash.

Sarin hops into the bath after the tumbling twosome, grabbing hold of Seif's arms and holding him down. Not enough to drown, but enough so that he can't escape. "Scrubbing time!" Swim suit clas lass proclaims.

Seif looks good in his shorts, thankyouverymuch! First, the slow tugging -- then the sudden /jerk/, and a flailing lad goes careening into the bath with only a water-muffled squeal. "Faranth," apprentice squeaks, struggling, "Get off meeee!"

Thalon sits by the bath and watches interested.

Khaelyn sputters as she lands in the bath, hands raised as so not to get her precious bag wet. She climbs out, muttering a stream of oaths under her breath as she wrings out her shirt. Pants are sort of out of the question. "Does anyone have an extra towel?"

Surupa just covers her innocent golden eyes at the sight. "Alright, remind me to maim Veer as soon as this is over." The firelizard chatter and hisses down at his humanpet. "Scrub 'im and get it over with!" And quickly, the Senior Apprentice tosses towel.

Sarin cringes, grabs some sweet sand, and starts scrubbing as quick as possible.

Khaelyn catches the towel mid-air, even if it was meant for Seif. Who cares? Legs are toweled off a few times, hem of shirt is squeezed out again, before she peers into the bag to make sure its contents are all right. Phew. And since Seif is officially in the tub, she lets go of the leash, sets the bag aside after taking out its contents, and begins smoothing out the wrinkles in the leather dress in her hands.

Seif catcalls at Khaelyn. "Go on and take your shirt off all the --" The remark is cut short by Sarin's scrubbing, to which the apprentice bubbles at. Water and talking don't mix. Gurgle. "Woah. Nice dress, Khae!"

"Thank you, Seif, though I think you'd look much better in it." Which is what they're going to be seeing sooner or later. Khaelyn smoothes out a few more wrinkles and holds it up against her self, hmming. "Well, if it's supposed to fit me, it'll fit on Seif. Just a little shorter."

Surupa raises her hand immediately with a bright and sinister grin. "I volunteer to get him into that dress!" Oh yes, Rupa is going to have fun with /this/!

Sarin quickly dunks Seif, scrubs his hair, dunks him again, and hauls him out. "Towel, please?" she calls, keeping a firm hold on his arm lest he try to escape. A nod goes to Khaelyn, "Aye, I believe so."

Thalon looks at Khaelyn shocked, then looks back at Seif laughingly.

Etain laughs hearing someone call dress. 'What about his hair? Should we dye it or cut it or smething?" Ooo! That pink dye would look great in hbis hair!

Seif burbles more beneath the water, the solitary sign of his struggling. "Me? Dress? Uh." One of those long, drawn out pauses. "No way! Shards, outoutout! Get me out of heeeere! And don't touch my hair!" The apprentice, sopping wet, attempts to barge out of Sarin's grip.

Khaelyn looks up after trying the dress against herself. "His hair's sorta too short to cut... Dying would be nice, though." She brightens. "Blue!" The dress is fluffed and folded, before being deposited in Surupa's raised hand.

Sarin ponders a moment. "Em, I think pink dye would be equisite. And little braids, perhaps," she suggests, tickling Seif meanwhile. She then plants a light kiss on his cheek in attempt to disorient him and tosses a towel over his head.

Surupa stares, raises a brow and shaking her head. "Stop is, Sarin, you're sickening me." She kissed the Herder. Shudder. "Why not a nice violet? Violet is nice..." Why not? "Dye 'im whatever you want, and trust me Seif, /I/ will get you into that dress."

Seif does not like this, not at /all/. All the girls receive a fair share of glares until more Sarin-tickling causes him to collapse in a mass of giggles. "N-n-nooo--" Giggle. "-- my hair stays the same! No dress! No dye!"

Sarin laughs. "Aye, Violet, I think it's too nice for him, however," she remarks, rubbing the towel over Seif's head and handing it to him. "Ok, dry yeself off, or I'll tickle more," she informs him, emerging from the bath.

Khaelyn sighs and leans against the wall. Her job is done, for now. "And Seif, don't you dare ask about that dess. It's a gift from my sister in Telgar, though what she was thinking, I don't know..." Smirk. "I think she'll appreciate it if I can get her a drawing of you in it, though."

Etain claps her hands together with girlish delight at the thought. "All of them! We can do his hair like Kazzie's, braid it then dye it every colour we want!" She likes this idea, a lot.

Surupa straightens and frowns towards Seif. "Gettong 'im out so soon? I believe if you keep him underwater for awhile... " Bad mind, Rupa. But wouldn't it be funny to see Seif float? Evil-minded. "Ah yes, the dress! I'll be sure to get Seif in it."

"Uh. Is your sister cute?" Hey, Seif's making the best of his current predicament. Tickling or drying off... drying off seems less -- harmful, so the apprentice reluctantly begins to dry off himself. "I like my blonde hair. B-l-o-n-d-e. No more of those.. scary colors."

Sarin smirks. "Who said anything about scary colors? We'll dye it *pretty* colors!" she proclaims, nudging him toward Surupa. "All yours. . ."

Surupa dips her head in a nod towards Seif, curling lips up into her evil grin. "Mine, you say?" Good enough. "Cover yourself with the towel, Seif." That's a good idea... "Clip on the leash, we might need it to get 'im in that dress." Rupa /wants/ that leash. Rupa /wants/ to get ahold of it and /tug/. Cackle!

Seif hunches over, protecting his chest. "I don't /think/ so. I'm not gonna be seen wearing a dress. Never. Ever. I'd rather see you in it.." Purr. Leer. Resume protective, slouched position.

Khaelyn tips the bag upside down, peering inside. A moment later, several nondescript... socks... roll out, followed by a breastband. She smiles triumphantly. Here ya go, Rupa," she calls, tossing them all over having stufefd them back into the bag. "Use as you see fit." Followed by handing the end of the leash over.

Sarin slides over to Seif, smiling sweetly. "Of course you would, Seif, but we aren't the ones getting the makeover now are we?"

Surupa shakes her head towards Seif and catching the bag with a wide grin. "Aah... This will be fun." She moves the bag to her left harm and quickly snags the leash, giving a slight tug. "Good 'nough. Now, Seif. You'll look /lovely/ after this, I promise!"

Etain nods, bobbing her head up and down many times. "You'll look simply swoonable, babe." Beam. "Where to now? For that matter, what part now?"

Seif eyes Rupa, inching backward. "Nuh-uh. Get that /dress/ and /breastband/ away from /me!/" He only ends up bumping into Sarin, which could mean more.. torture.

Sarin tickles Seif cheerfully. "Want me to hold him in place, or try to get the band on?" she queries of Surupa.

Khaelyn slouches against the wall, just.. laughing silently, doubled over in soundless laughter. She's never going to let Seif forget this.

Surupa tugs once more on the leash, getting her firelizards to hiss at the Herder boy. All Rupa needs now is the whip! "You'll get dressed up, whether you like it or not! Yes, please, Sarin..." Evil grin tossed towards Dolphineer-accomplice.

Seif is mimicing Khaelyn, doubled over -- except without the whole laughing part. Okay, so maybe he is laughing.. but only because he's being tickled. "This isn't fair! Go pick on Gristlan!"

Sarin smirks, taking the band and doing her best to wriggle it onto Seif while holding him in place at the same time. Not an easy task, but she somehow manages to get it roughly in place. Lass then proceeds to tickly the boy so he can't get it off. "Dress next?" she questions sweetly.

Etain nods, then shakes her head. "Don't we need ot stuff it first, Sarin?" That would be so much better looking. "It'd give the dress some form to it."

Surupa wraps leash over her hand a few times, looking into the bag and pulling out the socks. "Stuff the breastband, now. Make it look... Better?" Ah... Lovely Seif. so Rupa soon takes the dress and rolls up leash until she is close enough to fellow Herder.

Sarin grabs Seif by the shoulders and uses dolphincraft built muscle to hold him in place. "Ok, stuff away!" What, you thought *she* was going to do that? No way. She already stripped, scrubbed, and tickled.

Seif hunches over more, trying to keep his chest from reach. Humiliating. Scarlet has long since painted his cheeks in an all-too-noticeable blush, so really all it can do is.. darken. Meep. "No, don't stuff! Nevernevernever stuff!" Scowl.

Surupa has to stuff? Ick. "Fine." She mutters before taking the socks in one hand and hesitates before stuffing them into the breastband quickly and attempting to rearrange them. "There, is that good enough?" Or should she stuff a little more?

Etain gives Seif and his stuffed breastband a thoughtful glance before shaking her head. "Just a touch more, I'd say." Does she volunteer to od it? Nooooooo. Someon eelse can. No touching Seif.

Sarin nods, wrestling Seif in place as best she can. "Aye, a litte more would be good," she agrees, equally *not* volunteering.

Khaelyn is still... laughing. She'll thank her sister for that dress someday. Eventually.

Seif continues to struggle, though the leash hinders his efforts dramatically. "No! I look bad enough as it is! Boys aren't /supposed/ to wear stuff breastbands!" Way to state the obvious, no?

Surupa removes yet another pair of socks, wrinkling her nose and shoving them down into the 'band once again. "Now he just /has/ to come around Gar... Visit, perhaps? Or I will just follow the pair of you back to Keroon!" And now, the dress. "Seif, this would be easier if you held still."

Sarin smiles sweetly at Seif. "Yes, that's true, but with those hips you must be a girl," she informs him. "How can I help, Surupa?"

Khaelyn stops laughing briefly to sigh. "Faranth. Now I won't have any socks to wear for the next few days." Eeew. "Does anyone else have any more? I don't want to give up any of my few left.." Precious few socks.

Sarin shakes her head. "Sorry, I don't have any socks with me," she admits.

Surupa drops her shoulder, rolling leash up tighter and dipping her head in a nod at Sarin. "Ah yes, hold out his arms, please. It would be easier that way."

Seif glares viciously at Khaelyn, hissing vehemently. The apprentice has no intention of remaining still; maybe that's why he's wrestling and writhing urgently. "Get that dress away from me!"

Sarin nods, oblidging Surupa. "Now Seif, don't make me kick you to hold you still," she tells him in a motherly tone. Not that there's anything motherly about this episode.

Surupa turns her lips into a grin, slipping the /leather/ dress on Seif with some effort. "You sure this will fit 'er... him, I mean. Or her, now?" What /should/ they consider Seif to be. "You make one lovely female, Seif, honest!" Well, don't insult your kind, Rupa. "Now, Sarin and I will /both/ kick you if you don't allow me to get this on!"

Seif complies quickly, against his will. He'll bear it, as long as he doesn't get kicked... or tickled. With a gasp, the herder nestles himself into the dress until it sufficiently is fit, and cutting off his oxygen supply. "Happy?!" Hiss.

Khaelyn is laughing all over again, clutching onto the wall for support, nearly shaking with giggles. Seeing Seif like that... Well, you don't see that every day. Nor would one want to.

Surupa smiles, more of a smug look upon her face as she studies Seif. "Good enough, just fix your stuff breastband." Make it look natural, perhaps? "Sarin? Khaelyn? Who's doing the make-up?"

Sarin ponders, smirking at his look. "Eh, I'll take care of his hair, someone else can do that makeup," she offers.

Seif whimpers pathetically. No fun. At all. "This is baaaaaad. Badbadbad. It will never look... natural. Because it isn't natural!" Eyes widen at the mention of 'makeup'. "Makeup?! Nononono!" Traditionally, he begins to struggle -- which is even more pathetic, since he can barely move in his new attire.

"I'll do the makeup!" Khaelyn chirps from her wall, finally standing up and going over to observe the goings-on. "Nice job on the dress. My sister would be proud." Not.

Surupa shakes her head. "And there you go again, Seif. It's just a /bit/ of make-up!" And dye... Rupa beams over towards Khaelyn, dipping her head in a nod. "Ah... And I thank your sibling for the dress, as well."

"See, Rupa, you gotta understand," Seif begins, calmly, "I'm a /male/. I do not wear /makeup/, /tight dresses/, /stuffed breastbands/, and whatever else you have in store for me." Khaelyn is glared, scowled, hissed, and snarled at.

Sarin smirks at Seif. "You're a male? Coulda fooled me with those hips," she tells him sweetly. "And even if you are a male, you've clearly never met Kurt. Now hold still, or Khae might smudge it by accident."

Surupa shakes her head at Seif. "Well, he's all yours, Khaelyn. Sarin." A nod is sent to both of them. "And are you /sure/ you are male, Seif?" That is the question, isn't it?

Khaelyn ignores the glares, scowls, hisses, and snarls. Ooh. A menagerie. "But Seif, /you/ need to understand. You're a male--" Or so they thing --"But you /are/ going to wear makeup, tight dresses, stuffed breastbands, and whatever else we have in store for you." The makeup is grabbed and she ventures over, a /very/ smug grin on her face. "Where to start?"

Seif shoves a hand over his face, protectively -- still snarling, hissing, growling, etc. at the whole mob of murderous girls. "You don't understand either, Khae -- you're not supposed to be in the hall, you're supposed to be sleeping with the canines.."

Khaelyn pokes through the bag, finally fishing out rouge, lip color, and eye color. A-ha. The eye color is looked over first, discarding a few before finding one she's looking for. "Dark green. To bring out your eyes," she proclaims. "Now hold still, unless you want me to poke you in the eye to make 'em match even more." She waves the applicator and eye color at him in warning. "And don't get started about the canines or I might sell you for one."

Sarin frowns. "Want me to tie his hands behind him? Might make things easier," she offers.

Etain nods at Sarin, hopefully, answering for Khae. "It looks like it would. Mayvbe you ought o gag him also, a bit too noisy if you ask me."

Surupa still has ahold of the leash, doesn't she? "Hush, Seif. Girls don't snarl that way." Tug. Tug. "Now you will look like a lovely female and act that way for now."

Sarin nods to Etain and finds a bit of rope. She then forces Seif's hands behind his back and ties the wrists together. Tightly. Many knots. May need a knife to get it off. . . "I don't know about the gag, though, then how would we get the lip color on? Well, I suppose it can always be removed," she shrugs. "Up to Khae, the artiste."

Such a nice title. Khaelyn approaches Seif, grinning. "Shut your eyes, too. And keep 'em shut." Having said so, she expertly brushes on the eye color, going back over it a few times to darken it. Ah, finished, and Seif's eyelids are now an elegant green. Eye pencil is picked up and she traces around the outline of Seif's eye, lengthening the shape. "Now you're beautiful and exotic." See?

Khaelyn grabs the lip color -- dark red -- and applies that, turning Seif's lips nicely effiminate. That aside, she picks up rouge and sweeps that on, fading and darkening Seif's cheeks to a more-or-less natural (More like /less/) cameo, almost roseate. "Beautiful," she pronounces, sitting back to examine her work. Hmm.

Sarin steps around to look and applauds. "Lovely! You should be a professional, Khae," she proclaims.

"Now I'm... humiliated." Seif attempts to rub off the eyecolor on his shoulder, only to smear it terribly. Hands are jerked repeatedly, trying to wheedle themselves out of the cage of knots. "Ugh. Bad." Lips are stuck the lovely red shade, though the apprentice does succeed in smearing one cheek on his shoulder as well.