Logs:Interrogation?
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| RL Date: 25 February, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Schuyler, L'sha, Rafevan, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Kitchen Interrogation |
| Where: Kitchens, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to edit/add/remove/change anything I may have missed. This started out as an experimental scene and sort of snowballed out of control. |
>---< Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr(#267RJs) >----------------------------------<
Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths
gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost
always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its
denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample
space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry
and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a
day-to-day basis.
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:
swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner
caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food
service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and
benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Edyis F 19 5'4" athletic, brown hair, brown eyes 0s
Schuyler M 195'11" Muscular, Black hair, Blue eyes 5s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Living Cavern Inner Caverns Storerooms
>------------------------------------------< 9D 2M 37T I10, winter night >---< Schuyler is at one of the sinks scubbing off his hands. An apron, covered in...something, is removed carefully and tossed into a bin underneath. He heads over to the pot of klah and gives it a long stir before filling up a mug with the hot tasty liquid. He wraps his hands around the warm mug and blows the steam away before taking a sip. Edyis is here, having laid near permanent stake at her favorite table. Notebook open and scratching away line after regimented line of neat, flowing script, before flipping back to a few earlier pages to review the notes there. "More precisely then, it was an inevitable conclusion." She murmurs aloud, not realizing that her internal bantering has become suddenly external. Schuyler takes his mug over to Edyis's table and takes a seat. "What are you working on there?" he asks with his usual flair of cheerful smiles. He sets the mug down and leans forward to look, nosey as ever. Dark brown eyes shift upward from the notes on the page to the face now sitting at her table. "Just observations." She explains hesitantly, her bandage wrapped hand reaching for her mug. "I have a decent memory for most things, but when I started working in the records room I began writing everything down. Sometimes I will go back and read through, finding things that are obvious to me now but weren't at the time they happened. It helps me to see things from different perspectives, to see people from different perspectives. Or occasionally pick up on something that I had missed before." Schuyler shifts to get a better look. "Like what? Can you give me an example?" he raises curious eyes to meet hers and offers another bright smile. He grabs his mug closer and tries to read over her shoulder. Edyis must have anticipated the curiosity, because the page is flipped to a blank one obscuring any information he might have gleaned. She reaches into her bag to pull out a small leather case, opening it to remove a penknife to sharpen her pencil. "Well, let us take a look at you for example." She states shaving off enough of the wood to have a sharp fresh point, before sticking the knife back into its case with her other tools. The stick starts moving, shapes curling over the page. "I know that you have lived at High Reaches for most of your life, you are a baker and stay in the craft dorms." She explains as the shapes begin to converge. "You are an incorrigible flirt, and seem to express an interest in females, but not that I have observed, males." She tilts her head studying the progress as the sketch takes a rough shape and resemblance to the boy. "How am I doing so far?" Schuyler sits back as she anylizes him. There's a smirk on his face as he sips his klah. "Nothing most people don't know, but I'm interested to hear what other details you seem to have scrounged up on me." his eyes bore into her. "Because that is all I have cared to observe." She states simply working until satisfied with the sketches resemblance, and then pulling a dark fountain pen from her bag, dating the corner of the page. "So, let us talk about the things that aren't so easily observed? Were you fostered or did your parents raise you, and if they did, were they riders or workers in the caverns?" Edyis scratches away adding the lines to the page. "So tell me about them? What color dragons do they ride, do you want to be like them or do you favor your foster folks, and if you do what are they like?" She murmurs lifting her mug as the pen stops scratching, after another sip the ink starts to work into the drawing, defining and sharpening it as she waits for his answers. Schuyler scratches his chin a bit, thinking. "My dad is a brownrider. Mum is a green. I'm the result of a flight..." he pauses to think again. "My foster parents both work down with the herdbeasts...but from when I was pretty young I liked to cook...mix things up and see what tasted good..." he thinks on her question again. "Is that what you're looking for?" Edyis nods quietly, pen scratching away as he fills in the details. "And is cooking what you want to do for the rest of your life? Do you have any dreams beyond being stuck in this weyr, do you secretly yearn for a life of adventure?" It sounds like an advertisement for a play, and from the smile that plays on Edyis's lips, she knows it. L'sha pokes his head into the kitchens for a quick look, then sees a familiar face and saunters further in, grinning. "Edyis, hi, sweetie! Just thought I'd pop in and grab a late-night snack before I turned in. How are you doing this evening?" His eyes catch Schuyler and give him a thorough looking-over. "And who's your friend?" Schuyler sips his klah as he contemplates his answer. "I've always liked to cook and bake...but I suppose adventure isn't a bad thing." he smirks at that. A grin is given to L'sha when he comes over and he offers out a hand, "Schuyler, you can call me Sky though." he grins at the rider. Edyis smiles, at the greenrider. "Sky this is L'sha, he's one of the people who I stood with when I first came to reaches, impressed to Green Rillaeth, whom you should never call Rilly. He's Avalanche Wing." As though reading a line of facts off one of those pages. L'sha takes Schuyler's hand and shakes it firmly in a warm, if a bit rough handshake. Turns of riding have toughened his hands some. "Well met, Sky. I like that name, Sky. My favorite place. I'm..." He pauses as Edyis gives his introduction, eyes widening in terror when she says a nickname for Rillaeth. "Shhh, she'll hear you!" He glances over his shoulder out toward the bowl. Hearing no angry shrieks, he pulls up a chair and sits with the pair. "Anyway, that's me in a nutshell!" He leans forward, rapt, to hear the rest of Sky's story. Schuyler nods as he shakes L'sha's hand, half standing in greeting, a smile passes his lips at the comment about his name. "Rider life suits you then, huh?" he grins as he sits back down. "Alright Edyis, what else you wanna know?" he crosses an ankle over a knee after swiping his mug from the table. Edyis smirks, "Isn't about what I want to know, you wanted to know about the things I observe. So this is more a demonstration." The pen taps against the paper as she considers, glancing over to L'sha thoughtfully. "Are you girls only? Or do you walk on a broader path." Her lips twitch almost betraying a smile. "She will only hear in here if she is listening in on you L'sha." The girl teases playfully. L'sha straightens up a bit pridefully, smiling. "Oh yes, it suits me perfectly. I'm like you, parents are riders, but dad rode green and mom rode blue. Kinda the reverse of the usual situation." He grins, then glances at Edyis as she asks her next question. His attention is then quickly focused back on Schuyler for his answer. Schuyler smirks right back. "If it's about your observational skills then why aren't you telling /me/ the answers?" he teases, his lips twitching. "I've no problem with the fluidity of attraction that happens at the weyrs...but I personally have a thing for breasts...so...boys don't, uh, do it for me." a smirk to L'sha, "Sorry." Edyis didn't really write down likes breasts did she? It's hard to tell unless your staring at the page. "You'd have to be worth observing for that." It's almost a challenge, but there is no malice in it, nor in the curve of her smile. "Figured that was the case: How do you feel about the healer who refused a goldrider a mercy draught after her dragon betweened?" Trying for something more pertinent to recent events. L'sha's face falls, hopes dashed, then he shrugs. "Oh well." He smiles cheerily at Sky. "That's okay, I understand. You're a baker, though, right? Could I...bother you for something to nibble on while I listen to your fascinating story?" He winces a bit as Edyis asks about a touchy subject. Schuyler smirks at L'sha and then breaks into a huge smile. "What are you in the mood for? I can grab you some of the usual...or if you're feeling more adventurous I have some of my own recipes I'm looking to try out on folks?" he offers with a helpful note before looking back to Edyis. "I guess I'm not really sure. I mean, I've heard what it's like...but, I can't imagine ever wanting to end things, you know?" he frowns a bit in thought. Edyis says, "Why are you pouting L'sha, don't you have a weyrmate?" Edyis chuckles complete with arched dark brows. "He isn't a half bad cook, aren't you discussing the possibility of an event with the Weyrwoman?" She muses, the pen scratching away. "So do you think the healer was right to withdraw her right to choose because she was a known Fellis addict? Or did it even matter since the final result was still the same?" She seems genuinely curious now." L'sha grins back at Sky. "Oh, any old thing will do, really. Surprise me." He smirks at Edyis. "Well, not really, but I don't have much trouble finding someone to warm my bed." He glances back at Sky to hear the baker's response. Schuyler frowns. "Well, no, not because of that...but...I don't think anyone should make that choice..." he seems a bit confused by the thought. Instead of trying to answer more though he steps away for a few minutes to gather a plate of food. When he returns there's a vertiatble feast of varying types of foods. "We're going to have a bake off. Trying to find good recipies that don't use wheat flour." he nods to the plate. "Everything on there qualifies." he grins. <OOC> Schuyler says, "*veritable" Edyis eyes the assortment belly rumbling. "Has a date been set for it yet?" The cook off she must mean even as she taps the pen against the page leaving tiny splatters in the margins. "Ok, so let's try this one. What is your idea of perfect happiness?" L'sha blinks in surprise at the amount of food presented, then furrows his brow. "They 'don't' use wheat flour? Is there a shortage?" He picks up a cookie that looks to have various chopped fruits and nuts in it and takes a small bite. "Mmm, yummy!" He makes great big appreciative blue eyes at Sky, as if he's found a new favorite thing. Schuyler chuckles a bit at their reaction to the food, snagging a morsel for himself. "No date yet, but we're pinning it down soon." to L'sha, "Yeah, a major one." he nods then contemplates Edyis's question. "Ah...that's a bit philosophical don't you think?" he contemplates while he chews. "Well...a mug of klah...good food, good company...a sweet girl to come home too...I'm pretty simple. Maybe warmer weather?" he shrugs. Edyis laughs, "Philosophical questions can be informative. How about the thing you hate most about yourself?" She muses eyeing that plate as though contemplating snagging something from it. "I look forward to it though, good food is always pleasurable." L'sha noms more of the cookie as he listens to Edyis's interview with Sky. "Sheesh, girl, you're giving him the third degree! What's this all for, anyway?" He surreptitiously slides the plate a bit closer to Edyis. Evil. Schuyler purses his lips. "I don't always know when people want to be left alone. I never want to be alone...so I can't read it in other people." he shrugs. "It occasionally ends poorly." is all he'll say on that. "Well. I'm hoping it's good anyways." Edyis grins evily back at L'sha. "It's a lesson in be careful what you ask." Smiling at Sky as she pulls something from the plate to nibble at, that ink pen scratching away. "What trait do you most hate to see in other people, besides nosiness." L'sha awws at Schuyler's answer and leans over, reaching to give the baker a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He smirks back at Edyis, then nods at Sky. "Yes, it's delicious!" He snags a bubbly muffin from the plate. Schuyler chuckles at Edyis. "I have no problem with nosey." he winks at her. "But I do hate people who are mean to other people. Don't get why anyone ever has to be like that." he shrugs and beams at the compliments. "You know where to find me...any time you're looking for a treat." he nods to the plate. "I'm always looking for people to try my recipes." Edyis mms, as her pen stops. The ink is blown dry, the pen capped. Dark eyes lift to study the baker thoughtfully as she closes the notebook and the leather pen case. The items are tucked away in favor of trying the cookies. As for her? She falls quiet thinking. L'sha nods at Sky and says, "Yeah, I hate mean people too." Or he would, if his mouth weren't full of muffin. What comes out instead is a muffled jumble and a few crumbs. Didn't anyone teach this boy table manners? Schuyler twists the plate to show the other side to L'sha. "Those are savory. But I bet you'll like them too." he suggests before looking back at Edyis. "So, am I interesting enough or am I just a boring kitchen boy to you?" he teases. Edyis tilts her head at the question, "You are you. You are for the most part normal." She furrows her brow thinking on how to explain. "I don't know about boring but what usually interests me are the things about people that aren't normal. The layers to a person you have to work through to figure out exactly who they are and what they are about, why they think in the way they do. Me for example?" She comments, pulling apart something distinctly nutty looking. "Some of the greatest things I've achieved are also my greatest failures. What about you?" L'sha samples some of the savory baked goods, which indeed he enjoys just as much. Remembering his manners this time, he swallows the bite before speaking. "Well, I have to head back to my weyr now, early morning tomorrow. Night, Edyis! Nice to meet you, Sky, thanks so much for the snacks!" He steals another cookie for the road and wiggles his fingers at the baker as he heads out to the bowl. Schuyler grins at L'sha, "Nice to meet you." he calls after the rider. He turns back to Edyis. "Well, that's certainly true. Quite a few of my recipes came from failed attempts at something else." he ponders for a moment. "Though I don't think that's really what you meant..." Edyis watches L'sha depart thoughtfully, with a sigh, the notebook flipping back open, as she studies the pages. "No, unfortunately nothing so simple." She doesn't seem to volunteer more on the topic either. "Surely your recipes aren't the only thing you are proud of though? Or do I have you pegged right in that you are very much a what you see is what you get sort of person." Schuyler shrugs. "I'm pretty proud of my recipes. They're my craft, you know?" he sips at his klah again. "I am a what you see is what you get kind of person though really. I think secrets are stupid."
There's a tray of food on their table and Schuyler reaches for another morsel. "Oh yeah? Who would that be?" he munches. "I just don't see where lying or hiding the truth from people has ever paid off for anyone in the end. There might well still be snow melting off R'hin's jacket and hair as he strides in from the living caverns, whistling. It seems an old habit that he slides over to one of the cooks, leaning in to flirt shamelessly for her in return for a fresher bowl of stew -- but it seems a tried and true habit -- since he walks away with a steaming bowl, heading towards one of the tables. It's by no coincidence that he selects the table Edyis and Schuyler are at, sitting down without so much as an invitation, with a big, heavy huff of breath. Late and dirty, Rafevan hasn't bothered to clean up from the day's smithing apparently. That's probably why he chooses the kitchens over the leftovers in the living cavern, wandering through to collect his own dinner from what's left out around there. He's only a step or two behind R'hin, apparently, in making his way to Edyis and Schuyler's table, though Rafe's errand there is perhaps more obvious: "What are those?" He's eyeing their tray. "Mm, pair of riders, come to mind particularly. V'ros and A'rist, though I wouldn't mention my name around V'ros." Edyis smirks. It is when she spots the bronze rider, then in turn the smith that she gently tucks the notebook into her bag. "I would tell you, you look terrible but you probably know that already, so instead I will ask you if you found the crate on your ledge. In the hope that it will put you in a better mood." Aimed at R'hin, before Rafe's question is treated with a smile. Schuyler smiles a greeting to the two men as they arrive. The latter getting an even broader smile as he inquires about the food on the table. "All my own recipes. Trying some things out as I get ready for the baking competition I'm organizing. Please, try some." he pushes the plate in the smith's direction. "You too, sir." he nods to the rider. "I look terrible?" R'hin's hand lifts, a hand pressed against his chest, staring at Edyis in blank disbelief for a moment. Leaning closer towards Rafevan (because he just happens to be nearer): "Can you believe the nerve of this young girl? Honestly," and yet there's amusement in pale gaze that belies the words, doubly so when he gives a low-throated chuckle. "Well, I suppose you can be forgiven for the crate. This time. Oh, please," to Schuyler, with a sudden grimace, "R'hin, not sir." He's eyeing the tray thoughtfully, then his bowl, "I would, but that would terribly offend Tessi, who slaved to make this food just for me." He's possibly exaggerating, but he does take a mouthful of the stew rather than going for the contents of the tray, even if eyes kind of drift in that location. Very delicately, Rafevan reaches out to take a sample, careful not to touch anything else. At least his hands are mostly clean, even if there's no shortage of soot smudges elsewhere on him. His bite is equally careful for the untried meal, considering it rather than immediately offering his opinion to Schuyler. Instead, after a moment of studying R'hin, Rafe notes, "That seems excessive, sir," and yes, that title is deliberate, testing, accompanied by the smith's own half-smile. "Unless you're proposing to eat the entire pot yourself?" Edyis props her chin in her hand studying the bronzerider with a smirk for all his dramatics, perhaps quite used to them. She mostly just falls quiet, observing the lot of them amused. Schuyler chuckles at the smith. "I like this guy." he comments to Edyis. Back to R'hin. "I promise Tessi won't mind." he turns the tray. "/She/ is particularly fond of that one." he winks. "Well, I have your name. I'm Schuyler. Sky to my friends or..." he glances at Edyis. "Would be friends at least." a broad smile is turned back to the rider. "I'm willing to take that on. I could maybe convince her to let you help, too?" R'hin says, with a considering look at Rafevan, as if assessing the smith's eating ability. "If you think you could keep up?" A beat, "And you stop with the sir, too." A finger stabs in Edyis' direction, all accusing, "Why are they all sir'ing me?" Because clearly it's her fault, somehow. "You been telling tales?" he glances towards Schuyler, with a furrow of brow. "Oh, she will. She'll hold it against me for at least a Turn. Maybe less with some bribery. "Schuyler, huh?" He, at least, doesn't seem to immediately assume a friendship, though his expression might suggest he's considering it in light of what's on the tray. Instead, he takes another mouthful of stew. "Mm. I'm not sure I'm worthy, really," Rafevan says, glancing from R'hin to the stew to its maker Tessi. He sticks with what he's foraged for himself so far, nibbling on it. "Rafevan," he tells Schuyler then, with a half-quirked smirk for the other young man. "Is this guy. And I do live to entertain so." "Would you prefer they all call you grandsire?" Her dark eyes glittering with amusement, as she lifts the mug of Klah to her lips with the bandaged hand. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you look respectable and they haven't learned that appearances are deceiving?" Edyis tilts her head studying Rafevan again, before giving in to curiosity with a sigh. "I will probably regret asking, but what were you working on that has almost every inch of you covered in soot?" Schuyler chuckles. "Suit yourself. They're there if you want anything. I am going to refresh my klah, be right back...anyone want some while I'm up?" he asks, pushing away from the table. R'hin's chuckling under his breath at Rafevan's response, though he doesn't make an special effort to convince the smith otherwise, other than to say, "You never know when you need a willing cook just to make you an out-of-hours meal," as if it were a life lesson. He grunts at Edyis' retort, far-too-seriously: "I'll take that box you're stashing under my bed and scatter it to the 'Reaches winds if you persist with that." He gives a faint snort, then turns to side-eye the smith curiously, while he eats, shaking his head at the baker's question. Rafevan, busying himself with his own meal, waves off Schuyler's request; he's fine for the time being. As to the question put to himself? "Apprentices," he says, with the quiet despair of those who teach. Nevermind his knot; he's a senior apprentice. It's very different. Doesn't have anything to say to that threat. Her attention shifts completely to the smith instead, frowning sympathetically. "I can only imagine how much more difficult it is to teach them when you are dealing with combustible materials. I am amazed you still have your eyebrows if you get stuck teaching." Schuyler refills his mug and comes back to the table. "You're hiding boxes under rider's beds?" he asks Edyis with a raised eyebrow. "Clearly secrets are your thing." he teases her. "Are they punishing you for being smarter than them? Or are they just bad?" R'hin wonders not-so-casually of Rafevan, chuckling under his breath in between mouthfuls of food. His gaze flickers to Schuyler, briefly, but he keeps quiet on that front. "Punishing me for being smarter than they would require a level of self-awareness that I don't think twelve-year-olds are capable of," Rafevan drawls an answer as he settles down in a spare chair at the table; apparently he plans to stay now. "At least based on my turns of research and personally acquired anecdotes. In the meantime... well. I haven't tipped anyone into the furnace yet," he informs them, so serious he can only be joking. "I don't keep anything under riders' beds." Primly spoken, around her mug. "It's a shame, I'm sure there are a few that would learn quite quickly from being tipped into the furnace." The faintest hint of a smile, to suggest she is likely to be joking as well. Schuyler is skeptical of Edyis's claim of not keeping boxes under rider's beds as the rider just made a threat she seems to have responded to but he shrugs and slips back into the seat at the table, sipping at his klah. "You never know. I've met some savvy twelve year-olds. I mean, not lately, but occasionally." R'hin's musing in between waves of his fork while he eats. "Mm. Big enough for that, is it? The furnace?" That he's interested in, because you never know. Finishing off his food, he pushes to his feet, leaning to steal one of those pastries, with a "Don't tell Tessi," request for silence, before he whistles and heads for the inner caverns. But Rafevan just smiles in answer to R'hin's question, the smug little gesture that they might be on to something together. "Good evening," he tells the rider as he prepares to leave; no tattling to Tessi on this front. Edyis is the picture of silence on the topic of beds. "Maybe you could try bribing them with some of these?" Snagging a pastry, and ignoring the rider's departure. "Though sugar and twelve turn olds doesn't always seem to be the best mixture. What were you teaching them today?" "I'll take that under advisement," says Rafevan to Edyis, in a tone that says he's going to do no such thing. He will, however, have another pastry for himself. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go get a bath now. Have a good evening--these are excellent, hy the way. Good luck with your contest," he tells Schuyler as he drops off his plates and then disappears as well. |
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