Logs:Converting the Barracks
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| RL Date: 11 November, 2015 |
| Who: Dahlia, Ebeny |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dahlia approaches Ebeny about converting the weyrling barracks to temporary, secondary dragon infirmary. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: E'dre/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions |
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>---< Weyrlingmaster's Office, Fort Weyr(#576RJhs$) >------------------------< This small cavern opens off the Complex and serves as a more private meeting space for small groups of the weyrlings and an office space for the Weyrlingmaster. Just within the door, an oval table set about with six chairs is kept stocked with mugs and a fresh pitcher of water and carafe of klah. A blackboard hangs on the wall to the left of the table, often marked with notes or diagrams from lessons. Past the blackboard, a broad-topped desk is arranged with two comfortable chairs in front to welcome guests, while a sturdy, straight-backed and only lightly-padded chair sits behind the desk for the Weyrlingmaster's use. The desk boasts many drawers and a blotter top. A shelf hangs from the wall above and to one side of the desk, extra storage space for stacks of vellum, ink and pens, sealing wax and other odds and ends. Against the back wall a subtly set door leads the way into the Weyrlingmaster's personal weyr. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Dahlia F 18 5'9" sturdy, dk. brown hair, hazel eyes 0s Ebeny F 44 6'0 hourglass, black hair, green eyes 3s Smiles are increasingly difficult to come by as news comes to the Weyr from Healer, Fort Hold and Ruatha Hold. Quarantines adopted in those Holds and Healers mobilized to those areas where they're needed. Taeliyth's polite warning to Laurienth, « Dahlia is on her way to see the Weyrlingmaster, » is simple and grim, carrying with it a sense of restrained urgency. Dahlia has no smile today. Her clothing is functional, made for ease of movement and hard work; the clothes hardly befit the knot on her shoulder, but almost certainly serve her better as the Weyr prepares, in case of disaster. She has a clipboard and a small stack of hides in her arms when she arrives outside the weyrlingmaster's office door, knocking before reaching for the handle to open it wide enough to ask, "Weyrlingmaster?" if not to fully admit herself within until she's had some confirmation that the woman is within and ready to see her. There cannot be much hidework with which to busy herself these days, at least not as far as concerns any weyrlings, but that's exactly what Ebeny has managed to do. That it keeps her out of the crowds and away from most people cannot entirely be a coincidence, given her condition and the varying rumours of the severity of the sickness beyond the Weyr, and though she looks rather grim of mindset herself, she's not unwelcoming when Dahlia appears, and first waves her in, silently. After finishing the sentence that she's carefully inking, she asks, "What can I do for you?" and only belatedly remembers to add, "Weyrwoman." "Weyrlingmaster," Dahlia addresses her professionally as she steps within. There's only the slightest of fidgets to betray her discomfort at the adjustment to this reversal of status. "I'm sure you're already aware," since the whole Weyr surely is, "that we're making preparations for if the sickness in Boll should make it to the Weyr, in spite of the precautions taken." She doesn't waste time with chit-chat when there's something of this gravity. "As we don't anticipate weyrlings for some months yet, but have to anticipate the possibility of a great many ill riders, we're offering the barracks to the dragonhealers, in case of overflow." She says it all matter-of-factly, but it doesn't sound like something that's truly up for discussion. Ebeny stares for just a moment, or it might be simply that she goes distant as she watches Dahlia and processes, and then she abruptly reanimates, setting her pen down as she sits back a little uncomfortably in her seat. "You're going need better linens," she says, quite without appearing to realise that she's jumped straight into the middle of her thoughts on the matter without supplying any answer as to whether she agrees or otherwise. "And you'll need to decide what to do about the wallows. Most of them won't fit a full-grown dragon. They'll either need temporarily filling in to even out the floor, or to be made larger." Dahlia doesn't seem to mind the placement of thoughts, her head bobbing in acknowledgement. "I'd welcome your help sorting what preparations we need to make before giving the healers and dragonhealers free reign to make their own preparations. However," and here she pauses, "once they receive the space, I need to ask you to lock the office door and keep a distance from the complex." She manages to keep her tone very neutral. "...And the weyr?" is asked in a murmur, with a half-glance towards the door behind her. "Even if I'm not--" Ebeny shakes her head a little. "Will you move my-- Will you move the Weyrleader out? My children?" she questions. "Or will they be safe with this room between them and the barracks?" Dahlia visibly hesitates. "I don't know if doors protect from this. It doesn't seem that they've done much good in Boll. But moving will be up to you and the Weyrleader. I'm sure there is another space available." She pauses-- it's a long pause, but then, "I can't imagine the Weyrwoman would object to your family taking residence in the other juniors' weyr for the time being if that would be your, collective," comes the brief awkward addition, "preference." She doesn't say 'Lilah's weyr' since that might have as bad joojoo as the sickness in Boll, but at least it's a large enough weyr to accommodate the family more comfortable than a guest weyr and it's one that can be gotten to by feet alone. "...You might need that junior weyr as much as the barracks, if things get... bad," Ebeny slowly replies, her focus fixed on the desk before her. "I guess... I'll have to speak to the Weyrleader about it. I don't know how he'll feel about it. I suppose he could move into the Weyrleader's office with the girls, temporarily. It is a weyr..." She takes a deep breath and finally manages to look up again. "I'll do what I can to help, with the barracks. I just hope it isn't needed, in the end. And... if it is..." The greenrider swallows hard and closes her eyes for a moment, giving another shake of her head. "I'll stay away, anyway." "Good," comes with more emotion than anything before, the professional mask of confidence threatening a crack here and there as Dahlia looks at Ebeny. "If there's anything I can do for you, more personally, please let me know." She manages to constrain any personal desires to this one offer. (N'rov would be so proud!) "Should we use the classroom as a staging ground for whatever work will need to be done in the barracks? I think, probably, we should set up make-shift beds in the Solarium, too, or at least blankets and pillows, in case there is illness and in case anyone needs some light." She looks down at her clipboard and hides a moment before turning them to gesture in the direction of the classroom in silent invitation for Ebeny to join her for the planning to commence. Immediate action and that fact that Dahlia is able to pull residents and riders from other tasks to be enlisted in the cause probably makes the situation seem all the more foreboding and grim. Ebeny seems a little startled by that emotion, and looks Dahlia up and down in a faintly guarded manner as she continues, though she is not obviously unkind in the way in which she watches her. She opens her mouth as if to speak, yet she finds herself unable to supply anything on that first attempt, and is forced to regroup and try again. "Thank you," is soft, if somehow confused and apprehensive at the same time. Rather than risk dwelling on unasked questions, she gets to her feet, agreeing, "Yes, let's... start." And after she's flipped a blank hide over the one she's working on, to cover it, she's ready to follow after - and locks the door behind her. Gossip: Extra Space Means Extra Work While it may only be good sense for Fort Weyr to be preparing in case of illness, rumors abound that the preparations are going beyond the infirmaries, where they might be expected. Dahlia, Ebeny and Erinta seem to be undertaking the task of converting weyrling and candidate barracks into secondary infirmaries should it become necessary. Even with the report of a skeleton staff at Southern Boll Hold, some argue that it's being taken too far and that those being pulled from regular duties to help with the undertaking are putting in a lot of work for nothing. It remains to be seen if this is prudence or folly, but it means a lot of extra work for those lucky volun-tolds. |
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