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 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.
+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.
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 With heavy rains outside, the stores room finds one tall, black leathered bluerider in the middle of stocking up on a few things. There's a little bronze firelizard settled on top of a stack of boxes, watching Jo as she rummages through a basket of writing supplies that she's stuffing inside of her jacket - mainly writing utensils and the like. She's not alone; Pracor, one of the candidates from Crom is leaned up against those stacks of boxes that the firelizard is perched on, seeming to be going on and on about something to the convict rider. "...and they're saying those eggs are going to crack any mo', now," he probably could be heard saying, affecting a carefully bored tone as his meaty arms fold across a broad chest for his age. "I'd like to not have red feet out there, so if you know the sort of thing I should be wearing before I Impress..." So sure of himself. Even Jo has to look over at him and snort before she says, "I think Dov said the same words to me before he ended up walkin' off the sands, sans dragon, darlin'." It's deadpan.
-By the amount of time Sabella spends wandering the lower caverns, you'd think she was plotting some sort of quick escape route. And perhaps she is. Her fingers trail along the shelves and the sound of voices draws her to the cavern that Jo and Pracor are hanging around in. She idles in the entrance allowing her eyes to trail from the floor to the ceiling before eventually settling her gaze onto the other candidate. It's no secret that she's not as absorbed into their little group as the rest of them seem to be. Maybe it's because she came later or maybe it's something else. Either way, it's a moment before steps through and forms a smile on her face. "Hello, Jo." Procor is given a quick look and a brief wiggle of her fingers. Hello to him too.
+By the amount of time Sabella spends wandering the lower caverns, you'd think she was plotting some sort of quick escape route. And perhaps she is. Her fingers trail along the shelves and the sound of voices draws her to the cavern that Jo and Pracor are hanging around in. She idles in the entrance allowing her eyes to trail from the floor to the ceiling before eventually settling her gaze onto the other candidate. It's no secret that she's not as absorbed into their little group as the rest of them seem to be. Maybe it's because she came later or maybe it's something else. Either way, it's a moment before steps through and forms a smile on her face. "Hello, Jo." Pracor is given a quick look and a brief wiggle of her fingers. Hello to him too.
 With Sabella arriving, whatever was on Pracor's lips die while Jo, turns at the greeting. "Oh, hey," she gives, one of her quick smiles coming to the fore as recognition dawns in her gaze. "Sabella, right? Seen ya around back home along with ''their'' lot," and she jerks a chin Pracor's way. "I see they gave ya the white knot, too. Convenient." There's a secret little smile to appear while the male candidate pushes himself up from his lean and states with a nodded greeting in Sabella's direction, "I'm a-go see if Sybile needs anything." The bluerider watches him shuffle out with those words before she's focused on Sabella once more and steps away from the basket as she comments wryly, "Gonna need to go out and put a wager on ya, girly-girl." Her teases come easy, having taken in how the young woman looks and is dressed.
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 Her eyes slip past Jo to the exit once again, "I think Sybile makes certain he has a thing for her. Whether it's completely mutual may be up for debate." Turning away from the shelf she seems to be contemplating that blouse, picking at a loose thread from the seam. "I keep an eye on Canie. But the others, well. I'm not sure that Syb really appreciates me being around and I don't find her particularly entertaining. So." Sabs smiles ruefully and folds the blouse over, tucking it under her arm. "On the sands, sure. It's the coming here that was a surprise." She leans her back into the shelves, free hand going back to grab at the wood and help her balance. "I don't know anything about dragons, honestly. Is there something that makes a person more appealing to one than another? Maybe I could provide you with information if I knew what I was looking for." Her smile turns cheeky. "A percent? I can't turn down some unknown quantity of marks, now can I? Alright."
-"Ya can keep an eye on the things that girl lifts, perhaps," Jo is easy to quip on Canie, though there's no disapproval nor admonition present in her. "Just make sure the liftin' don' land the lot of ya in trouble, hm? Even I had to learn how to keep my head down well into weyrlinghood." Then, "Ya don' like Sybile much," she now observes, that smile spreading close to a smirk. "What, ya stole a boy she fancied? Or is it that she's a bit of a brown-noser?" Even the bluerider has noticed, apparently. Turning to the matter of the sands as she dips into her pocket for something and moves over to offer it to the firelizard nearby, "To be honest, I'm not sure what it is that draws a dragon," she admits dryly while she feeds him. "They don' seem to descriminate between those like us, and those ''not'' like us. Lanvec perhaps seems to think there's a science to it, but, if there is the beasts are keepin' that secret to themselves." Stepping away to face her, leaning up against the boxes like Pracor had been, "I saw that pushin' folks outta the way didn' matter," she notes, presumably from her own hatching. "Those of us that didn' Impress either went back or stayed on here, like Dov did. He was of the opinion that ya can bully a hatchlin' into Impressin' ya. Ya saw how ''that'' turned out for him." To the last though, there's a snort and a wry, "That's if ya help me out with my wager."
+"Ya can keep an eye on the things that girl lifts, perhaps," Jo is easy to quip on Canie, though there's no disapproval nor admonition present in her. "Just make sure the liftin' don' land the lot of ya in trouble, hm? Even I had to learn how to keep my head down well into weyrlinghood." Then, "Ya don' like Sybile much," she now observes, that smile spreading close to a smirk. "What, ya stole a boy she fancied? Or is it that she's a bit of a brown-noser?" Even the bluerider has noticed, apparently. Turning to the matter of the sands as she dips into her pocket for something and moves over to offer it to the firelizard nearby, "To be honest, I'm not sure what it is that draws a dragon," she admits dryly while she feeds him. "They don' seem to discriminate between those like us, and those ''not'' like us. Lanvec perhaps seems to think there's a science to it, but, if there is the beasts are keepin' that secret to themselves." Stepping away to face her, leaning up against the boxes like Pracor had been, "I saw that pushin' folks outta the way didn' matter," she notes, presumably from her own hatching. "Those of us that didn' Impress either went back or stayed on here, like Dov did. He was of the opinion that ya can bully a hatchlin' into Impressin' ya. Ya saw how ''that'' turned out for him." To the last though, there's a snort and a wry, "That's if ya help me out with my wager."
 "Oh, she hasn't picked up anything that would get her in trouble. I think she just does it to practice and she's so cute and friendly, they don't know what to make of it anyway. Especially the guys." Sabs response is full of fondness and no sense of real worry. Whether that's wise or not, well. "Sybile? A boy that ''I'' liked?" She tips her chin back and laughs, smile turning more towards a smirk. "No, nothing like that. The other thing. I don't like over-over-achievers. You're either good at a thing or you're not, no need to drive everyone else insane around you. Not that she isn't clever and it works well enough for the others." Her green eyes track Jo as she moves about, attention shifting to the little bronze firelizard. She winces a little when the conversation turns to Dov and hatchling bullying. "Maybe there is. A science. But..." She certainly doesn't know what it is. Helpfully and with a bemused expression, "Well I can't help you out if you don't tell me what you need to know to help you tell the difference."
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 Oh, that's a real possibility? Those delicate hands of hers twitch again and her eyes light up. "If I don't impress when those eggs hatch and you're around, I am ''so'' finding you. And I am ''so'' fixing your hair up. You can't stop me. I don't care how amazing you are." Sabs might even tap her boot on the ground of the storeroom for that, as if it settles the matter. And, "...Or one?" Her smile turns to a smirk and she lifts her eyebrows. It's a totally girlish knowing look, but she doesn't press the bluerider for details. Even if she'd probably love to. She blows that piece of hair out of her face again. "That's fine and all but just because he might end up on bronze doesn't mean anything. If he had a more respectable face and looked ''less'' like a criminal he'd have a greater chance of getting into the program. And being trusted. And moving ahead quicker." Her fingers tap against her arms, "Stupid Weyr and its damn archaic rules." Then she's casting her gaze quickly to the door and back to Jo again, her smirk returning. "I'm ''better'' than her. I just have to operate differently."
-Scowling at Sabella, "Justdon' get all carried away and make me all..." and there's a circular flutter of fingers on one lifted hand, as if that was a word and not just a gesture. "I've got a rep to hold onto. If I end up with holders complimentin' me, I'm outta there." When Sabelle picked up on that dropped moment of her being flustered, there's that expected brush-off of a brazen snort and, "Ahh, such things would bore ya to tears. Wager ya probably got enough drama yerself, pretty thing like ya." On Pracor, her words on the male candidate has her smirking a bit and arching brows at her. "Ain' about the face, darlin'," she says, then. "It's how he plays his cards. There's more than one way to rise in this place, program or no. Get in with the right people" She doesn't need to finish that, for the look on her face says it all. Eyes flicking briefly towards the entrance, "Anyway. Might be, somethin' can be done about those damn archaic rules. Bet Taikrin might have somethin' up her sleeve. Might be Brieli, too. And it remains to be seen if ya are." Better than Sybile, she leaves off, but it's openly implied. "I like yer attitude, though," she notes, nodding. "Looks like yer more than a cute ass, after all. Ambition ''always'' looks good on a person."
+Scowling at Sabella, "Just...don' get all carried away and make me all..." and there's a circular flutter of fingers on one lifted hand, as if that was a word and not just a gesture. "I've got a rep to hold onto. If I end up with holders complimentin' me, I'm outta there." When Sabelle picked up on that dropped moment of her being flustered, there's that expected brush-off of a brazen snort and, "Ahh, such things would bore ya to tears. Wager ya probably got enough drama yerself, pretty thing like ya." On Pracor, her words on the male candidate has her smirking a bit and arching brows at her. "Ain' about the face, darlin'," she says, then. "It's how he plays his cards. There's more than one way to rise in this place, program or no. Get in with the right people" She doesn't need to finish that, for the look on her face says it all. Eyes flicking briefly towards the entrance, "Anyway. Might be, somethin' can be done about those damn archaic rules. Bet Taikrin might have somethin' up her sleeve. Might be Brieli, too. And it remains to be seen if ya are." Better than Sybile, she leaves off, but it's openly implied. "I like yer attitude, though," she notes, nodding. "Looks like yer more than a cute ass, after all. Ambition ''always'' looks good on a person."
 Sabs laughs brightly and shakes her head. "No, no. You won't look respectable, you've got that dark, sexy look going for you. I work with what have, I don't make up something that doesn't ''fit.''" As for her being bored to tears, she just lifts one eyebrow archly at the other woman and smirks. "Whatever you say. But ''I'' don't have any drama." However, she's so totally amused by that brush-off. Further talk of Pracor gets an indignant little sniff from the girl and she rolls her eyes up to the ceiling. Her opinion on the other candidate probably doesn't need to be stated for it to be obvious to Jo. "Hopefully. Hopefully Taikrin can hold onto it long enough to get something done for us. At least those bronzeriders seem to have backed down for now." That's something anyway. Oh, the ego. It's possible that it gets a little more puffed up when the bluerider makes her assessment, even if it doesn't include being better than her rival. She smirks and lifts one shoulder. "I try to be more than a piece of ass, yes."

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	Sabs laughs brightly and shakes her head. "No, no. You won't look respectable, you've got that dark, sexy look going for you. I work with what have, I don't make up something that doesn't ''fit.''" As for her being bored to tears, she just lifts one eyebrow archly at the other woman and smirks. "Whatever you say. But ''I'' don't have any drama." However, she's so totally amused by that brush-off. Further talk of Pracor gets an indignant little sniff from the girl and she rolls her eyes up to the ceiling. Her opinion on the other candidate probably doesn't need to be stated for it to be obvious to Jo. "Hopefully. Hopefully Taikrin can hold onto it long enough to get something done for us. At least those bronzeriders seem to have backed down for now." That's something anyway. Oh, the ego. It's possible that it gets a little more puffed up when the bluerider makes her assessment, even if it doesn't include being better than her rival. She smirks and lifts one shoulder. "I try to be more than a piece of ass, yes."		Sabs laughs brightly and shakes her head. "No, no. You won't look respectable, you've got that dark, sexy look going for you. I work with what have, I don't make up something that doesn't ''fit.''" As for her being bored to tears, she just lifts one eyebrow archly at the other woman and smirks. "Whatever you say. But ''I'' don't have any drama." However, she's so totally amused by that brush-off. Further talk of Pracor gets an indignant little sniff from the girl and she rolls her eyes up to the ceiling. Her opinion on the other candidate probably doesn't need to be stated for it to be obvious to Jo. "Hopefully. Hopefully Taikrin can hold onto it long enough to get something done for us. At least those bronzeriders seem to have backed down for now." That's something anyway. Oh, the ego. It's possible that it gets a little more puffed up when the bluerider makes her assessment, even if it doesn't include being better than her rival. She smirks and lifts one shoulder. "I try to be more than a piece of ass, yes."
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	Now it's Sabella's turn to lay on the ego boost, which Jo seems to be enjoying with her sage nod and her brisk, "Well, since ya put it ''that'' way." She seems mollified on getting her hair done now, at least. There's low laughter on the acting Weyrleader getting things done as she pushes herself to her feet and answers, "Yeah, or they've stepped back to regroup. Don' matter though. She's got us backin' her, and that includes the lot of ya, too." She turns to collect up the bronze firelizard who settles within her jacket before she turns to face her and continues, the chuckle marking that last before she states, "Might be an asset ya wanna use, too. Just sayin'." Yeah, because her counsel so far has been sound. Right. Stepping away, "Anyway, Tac calls. Need to head out of the Weyr. This helped with my report back home," she notes with an easy nod of her head. "Helped with the wager, too," she adds meaningfully.		Now it's Sabella's turn to lay on the ego boost, which Jo seems to be enjoying with her sage nod and her brisk, "Well, since ya put it ''that'' way." She seems mollified on getting her hair done now, at least. There's low laughter on the acting Weyrleader getting things done as she pushes herself to her feet and answers, "Yeah, or they've stepped back to regroup. Don' matter though. She's got us backin' her, and that includes the lot of ya, too." She turns to collect up the bronze firelizard who settles within her jacket before she turns to face her and continues, the chuckle marking that last before she states, "Might be an asset ya wanna use, too. Just sayin'." Yeah, because her counsel so far has been sound. Right. Stepping away, "Anyway, Tac calls. Need to head out of the Weyr. This helped with my report back home," she notes with an easy nod of her head. "Helped with the wager, too," she adds meaningfully.