Logs:Short People Got No Reason To Live
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| RL Date: 27 August, 2014 |
| Who: Klohi, H'kon |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'kon and Klohi work together to solve their height proble-- no. No they don't. Not even a little bit. |
| Where: Baths, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 8, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: They got little baby legs // That stand so low // You gotta pick 'em up // Just to say hello. |
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| Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes. Though Klohi will viciously deny it with every fiber of her being, the greenrider has gotten used to certain aspects of weyrlife. It's why she's able to stand there-- naked, dripping and pissed, with only her arms crossed over her chest. The water has momentarily tamed her hair, those hanging curls completing the illusion of a furious, wet feline with her ears pinned back. And the reason for her narrowed gaze and pinched brow? High above on a shelf, well out of her reach, are the only clean towels. In an effort to bathe right after the morning rush, Klohi has doomed herself to the awkward in-between of supply and demand. Steam does its best to keep damp skin warm, but already there's a chill that summons a venomous hiss, "And where the shards are those stupid cavern workers?" H'kon has been around for a while now. He knows to fetch all supplies before entering the pools. His clothes and boots are already occupying the space he's claimed as his own nearer the exit. Soap is held in one hand, up against his belly. And the towels... by the time he's next to Klohi, the brownrider wears a heavy frown. The young woman barely gets attention from him. He stands a bit off to the side of her cursing, green eyes playing from the top of the shelving, down its empty middle shelves, to the floor, where one would hope a stool would be located. Although his low, "Hm," acknowledges that it's missing. H'kon's approach is met with a brilliant smile, dark eyes dancing as Klohi aims her charm... several inches too high. The moment her gaze actually drops to the brownrider's face, all that ditzy sparkle is gone, expression souring. "Oh." H'kon is only a few inches taller than she, which means, "Well you're useless." His proximity and the fact that she's only getting colder with every passing moment has her arms tightening around her chest. In a poor attempt to search for towels over there, her hips angle to maintain modesty. Away from H'kon. H'kon simply rolls his eyes at that comment, at that youth, and carries on looking about the place. "There is usually a stool." He's less concerned about what that greenrider might see of him, turning slowly, though certainly not making a show of himself either. "It may be in use in the laundry." He nods his chin toward that other side of the cavern. Far too quickly after his nod, "Well then go and get it. I'm getting cold and I need to fix my hair before it dries like this!" Oh, how quickly one can lose prudish tendencies when one's hair is at stake, as Klohi reaches up to test the dampness and run fingers through temporarily loose curls. Distracted, eyes looking up past lashes to inspect what locks she can, "Or just, I don't know. Climb the shelves. You look all hard and wrinkly. Like someone who wastes his time lifting heavy things just to put them back down." Unlike Klohi, who has more important things to do. H'kon's face becomes entirely disapproving before he turns it away from Klohi, and toward those shelves. "They'll be top-heavy now. And warped by the water. Haven't you noticed." It's not really a question, and there's certainly no expectation. He reaches one foot out, giving the unit a nudge. It wobbles - not a lot, but there's definitely some minute movement. When H'kon looks back to the greenrider, his features have gone flat. "I believe I will bathe now. Likely, either the stool or more towels will have been replaced by the time I've finished." H'kon is missing the important issue at hand, "But what about me?!" Klohi has ignored him for the most part, looking away from her hair only to sneer childishly at his disapproving face. "Careful, grandpa. You'll get wrinkles." A quick up-and-down, "More wrinkles." Clearly this is how one should convince someone to help them. There's a step taken, an invasion by inches, meaning to block the brownrider's path to the water. "Didn't your mom ever teach you to help a girl in need?" H'kon crosses his arms tightly now, that soap wedged into an elbow, and turns up the disapproval another notch. "You can wait equally well. I imagine you would take longer in the baths than I. Your chances will be better." And he sidesteps. Klohi calls his sidestep with another, wider step and her own arms crossed. Her response is as mature as it is articulate: "You can wait equally well. Who even talks like that?" The immature sneer fades, replaced by pursed lips and a lightly furrowed brow. "Seriously. You boy dragonriders," Yes, a 'boy' and still a wrinkly grandpa, "Have the shittiest manners. I mean, really." With an expectant lift of her brows, perhaps the greenrider intends to shame him into getting her what she wants. It's still disapproval, as it has been most of the conversation, but now... Now it has a flare of nostrils to go with it. Whatever it was H'kon was going to say, though, is cut short, not by any sense of restraint, nor by anything Klohi has done. It's by the fresh and flufffy towel that is all at once pushed into his chest by that tall, slim, and oh so naked bluerider, who is as efficient in heading toward the baths with her own towel as she was in her arrival, appropriation, and distribution of the others. Klohi is actually stunned when she has to suddenly uncross her arms to grab hold of the towel being pressed into her chest. Her head snaps, lips parting to shoot a snide comment to the tall bluerider until the teen realizes that she has what she wants. Her expression brightens suddenly, no hint of negativity as she flounces past H'kon. "No thanks to you..." It's a melodic jab, and the closest thing to gratitude that is offered to the long-gone bluerider. Klohi is walking away with a smug swagger in her step, until-- "Oh..! My hair!" She picks up the pace, her beauty-emergency guaranteeing H'kon a (much earned) Klohi-free bath. |
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Ghena (18:33, 27 August 2014 (EDT)) said...
Haha - Short people. This was fun to read.
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