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| who = Jadzia, Lycinea
| where = Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Candidate Jadzia is just trying to do her work (and drink her booze); Lycinea is a pain in the ass. Nothing new, but still fun.
| when = Day 6, month 4, turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.07.15
| quote = ...and ''if'' Lya just so happens to bump ''that'' drink into the wash water as well, ''well''.
| weather =
| categories = 
| mentions = Gamil, Vesra
| ooc = Back-dated.
| icons = jadzia yell.png, lycinea baiting.jpg
| log = '''Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr

''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.
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The kitchen is basically Jadzia's least favorite place to have chores ever. There are some chores in here that she hates a little bit less than others, but today she has her absolute least favorite of all: washing dishes. And she's not doing it quietly. While the blonde candidate will avoid ''breaking'' anything, she won't avoid swearing at the food she has to scrape off of various things. And if she's had to steal a drink here and there to deal with the grossness? Well, that just can't be helped!

"Ew, gross!" It might seem at first that Lycinea is being sympathetic to the older blonde as she settles a large pan and various utensils on the 'to be washed' pile, except the wrinkled-nosed look is not at the dishes, but rather at Jadzia. And ''oops''! Did she just ''carelessly'' knock the candidate's drink into the dirty dish water? How ''clumsy'' of her.

It takes Jadzia a second to realize what's happened because she turns her attention to Lycinea and those words, brows furrowed indignantly. Which is only bound to get worse when she ''does'' realize that her drink is gone. "''Fuck''," she growls, suddenly reaching into the water like she might, just maybe, be able to save it. Except she can't. "Shard it! Watch what you're doing!"

"Sorry!" Lycinea's contrite expression is entirely believable. It's probably because she gets a lot of practice. But there's nothing more than that as she returns to her duties. But if Jadzia ends up with another drink by the time that she has to return with another load of dishes, and ''if'' Lya just so happens to bump ''that'' drink into the wash water as well, ''well''. "Oops!"

This time Jadzia isn't quite so slow on the uptake. She's not fast enough to ''catch'' the glass, but she is fast enough to drop what she's doing and get all up in Lycinea's face, reaching up to grab for her shirt and trying to shove her back against the nearest counter. "What the ''fuck'' are you doing?"

Lycinea is fast, but not fast enough. It's not that she's battle-ready or anything, but being the black sheep of the kitchens means being on the receiving end of the blunt back of a wooden spoon when she's been especially vexing, so evasion is an important skill to hone. She grunts as the edge of the counter pushes into her back. "I thought you were done with it." Clearly not. She doesn't look scared, which means she's either brave or stupid. Or thinking clearly. "You should let me go before they kick you out of candidacy." The smile she flashes now has dimples. Annoying dimples.

"I could do a lot worse to you before they get that far," threatens Jadzia. She probably means immediately. You know, before anyone would be able to stop her. "Leave my shit alone, you dumb little bitch." This harsh comment is punctuated by another shove before the candidate is moving away to go back to her dishes.

Lya still doesn't look scared, so again, either stupid or brave or she believes Jadzia's not stupid enough to throw away her chance on the Sands. She grits her teeth rather than grunt again when she's shoved. But when released, she doesn't scamper away. Oh, no, she turns to pick up a dirty sharp knife and moves purposefully to the common table where the food and drink is kept for the workers and whomever is eating in the kitchen, and without apparent thought for the consequence and certainly not giving anyone the chance to stop her as she plunges the knife through bulbous end of the wineskin Jadzia had been getting her drinks from. The red liquid immediately starts seeping onto the table, like blood from a wound. Lycinea looks back over her shoulder at Jadzia. "''Oops''."

Of course Jadzia couldn't just be left alone by the horrible girl now that she's hating these dishes ''even more''. That would be too easy. She watches Lycinea with the knife. There's no particularly visible reaction except for a tight jaw and tense restraint. Oh, and the death glare. Let's not forget about that.

It's a moment of triumph for the obnoxious teen, and the death glare makes her look very smug indeed, but it's short lived. "''Lycinea''! You wicked girl!" The shriek comes from a plump brunette kitchen aide many turns Lya's senior. In spite of herself, Lycinea flinches at the sound of her name. That flawless contrite expression comes back. "That's one more wineskin that'll come out of your wages," so she's done this kind of thing before. "What a mess. Clean it up quick before Gamil sees and takes his spoon to you." The nod from the girl holds meekness that's well feigned, but in this kitchen, none of the regulars believe it. The older woman rolls her eyes, but doesn't waste more of her time. In the meantime, Lya is fated to turn back toward the sinks in order to collect rags with which to sop up the mess she made.

All the while, Jadzia is glaring at the girl. She doesn't even seem all that happy that she's caught in the act, but possibly only because it doesn't show on her face. When Lycinea turns back her way, the candidate is there to block the way to the sink, arms crossed tensely over her chest. "The fuck is your problem? Daddy not love you enough?"

Lycinea has no issue meeting Jadzia's glare with a sort of bored look of her own, like that death stare is ''so yesterday''! She even rolls her eyes, "How old are you? Like, twelve? Don't you know how things work in Weyrs? Lucky is the girl who knows her daddy's name let alone how he feels about her. But you can take your pick of my problems. I've them in spades and nothing to lose." Which probably explains the brazen behavior of moments ago. "I'll be happy to let Gamil take his spoon to ''you'' if you don't let me past to get a rag."

"Stop being so fucking literal, for Faranth's sake," growls Jadzia. She doesn't move, though. "He's welcome to try taking anything to me." No, really. She'd love an excuse to go off on someone right now. Even if it meant risking her candidacy. And Lycinea is looking like a better and better target.

"Oh, don't be pissy just because you asked the question hoping I'd get all butthurt about it and go off crying to give you some sense of accomplishment since you're obviously crap at doing dishes." Lya retorts with all the braverism of a sixteen turn old girl lacking anything resembling manners or discipline. "I need a rag." This is stated plainly. She's probably not doing herself any favors by suggesting, "Why don't you just throw one at me and make yourself feel better?" in a way that makes her sound just ''so done'' with Jadzia on the whole. It's exhausting to have to have this kind of attitude all the time.

Fortunately for Lycinea, Jadzia is ''so done'' with dealing with her, too. With a rag, one that's nice and wet and doesn't smell all that great, the candidate flings it toward the girl's head. Not so hard to get her into trouble but with enough force to give it a gross sort of splat against the side of Lycinea's head. If she shoulder checks the younger girl as she pushes away from the sink and starts heading ''out'', she was clearly just in the way.

Lycinea can't help wrinkling her nose as the rag slides down from the side of her head onto her shoulder. "''Thanks''," is super sarcastic, but no doubt, working in the kitchens, Lya's dealt with grosser things. She doesn't even bother to ask who's going to take over the dishes Jadzia's abandoned. Not her problem. She has a mess of her own to sop up.
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