Logs:Social or Political
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| RL Date: 21 October, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, X'vae |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: A seven after the storm, Edyis and X'vae are helpful people helping put things back together on the homefront. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Easten/Mentions, Moriyah/Mentions, Z'riah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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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 outside each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves.
Tired is probably the best description for what most people feel, though the young scribe herself seems lost in thought, staring blankly at the shelves having forgotten whatever it is she came to the storerooms for in the first place, an incredible aberration in her usual behavior. Dark circles under her eyes are probably the most telling cause. "Do you think If I curled up on the shelf with the sheets and just went to sleep anyone would notice?" More to herself than anyone else. Perhaps the Monoco transfer isn't like most people, as he looks well-rested. One could argue that maybe he hasn't been doing enough if he's able to look so chipper, but he's been seen daily lending his hands to whatever work needs to be done to put matters to rights after the storm after his regular duties with Alpine are tended to. "I think," X'vae answers, coming around the end of the shelves into view with a freshly folded sheet to place on that shelf next to Edyis, "that they'd notice only long enough to scold you for making the need for more laundry and more folding and more work on top of what they've already got." His tone is wry and sympathetic. He adds in a low, conspiratorial tone, "I suspect you wouldn't be the first, though." Squinting begins as she perhaps recognizes the voice or face, trying to get the synapses to fire. "You again" Suspicion is evident in her tone, as she squints some more, recognition setting in. "I should not be seen conversing with you. I might be accused of something again. I still have yet to discover what makes you a wrecker of parties. You could be quite dangerous." Given the squinting, and the general wobbliness of her it might be difficult to take this as a serious concern, but perhaps delivered for humor for all that it is delivered quite deadpan. "Me again," X'vae will agree quite seriously as he reaches to fiddle with the sheet he just set down, as though not content with the fold job. He lets his hands fall away from the task so he can turn toward the scribe. "Sorry?" is not an apology, but rather meant as 'come again?' He doesn't follow. "Your friend seemed quite furious with you at turnover and, accused me of being someone's wherry. Who he would not say. " She frowns slightly brows furrowing as she thinks on it more, "So naturally the conclusion I've come to is you are probably trouble." She decides, folding the sheet in hand instead of wrapping up in it as she was apparently considering. "That or people drink far too much at Turnover." X'vae's eyebrows dip and lines form lightly above the bridge of his nose; it's a thinking face. "Ah, that friend." There's enough clues there to piece some of it together. " He reaches up and knuckles the back of an eye idly. "Why would he think you were friends with her?" It sounds like he's wondering aloud more than asking. Then he looks at her again, lips a touch tighter than they were. "Sorry to have ruined your turnover." It seems genuine enough, if not a deep sort of apology. "Can I help you with that sheet?" The smile to accompany the offer is peacemaking. "I am really good at Monaco's accent?" She hazzards a light hearted, too playful guess, though the words retain that same Nabolese lilt. "I don't know, but I am very curious about the whole thing." She responds handing the other end of the sheet to him. Since he's going to make himself useful. "Granted, there does seem to be some animosity between the various Monacoans these days, but then I guess it can hardly be helped with the way things worked out." She sighs, with a half smile in return. "Mm, is she better looking than he is or something?" The sheet-folding going rather well, considering that Edyis still eyes it as if it might be quite comfortable. "Everything's political in the right context; it simply comes down to a matter of scale. Though when boiled down to that level I assume people prefer the more accurate word, social." As for the reasons behind their leaving, she shrugs. "What made you choose Reaches? If you two were just looking for an escape from Monaco, there's easily Southern or Honshu as options, both with equally nice climates." X'vae shrugs, his smile tolerant. "They're both acquired tastes that never acquired each other." But that he, evidently, acquired both of. "It's hardly the sort of thing that would level Weyrs. We're all just chromatic riders, after all. Who cares so much what we do?" His tone is wry; obviously he doesn't really believe that, but there are enough that do. "'Reaches took Savannah," the bluerider says with a shrug; what's two more Monocoans? "And I've family in Tillek. On my father's side. Better to be close to someone than no one, when you leave everyone else behind, right?" "Interesting way of putting it, however accurate." Shelving the finished sheet. I'd rethink the we are just chromatic riders part. Chromatics can cause unstable shifts just as easily as a bronze or gold." After all wasn't Iolene's murderer proof of that? Still she does seem to catch a touch of the levity in his tone, offering an apologetic smile in response. "Fair enough reasoning, in one respect, backward thinking I suppose in another. It doesn't really make the two of you any less curious." She seems to decide with a yawn, grabbing the next of the sheets to be folded, holding out the other end to X'vae expectantly. It's not exactly a peace offering, but she doesn't seem to think he is nearly as suspicious. "It was a joke," X'vae offers with a furrowed brow. "You're a serious sort, aren't you." He assesses. "And judgmental," he adds a moment later. Neither comes with a tone of insult, simply observation. "How is it backward to think 'Reaches would be more likely to take in two Monaco strays than Southern or Honshu since they already took in a full wing of us?" The bluerider reaches for the other end of the sheet. "Or to want to be near one's relatives? Take this storm, for example. If we hadn't transferred, I'd not have been as able to assist my uncle at FisherCraft in their searching. After hours, of course. Beyond the usual assistance being rendered," by the riders of the Weyr on the whole. "Do I seem that way?" She says of being judgemental, pensively considering his words, lips pressing together slightly. "I have been told I am terrible at parties." Edyis quips lightly, though she seems to choose her words carefully. "I did not mean to give offense, and family is a very good reason behind doing things. As to the rest, it depends entirely on the perspective." She decides before elaborating, "If you were to look at it from the Reaches side, having just taken on a full wing, in addition to two clutches on the sands. It might seem odd from that perspective, though from your perspective, the reasoning makes sense." The man's broad shoulders shrug. "Seems like this is the second time you've decided things without much inquiry into it first, is all." It doesn't seem to bother X'vae much and he has no comment for Edyis' presence at parties, assisting in folding the sheet in thoughtful silence. "If it makes you feel better, we did and still are proving our worth to our new home." He shrugs again as he lets the rest of the folded sheet fall into her hands to be homed on the shelves. "Speaking of, Zaz says I'm needed in the bowl. If you'll excuse me." But whether she does or not, duty calls, and the bluerider pauses only to snag up his riding jacket and accoutrements before heading out through the maze of tunnels. The young woman considers him carefully. "I haven't decided anything yet." Tucking the sheet on the shelf with a soft frown. Even as he departs she seems content to reflect upon the interaction in silence, before going about her normal duties. |
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