Logs:A Day in the Life of a Record Keeper
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| RL Date: 14 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lycinea shadows Edyis as part of her Giorda-sanctioned career exploration. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 1, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Giorda/Mentions, Jeroman/Mentions |
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>---< Records Room, High Reaches Weyr(#367RJs) >-----------------------------<
Books. Scrolls. Bound hides. Maps. If it's a record pertaining to the
Weyr, it's likely to be in this roughly oval room with its
floor-to-ceiling cherrywood shelves, its multitude of slots for scrolls,
and its wide drawers for materials that shouldn't be rolled up or folded.
A scribe is usually on duty at the tall desk up front with its good view
of the room, and is able to help visitors find what they're looking for
via the big bound index on its rotating stand. Past the desk, several
tables stand in neat rows for note-taking, each stocked with glowbaskets,
scrap hide, paper and pencils. Additional lighting is provided by a
many-armed wrought-iron light fixture, its glows gleaming through
luxurious glass containers in fluted shapes instead of baskets.
To one side of the room, a gap between two sets of shelves outlines where
another set once stood, now replaced by a tapestry-covered aperture.
Peeking behind the tapestry reveals another cavern, this one likewise full
of shelves, but occupied by only a few boxes of older records and a
somewhat musty air of disuse. As well, two narrow but solid doors are
locked when the room is unattended and a discreet staircase provides
direct access from the Weyrleaders' weyrs. The supervisor on duty is obviously less than thrilled when Lycinea presents her with the note from Giorda requesting that the blonde shadow one of their workers through an average shift. That lack of enthusiasm is probably why Lya is directed to Edyis, rather than one of the paid staff, on this particular afternoon. "Excuse me," she's at least starting with manners, "he," the supervisor, "said I could follow you through your shift and learn the ropes." If needed, the supervisor will nod confirmation of the blonde's words. "Did he now?" Dark eyes are lifting to study the person on duty with an arch of a dark brow. There may be an exchange of tongue sticking out. "Better me than him I suppose, and better him than getting stuck with Master Jeroman for the day." Turning her attention to the blonde critically giving her a once over. "Show me your hands." She states first, then adds, "Can you read and write?" She grabs the last of the books from the cart she was reshelving. Supervisors are not, generally, known for their immaturity, so Edyis only receives and arched brow of the same ilk as her own. Would she like to decline? "Well," Lya says quite practically, "I'm not going to end up a supervisor on my first day if I end up working here at all." She looks at Edyis now with her own furrowed brows, "You're just a regular sort of record keeper, aren't you?" Surely, he wouldn't have directed her to someone who couldn't show her the ropes. The blonde does not lift her hands, but rather asks, "Why do you need to see my hands?" Clearly, she's going to be a cooperative sort of student. "I can. They try not to let you out of harper lessons here without the basics," not that some don't manage it, but Lya is perhaps not that clever. "I was, Master Jeroman's direct assistant until recently." The dark-eyed woman points out and not without some edge to her words. Maybe suddenly understanding why it was passed off on her. "I want to see your hands so I can see if they are clean. I'm not going to have someone mucking up the records with dirty hands. Jeroman would have my head." She gives the blonde a look. "Do you have a name?" "Who's he?" Lya obviously hasn't spent much time within this hide-heavy room, or is good at faking that she hasn't. The name doesn't appear to mean anything to her at any rate. "Do you check the hands of every rider and resident who comes in to use the records?" The blonde inquires skeptically. "Is that the protocol?" She's clearly just trying to understand how things work as she continues to not surrender her hands for inspection. "Lya." Edyis pinches the bridge of her nose with her free hand. Counting, slowly. "Master Jeroman is the Head Records keeper. I will check the hands of anyone coming in here to work without a Harper Hall background. Just as Master Jeroman did when, I first met him." She exhales slowly. "Lya I don't know what possessed you to shadow in here, but what we do, it's important. The entire history of the weyr is in these records, preserved and recopied so that we don't lose important knowledge. If you don't think you can take that responsibility seriously, then I will sign off on whatever you need to be signed off and you can go shadow someone else." Gently stated, but the scribe isn't budging or putting up with nonsense. "If you still want to see what we do, show me your hands and we can get started." Lycinea raises an eyebrow archly at the brunette. "So, you said you were his assistant until recently. Did you get demoted?" This doesn't address the matter of her hands, still balled at her sides. "And I don't need you to sign anything." She stops there, considering the woman in a way that suggests she's not about to magically manifest some more cooperative attitude. "I did not." The dark-eyed girl answers primly, hands on her hips now. "Not that it is any of your business, but since you seem to be the sort of insolent little cur who requires such information. I gave up my knot to go home and care for my dying stepmother. I do this because I love it. Not to magically avoid responsibility." The books, those are being shelved now, the scribe paying little more mind to the girl. "There's a basin in that direction and soap. If you want to work, wash your hands thoroughly and dry them thoroughly. If you want to loll about all day find someone else who has the time to waste." "Wanna say that again, bitch?" Lya's expression is hard, cold and completely insensitive. This is, surely, what she mean when she told Giorda she'd behave herself. The balls are now firm fists. She doesn't even look up at the girl. Shelving more books with the delicate precision of someone wholly focused on the work. She doesn't bat an eye at the curse. "Your choice Lya." Is all the answer she offers shelving the last of her armload and walking down a row of shelves to check for another cart. "Look, halfwit," the blonde puts on her bitchface, as is only appropriate, "I'm here because I want to be here, because I'm interested. Whoever gave you the idea that you should be on so high a runner should probably be concerned for the coloration of your ass when you fall off it. Near as I can tell, you're not even a real record keeper, so why he even thought I could learn anything from anyone as uppity and bitchy as you, I'll never know." And she'll happily turn to stride back toward the supervisor to give him the run-down and request a different person to shadow, an actual record keeper this time, thankyouverymuch. Edyis doesn't seem bothered at all by it. In fact, she collects a stack of materials, and heads off to one of the alcoves to work on recopying them. When the records keeper asks her to do the same though. a chuckle might be heard. |
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Roz (21:26, 16 February 2015 (EST)) said...
That escalated quickly. :x
Suireh (04:35, 17 February 2015 (EST)) said...
K'zin (16:13, 17 February 2015 (EST)) said...
Aww, bunny! Ahahaha.
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