Logs:Lucky To Be Here
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| RL Date: 23 May, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, Meka |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Brieli and Meka work in the kitchens and discuss swapped chores and the possible future. |
| Where: Kitchens, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 11, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Jak/Mentions |
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| Post-lunch, there's a bit of a lull in the kitchen activity - after the lunch cleanup is done and there's only a crew on dinner prep, to be joined by cooks and more later. As such, there's fewer people, but still a lot to do... the worst or most mind-numbing of which are usually left for the candidates. Brieli's been put to the task of sweeping up, which isn't that bad, all things considered. That could account for the tall brunette's good mood; she's humming quietly as she sweeps, dark gaze flickering over to the prep crew as she listens in now and again. "I gutted plenty of fish at home," Meka can be heard answering a boy beside her, "but never in my life thought someone would attempt to save the /scales/." Her nose crinkles in distaste as the boy laughs, wriggling a scaly-hand at her. "Gross!" Shuddering, Meka turns and spies Brieli and her broom. "Hey! Mind coming over here? He's made a /mess/ at our feet.." Brieli gives the boy with the fish-hands the side-eye for messing with her floor - and looking none too pleased to be called over due to his actions, she makes her way over, holding the broom handle like a club. "I'd just swept up over here," she points out, put-upon. Looking over at Meka, she rolls her eyes and just shakes her head sadly. Boys. "Why do you think the scales off the fish are any more gross than the scales on the fish?" "When you go flinging them around and spreading the fish-smell on to my hair I really can't help but be put upon," Meka answers Brieli, glowering at the boy. "It seems Jak here doesn't quite understand that." Jak, for his part, is doubled over in laughter. Sighing, Meka goes to help Brieli sweep up the mess by bending down and scooping the offending clumps of fish-ness into a pan beside her. "Sorry about bossing you around," she finally shares, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to demand you help me." If the fish can get swept up, perhaps fish-boy can get swept away - Brieli tries her level best, poking the kid with the fishy broom around the feet and ankles until he clears out, since wielding a big stick threateningly failed to scare him off. "If you're set on making more work, make it somewhere else," she calls after him, turning back to find Meka already scooping up fish. Trying to help with the broom, "You didn't order me to come over, you asked. If I didn't want to, I would have said so. And like I said, I just cleaned this floor. I'm not going to have scales tracked everywhere so I get told to do it again." With a wrinkle of her nose, she reassures, "It's no worry." "Of all the things to assign me, I don't know why today had to be gutting fish. I thought I could at least get a break from the smell of that for a time," Meka shares, rising once the majority of the scales have been collected. She brushes her grimey hands on a rag on the counter and sighs. "Next it'll be salting. Or smoking. Or who-knows-what." She shakes her head and glances around, thinking. "Do we get a break soon?" Airily, "You should have traded. I trade my stable mucking with Azaylia so she can spend more time with her animals. I don't like those llamas, you know. I think they have something against me." Brieli finishes with her sweeping, bending to pick up the pan and empty it into the trash. That done, she leans the broom against the wall, finding a towel to clean her own hands, even though it doesn't look like she's touched fish. Better safe than scaly. "If you want to, I think now is as good a time as any. It won't get busy for another hour or so." "Oh, okay," Meka replies, looking around. "Now would be good. It's rather exhausting, this candidate work," is admitted as she moves over to a table in the corner of the kitchen to sit in. "I know some just ignore their chores, but that feels wrong." Sigh. "I hadn't really thought of swapping chores... do they allow that?" "Do you need something to drink? I haven't had lunch yet - I'm going to see what I can dig up." Letting the other candidate go off to the table, Brieli makes her way around the kitchens with the speed of someone now familiar with where things go and where there might be leftovers; when she comes over to sit with Meka, it's with a plate of rolls, meat and cheese, and a couple of mugs. "I find it better than sewing all day, to be honest," she says as she drops into her seat. "And I don't know what people who ignore their chores do with themselves all day." A pause, as she holds a roll in hand. "I never thought to ask if we were allowed. I just figured if the work got done, no one would really know the difference." She's not too bothered by the idea that they might not be. Meka nods as she settles her hands in front of her. She's too polite to dig in to the food in front of her, but she does reach for one of the mugs. "Thank you for getting me something to drink." She shrugs, looking thoughtful. "Y'know, I don't rightly know what to make of any of it. It's all surreal still. One moment I'm falling on my butt, the next I'm a candidate, sending letters to my parents that I wasn't likely to come home for a while." She takes a sip, considers the woodwork of the table, then looks up. "It's rather odd, spending so much time with so many people you don't know. And the ones that snore.. or cry.. or talk too much. Can't help but be a bit overwhelmed by it all." Brieli doesn't worry about digging right in, tearing into her roll and making herself a little sandwich. After a sip from her mug, she tilts her head to look at Meka consideringly. "Are you sure you're up for it, then?" she asks, expression sobering a touch. "I sill have moments where I reconsider because... Well, not because of what I've heard from riders - but it's not a simple thing, is it? There's so many issues." She takes a big bite of her sandwich, finishing it before, "Did you have your own room or own space before?" "I lived in my parents rooms and they aren't home a lot," Meka shares, shrugging as she finally reaches out for a bit of cheese to nibble. "I worked with the Harper a lot these last few turns. So.. I haven't really had to do much manual labor. It's an interesting shift." She looks at her recently callused hands and smiles, "It's a good thing I don't need soft hands to sing." She pauses, considering her next, before adding: "I think it'd be fair wonderous to have a dragon. How could I walk away from that chance? Just to try.. it's a wonderful gift. I feel lucky to be here." A little surprised, "You didn't have to do much work? Really?" Brieli munches on her sandwich thoughtfully, noting after, "I think I'd like to have a good voice, then. To have the time to only sing might be nice, rather than working or sewing. It's not terribly exciting." With a slight smile, almost wistful, "Apparently, it's not all it's made out to be, having a dragon, being a rider. A lot of baggage can come with it, and it can be difficult, it sounds like. It's just not an easy choice. I suppose some have it made for them once they get on the sands, but I'm hoping I'll have fully decided." Meka nods her head and finishes her mug of water. "I got lucky that my voice and my talents with the Harper were better used. It wasn't going to stay that way forever, though. I'm happy to be here trying for a different life." She smiles and looks to the door. "I'd best go and wash up before class later. Thank you for helping me earlier.. and hopefully we can talk again soon." With that, Meka turns and heads out the door without another glance back. |
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