Logs:Enlightening
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| RL Date: 5 March, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Wakizian, Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Brieli and Alida try to give Wakizian lady advice. That goes about as well as you'd expect. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 2, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Nicky/Mentions |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr Massive in scale, the Weyr's main storage passage connects to the kitchen on one end and the outbound tunnel on the other. Large enough to admit a wagon laden with goods, the tunnel easily permits the unloading and organization of supplies into the various storerooms. Branching off from this corridor are multiple caverns, the nearer two being 'open' stores from which residents can readily help themselves, while the deeper stores are kept locked up tight with a posted sign and inventory hung on a hook outside of each. An alcove next to the public stores serves as a catch-all area for reshelving items whose destination is uncertain; two sets of stone shelving and several bins hold these items neatly until a stores assistant has a moment to deal with them. Though the storage caverns vary in size, shape, and the smoothness of their walls, all belong to the same system: whitewashed walls, swept floors, and most importantly, neatly labeled and inventoried shelves providing ample space to stow all the supplies a busy Weyr needs. Though there's no direct internal lighting, a glowbasket may be brought in from the niche outsde each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves. It's usually busy in the storerooms - there's always something to be brought in or taken out, counted or weight or cleaned. There's also now a stream of candidates that need to be outfitted with winter clothing, despite the fact that people keep claiming winter won't be on much longer, or the hatching won't be far off. Brieli seems to be overseeing some sort of inventory, a few boxes at her feet, a clipboard in hand, and a look of concentration on her face as she makes little marks on the hide on it. Despite industry, she's a tall oasis of calm in the chaos. Wakizian is dirty. This is nothing new and unusual, of course, but the kind of dirt - for the discerning eye, is different today. It's not the usual sweat and smudge of working the forge, but instead the dirt and scrapes anyone familiar with tunnel snake hunting duties would be familiar with. There's a satchel over one shoulder that look exceptionally flat for someone who looks like he's been at it a while. The reason for the flatness, though, might be in the large tear in the satchel's side. "Weyrwoman Brieli," Wakizian greets the woman with a smile as he approaches. His eyes scan the shelves around. "Might you be able to tell me where in here I'd get another 'snake bag?" He grasps the strap of his and holds it forward to show her the type he means. Taking her late lunch break between bouts of shoveling slop and other candidate chores, Alida receives a sack of cooking herbs to deliver to the store rooms once she's done eating. Taking the opportunity to get something done *while* eating, the blonde steps cautiously into the cavern - large sack slung over both shoulders - while one hand balances it and the other feeds her face a roast beast sandwich. On occasion, the juice from it drips onto stone flooring. At this point, she hasn't seen Azaylia or Waki. After making a few more marks, Brieli looks up to arch a brow at Wakizian, lips twitching with amusement - you can tell from the brightness lurking in dark eyes. "Snake bag," she echoes, slowly. "I'm afraid there's no 'snake bag' shelf, but there are some sacks up the third aisle to the right." As she gestures, she glances over her shoulder to point it out, spotting Alida and the dripping sandwich with a flicker of her gaze. She calls over to the blonde, "Mind the drippings - make sure that gets cleaned up before you go." Not that she cares in the meantime - eat away. Turning back to the young man, she eyes the scrapes, noting, "Best clean those little cuts up before you get back to it." "Really?" Wakizian's baritone sounds genuinely surprised. "I'd think with as many people end up hunting tunnelsnakes as a chore between candidates and everyone else that there'd be a special slot in here for that." Then again, some Smiths are fond of having a gadget specifically for each task. He's distracted when the goldrider's attention shifts and he follows it, brows rising a little a spotting Alida. "Working through lunch?" He queries, the look on his face suggesting that's more commitment to chores than he'd have (or maybe it's just his love of food that makes the idea seem appalling to him). He glances down to his bare hands and arms, sleeves rolled to the elbow, shrugging dismissively at the scrapes. Recognizing Brieli's voice, Alida calls out a low but quite audible, 'Yes'sm..." while artfully tweaking her hips and legs around various storage racks and stacks of stuff. Pause. "Where should I put it?" There's a few likely spots...but never assume. A soft grunt from the holder likely goes unheard, but perhaps oddly, the blonde's alto answers Wakizian back with a clipped, "Yeah. Figured I was close t'done already." One thing's for sure: Alida doesn't shirk the physical chores. In fact, she seems to enjoy them in a way. With a slight smile, "There's no special properties to a tunnelsnake bag, yes? No more so than most sturdy bags, therefore - a place for those. Not enough shelf space to subdivide so minutely." Brieli continues her work idly as she explains the logic behind the Weyr's storage system to Wakizian. "And a lot of riders tend to work through lunch." With a bare glance for Alida, perhaps somewhere between surprised and pleased, "Finish up if you like, I just don't want to hear the Headwoman telling me about candidates dripping grease and tracking crumbs through the storerooms. Sometimes it's easier to eat on the way, but she can't abide anything that might bring a pest in here." She's not unreasonable! Today, anyway. "Yes." Wakizian agrees. The wrinkling of his nose heralds his: "But, once a sack had been used for tunnelsnake corpses, I wouldn't fancy using them for something else. Like-- whatever Alida's carrying. What are you carrying anyway?" This is to Alida, and at least he has the sense not to chivalrously offer to carry it for her. The bags held by the two candidates are obviously different sizes, but the idea of reusing the 'snake bags for other tasks does seem to unsettle him. But not so much as the news that lots of riders work through lunch, "They do? I'm not sure I'm cut out for it then." Food times are special! "Allright, allright; I promise ta' clean it up..." Alida responds to Brieli in tones that amply imitate a peeved 12 year old, the blonde then snorting darkly and rolling her eyes only to herself. Seems she's in a rarer good mood today, for whatever reason. With no particular place pointed out by the Weyrwoman, the candidate finds the nearest dry food storage place where sacks are stacked, and unburdens her shoulders there, then gently toes the thing out of the way. Someone else can do the fine placement. While here, the now relaxing femme putters her way around the place, her boot steps muted, her chewing soft...and her large sandwich cupped in one hand now covered with a handkerchief. If she backtracks at any point, her drips upon floor are wiped up with another hankee pulled out of one beltpouch. Out to Wakizian is called, "Cooking herbs..." the young woman then smirking roughly at the other candidate's response to physical labor during food eating. "Well, you know. We do clean them. The laundry is quite good at it." Brieli points this out to Wakizian without too much humor in her tone, though there's something of another smile playing about her lips. "Not for food, though. And oh-- my apologies, Alida. Someone will find a place for that." Someone does, in fact, swoop down on the bag once the candidate's dropped it, hauling it off to dry storage. "You don't have to work through any meals, but if you have additional duties, it may be necessary. It depends what you choose to do with your time, aside from the basic duties of a rider." Looking up from her clipboard, back to the blonde as she eats her sandwich, "Much appreciated." A flash of a smile. The fact that what Alida's carrying has to do with food makes Wakizian's face contort as he likely considers a bag of the kind he's carrying being used for what Alida's contained. "Yeah, but-" Wakizian's argument has no legs to stand on, but it doesn't stop him from emphatically saying one final time to the Weyrwoman: "Dead tunnelsnakes." Obviously, this chore he's on is not one of his favorites. The Smith's lips purse slightly as he considers, "Well, as long as it's not all the time, I suppose I could be fine. I guess if the reason I was eating and working at the same time was a good one, I would." He glances towards blonde then back to brunette, and then back to blonde, and there's a moment of realization on his face. "Oh, hey! You guys are girls. Women, I mean. Would you mind if I asked for a woman's perspective on something?" His look towards Alida is a little more skeptical than the hopeful one he gives Brieli. "Not a problem..." the palest-blonde murmurs to Brieli just loud enough to be heard in the big space they're all in, her putterings continuing as she first paces off the perimeter of the cavern, then gets into stalking the aisles, if any. Omnom. In and out of sight Alida weaves, exploring with curious and watchful eyes, even noting to a passing worker, "That bag uv' tubers' gonna fall soon..." the woman then making motions with one hand as if to inquire if the man wants her to handle such. Receiving a shake of head from him, and a quick, "Thanks," the holder nods and putters on, then poking her head out from behind a tall stack of somethings to call to the goldrider, "Mhm..." and then wipe up and old splat of juice she left behind. Is that a hint of a smile on her own lips? Never mind, as it quickly disappears when Waki asks his question, a faint snert emerging from the blonde's nose, mouth. "Ask away... Prob'ly no decent answer..." From *her*, anyway. She's not much the girly-girl. Woman. Waiting for the question - paused in her explorations - the young woman peers patiently at the tall young man. Chewing rather fastidiously in the process. With an honesty that's not common to her, Brieli admits to Wakizian and Alida both, "I think I traded off that particular chore as much as possible." Her sharp gaze flickers between the Smith, the guard stalking the perimeter armed with sandwich, and her work with a certain ease - even directing newcomers with loads of gear or goods to different parts of the stores. Flicking dark curls back over one shoulder, her amusement at the question being asked of the other young woman is likely equal to the blonde's, but she gives Waki both her full attention and a shrug, telling him, "I can try to help. I suppose it depends on what it is? But I'll warn you that all women don't think the same." Pointed glance for Stalky over there. For example. Wakizian's eyes track Alida's movements as best they can and his pose shifts from casual to uneasy; probably just the natural reaction prey to the presence of predator. The real reason for the shift may be the question he poses to both. "There's a girl-- a woman-" He corrects himself, "And I'm going to take her on a date when candidacy, or weyrlinghood, as the Sands may dictate, is over. Only-" He blushes lightly as he admits, "I've never been on a date. And she's older than I am, so I don't want to plan something stupid. So..." He glances between Stalky and the goldrider, "I figured I'd get some advice from the women I know. What do women want? From a date." A faint hint of a dark laugh rolls like a cloud out of Alida's lungs at Brieli's admission, the blonde not surprised at all, as she's already traded off some boring tasks for what many cosider more onerous; like heavy physical work. A nod at Wakizian for what the goldrider addends: all women do not indeed think the same, and soon enough the candidate is smirk-smiling a little, and shaking her braided head. "Dunno', really." Shrug. "Respect. Fun. No runner shit." Nom. Apparently 'lida could care less whether Waki's dated before or not. Pursing her lips, "I don't know that many riders do what you'd call... dating." Brieli considers Wakizian's question for a long moment, amused by either than, or the question itself - or maybe by trying to figure out who exactly the young man is talking about. It also might have something to do with the way he reacts to Alida's movements; she shakes her head a little, folding the clipboard to her chest. "Like I said, it can depend on the woman, but picnics, dinner. Trips some place nice, if you have the ability to go. Dancing, if there's a gather." She gives another shrug, then there's a short laugh for the blonde's addition. Straight-faced, "That helps." No shit. Yes. "No runner shit?" Wakizian's reaction to this bit of advice is genuine concern. Just what kind of date was he dreaming up? His brows knit as he works through the words offered by the women. "Uh. Weyrwoman Brieli-- what do riders do instead of dating? 'Cause she is a rider, and I don't want her to think of me as just-- some dumb crafter." He chews his lower lip, looking a bit like a lost puppy as eyes flit from woman to woman. "Picnics, trips, dancing." He repeats. "Trips where? I've-- never really been outside of the Weyr except to go to the crafthall, and I don't think she'd be interested in going there on a date." A faint twinkle of tsavorite green eyes perhaps indicates that Alida finds Brieli's laugh something rarer and interesting to hear, see, the woman then rolling a shoulder at what the other femme considers fun on a date. To the goldrider's short comment comes her own easy riposte, "Guys who pull crap on a date 'r gits. Y'know...like trying t'cop a feel, 'r make a gal feel bad 'cause they got blue balls." The sudden look of dark promise on 'lida's face, in her eyes, bodes badly for any being that tries to pull that shit with her. Back to ingesting more sandwich goes her mouth, greens flicking all around now and again, but always returning to the candidate and rider duo out beyond her. For once, she's kind-of interested. Comment to Waki: "Somewhere new and interesting, or someplace she's very fond of, and doesn't get ta' visit enough." With a bit of a cough, Brieli considers her words for a time, Wakizian for a moment after. There's a glance for Alida's explanation, and she shifts her clipboard a touch... uncomfortably. "Well... it depends entirely on the rider and how they've taken to weyrlife, but... some of the women you might ask out might-- well, not expect that you might be interested in something after the date. Though certainly not all, but well. Some people like having company." That's one way of putting it! The subject of places to go is safer; she seems easier with it, nodding as she notes, "Ista's always nice. I like Monaco, though it comes with a bit of baggage. Just around here, there's the Snowasis. Not exciting, but it's as nice as you're about to get." Wakizian's head swivels from Alida's advice about not making moves too fast, to Brieli's sentiments about what rider women might expect to follow a date. His eyes widen, "C-c-company?" He stammers, "Oh shells." His cheeks are suddenly red and it's entirely transparent that not only has he never been on a date, but he's certainly never been anyone's company before. "Maybe I should call it off. Have some practice dates first. You know. With girls that don't maybe have a hope of liking me." A glance slides towards Alida, and then immediately away. She might be too dangerous an option to fill those shoes! That cough from Brieli receives instant focus from Alida, her eyes already working to try and burrow out what might have incited it...aside from the obvious. Discomfort...mhm. A faint lift of brow and a slight lean in towards the other woman indicate more interest in what she speaks of, though the alertness in her greens fades some when the Snowasis is mentioned. Thoughts of Ista's balmy, sunny climate almost immediately have the often sober young woman canting a bit of a dreamy half-smile to nobody in particular. And then Wakizian's stammering, and 'lida finds herself unable to keep from quipping, "Nicky?" at him. Immediately, she scrunches up her nose, shakes her pale head... and silent thwaps herself for that uncharitable moment, the guard quickly factoring in a low, "Ain't gonna help ya' get over it if you cop out." A slightly irritated look forms instantly at something, and the blonde murmurs quite firmly to Waki, "And don't call femmes who've earned the distinction uv' being mature women 'girls.' It's insulting." As for that quick look from the other candidate: it receives a faint bristle and a purely visual admonishment to look elsewhere. Somewhere between entertained and apologetic, Brieli does tell Wakizian quickly, "As I said, it depends on the person. I really can't give you specifics. And call it off?" The goldrider frowns, fine brows brought together. "Then she'll think you don't like her, I'd guess. But..." She shrugs a touch, stifling a laugh at Alida's quip - though dark eyes do brighten. "If you don't have the... courage to follow through, I suppose that's understandable. I'd think that if you can stand in front of several fast-moving dragons intent on eating immediately, you could at least brave some time alone with a woman. Who, yes... you may want to call a 'woman'." A nod the blonde's way, with an odd little sidelong glance - how'd they end up as the authority on females? Dude's gone to the wrong women. There are few emotions that can thoroughly throw aside embarrassment as well as anger. Embarrassment vanishes the instant Alida makes her quip. Wakizian's body tenses, fingers curling into fists, and his eyes narrow to a glare. The dark look he gives the other candidate then is anything but forgiving. The look directed to Brieli for the stifled laugh is less fierce, though likely mostly due to awareness of just who she is. This is not the anger of a boy, but that of a cool and collected man. "Thank you, ladies. This has been enlightening. If you'll excuse me, I have kinder 'snakes to deal with in the walls." His long stride is purposeful, down to the aisle Brieli initially directed him to in order to snatch up a new satchel, and then he's off. Let it never be said that Wakizian didn't put bros before... well, women. A firm nod from Alida silently seconds Brieli's words of NOT calling it off, the blonde taking another bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully as she listens. Word of Waki's stance in front of eating dragons pulls a faint and smirky half-smile of some approval from her, the expression fading instantly as Brieli offers that sidelong glance. Huh? Oh wait... Ohhh. After a couple seconds of cluelessness, Alida casts another hint of her smirk at the other woman, and rolls her eyes ceilingward for a moment to share in the humor at this unlikely occurance. Wrong women...and yet so very right, in their own way. And then Waki's giving her - both of the women - that look, and instantly Alida becomes defensive, all her porcupine quills bristling in her sudden stiff posture and in those clear green eyes as the male rounds on them. She knows exactly why he does such, but it still pisses her off. "Get rid uv' the fuckin' attitude, punk," the blonde clips off darkly. Pugnacious she is. "Nicky's fine." What? She's sticking up for him? Brieli's fine brows arch at that reaction, but she merely shrugs as Wakizian stalks off to find his snake-bag (snake-bag, hurr hurr hurr), stepping back like she needs to give him a wide berth - which she really doesn't. "You're welcome, candidate." And if that last is pointed, well. She does have a reason for it. There's a roll of dark eyes towards Alida after the Smith is gone - though if she has anything to say for the guard-slash-candidate's response, she leaves it alone in the hopes that either he won't respond... or this will become a candidate-on-candidate 'discussion'. She's just going to go back to her adding here and make sure no one dies. Unlike some candidates, Wakizian knows where not to have a fight: in the galleries, in front of the Weyrwoman, etc. Brieli's words are ignored. After all, all the Weyrwoman did was laugh and not stifle it entirely. Alida's the one who made the quip. "Yeah. Nicky is fine." He doesn't say it, but the look he gives Alida as he passes (not anywhere close to her, lest she be the clotheslining or hair pulling type!) plainly implies but you're not. And then he's really off, probably to take out his aggression on some unfortunate tunnelsnakes. If Alida wasn't so into bristling at Waki, she might spare more attention for how *Brieli* reacts. Instead, the palest-blonde simply stands erect, her sandwich forgotten in one hand, both arms akimbo as her sides. Ready. And when a physical attack doesn't come...and the verbal one does, the holder calls out low to Waki's retreating back, "Fuck YOU," then following the epithet with a flying bird of a finger to him. Her gaze goes to nothing in the air between them, and it's at this point that the young woman slowly begins working herself out of her anger, fits and starts of it seen on her features, in those green eyes. Her sandwich is a victim of emotion, the remnants of it slightly squished in her grasp, and dripping juice on the floor again as the overloaded cloth around it gives up tasty, liquid gold. After some long moments, the candidate grouses out low to herself, "Never gonna' hear the friggin' end uv this..." As for Brieli... well, she's simply shrugged at before 'lida dips down to wipe up her spill. With a blink, "Well." Brieli looks after Wakizian, bemused. "Touchy for a man who dresses up like a woman for a party," she murmurs over another shrug. And then there's Alida's reaction after to watch evenly, dispassionately - but with some little interest, and not for long. No, the goldrider has the decency to look down to her work with a business-like expression until she hears the candidate's complaining; with a glance towards the shelves, easily, "He'll get over it. Not everyone holds a grudge. A day or two, maybe say you didn't mean much by it - everything's back to normal. Some people... it's easy for them to trust. Forgive and forget." Her dark gaze flickers over to the guard with the remnants of her sandwich. Not like Alida. Likely not like the Weyrwoman either. That does it. With Brieli's pronouncement, Alida snarks loudly, then snickering right on its tail, her eyes full of dark humor that helps the residual anger fade faster as she mops up the last of her drips. "We'll see..." comes her low alto to the weyrwoman, the holder bouyed in spirit some, but sobering quickly. Reality. Indeed, she's not good on forgive and forget... at ALL. Soon enough the guard is standing again, and in one motion polishing off her remainder of sandwich, then crudely gnoshing out at Brieli, "Back t'work. Later." A small lift of hand and a faint wriggle of fingers precedes the candidate striding off towards the exit at a lazy pace. Likely she's allowing Waki to get farther ahead so they don't meet up...and she doesn't accidentally mess up his pretty face. Brieli offers a wave of her clipboard, watching after Alida thoughtfully before getting back to work herself. No rest for the wicked, literally. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Mar 2013 03:32:52 GMT.
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Ah, the sweet sound of candidate drama. And Brieli got a front row seat. Hurray~
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