Logs:Chedayi Issues a Warning
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| RL Date: 18 April, 2008 |
| Who: Chedayi, Derecho |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Vijays get lost and found. |
| Where: Lower Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 1, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
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| Lower Caverns, High Reaches Weyr This large cavern is alive with activity as people congregate to finish up projects, plan out new ones or simply socialize. A quieter corner is usually filled with people in earnest conversation, the occasional laughter ringing out from the living caverns where noisier groups converse. Last minute errands are completed quickly, folks eager to relax after a busy day. Sleepy eyed children wander through murmuring protests as they are taken off to bed and the weyr's early risers head back up towards the living quarters in search of quieter pastimes. Passageways lead off in many directions around the cavern, forming a nexus of sorts. An archway opens up into the bowl; a wide tunnel leads out of the weyr; along the wall near the kitchen is an outcropping of rock that shelters a crevice in the wall; a well worn set of stairs rise up to the living quarters of the Weyr staff; and sounds and smells from the south indicate the presence of the living cavern and kitchen. Fresh from a bath, towel slung across his shoulders, laundry all wadded up under his arm, Chedayi slips out of the steamy side cavern and into the main thoroughfare that will eventually lead back out to the trail to the encampment. In the meantime though, he waylays himself with pushing against a partially open door, peers inside nosily, moves along to try the handle of the next door and finds it locked. Seems to be nothing nefarious, but most people probably wouldn't take too kindly to his occupation. Derecho, coming from the opposite direction at his saunter, is headed toward the steam baths himself. Following the same track in that Chedayi takes out eventually brings him across the path of the other trader, and while Chedayi tries the doors, Derecho pauses, stepping out of the traffic flow to watch a second, then sidle on up behind the other man. "And just what do you think /you're/ doing?" he says then, in a mock-stern voice. Chedayi jumps! His hand comes flying off the knob it was trying and he swings around in haste, all ready with his mouth running to answer an excuse; "You see sir, I was just-- oh. It's you." He faces Derecho with a rush of enlightenment, sags until his shoulder rests against the locked door behind him. Hard to say if he's /relieved/ that it's Derecho, oh-it's-you can be taken so many ways, but he cracks a quick smile. "I was just trying the doors," duh. Even before Chedayi jumps, Derecho is grinning, and the excuse, the look on the other trader's face, just makes him laugh. "It's me," he agrees. And yeah, I figured that much," he agrees, shaking his head. Like Chedayi, he leans back, his shoulders against the wall as he slides his hands in his pockets. "I keep getting lost down here," he remarks himself, glancing sideways at the other, then the bypassers idly. "Take a tunnel, open a door, leads so completely not where it's supposed to." "Aye?" asks the red-head, like such a thing has never happened to him, has him looking around the corridor with a new interest. "Maybe I just don't go as many places, haven't noticed it m'self." Chedayi surreptitiously finishes trying the handle behind him, his fingers depressing it from the midst of his lean, but it is indeed locked. "Where would you be trying to get to at that?" With a sudden grin on thought of Derecho's doings. "Oh, anywhere, you know?" Derecho pulls a hand from his pocket to offer a flippant wave of it. "Try to get to the living caverns, I wind up in the classrooms. Try to get to the baths, and it's the storerooms. You'd think they'd put up signs for the people, the visitors like us." But he shrugs it off, with a what-can-you-do sigh. "Tell me," he adds a beat later, nodding toward the towel draped over Chedayi, "I'm still heading the right way for the baths today, though." Chedayi looks down at the damp towel when it's brought into question, mouth pursing into an oh that stays silent until he steps forward to point down the corridor. "You are, you are. Just right along that bend in the hall, see, behind all the thick like hides and such." He pantomimes pushing them all aside, his hand weighted down by them. "But be warned." With sudden gravity, with a reach to latch onto Derecho's elbow like he's got something very serious to impart. "That way?" Derecho points, too, squinting down the hall before slanting another look sideways at Chedayi. "All right then. Maybe I'm learning a bit, starting to." Beat. His eyes flick down at the hand at his elbow, a brow lifting questioningly when he looks up at the other trader. His grin fades slowly, more serious too. Chedayi grips with some force too, looks around the vicinity to be sure there's no one eavesdropping, no one to horn in on what he's about to impart. "There're saggies in there right now, friend." The horror! Derecho's brows shoot up, and he sneaks a sharp look around again at the caverns pointed out. Serious indeed. "Yeah?" he says, nose wrinkling when he swings his head back around to look at Chedayi. "Think I oughta find something else to occupy my time for a bit, in that case. They nearly done or just getting started?" Chedayi nods, seriously!, then releases Derecho's arm to huddle back in the jam of the door he failed to open. "Don't know, friend. When the saggies come in..." He plucks at the towel around his shoulders, reaches up to run a hand through uncombed hair. "Out I go, right? If you're a brave man, go and see." He shudders at the thought. "Brave? Stupid," substitutes Derecho, shaking his head, ruffling his free hand through his hair to banish such thoughts. "Yep, going to need something else to keep me busy for a bit," he decides. "Any ideas?" "'Fraid not, friend." Chedayi steps away from the door again, this time resolutely, and pulls on the towel to straighten it like it's part of his uniform. "Planned to go back to camp myself, get a bit of rest in me, recover from the shock." Test door handles along the way. "I hear they've got a bar just over yonder, haven't been m'self." He points aimlessly along some random corridor, good directions for a man who gets lost all the time. "Bar?" That'll get Derecho's attention, make him look that way down the hall, too. "Sounds like a good bet." And if the directions aren't the best? Derecho flashes that crooked grin of his again, wry this time. "I'm sure if I wander a bit I can find liquor around this place somewhere, if not the bar to drink it in. Thanks, man." Chedayi, all tragedy; "Sing a drunken lament for my poor eyes, won't you?" As though they burn still, he rubs his eyes with his knuckles while he brushes past Derecho. |
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