Difference between revisions of "Logs:No Mercy"

Happy, smiling candidates might be expecting the weyrlingmaster, Ebeny, to be the face that brings them into the new phase of their life, but it's W'leri who shows up in the middle of the night, looking tired and cranky, holding onto a basket of glows. He struts into the barracks like he owns the place, his eyes roving all over the place. "Get your arses up," he barks, and because a few of them don't respond fast enough, gives a nearby cot a good shake, upending the candidate perched on the end. "I said get 'em up! Those dragons aren't going to wait all fucking day for the likes of you lot."

It's a nervous, trembling Nasci that rises from her cot, shaking as she reaches for her robes. If a hood has been shoved in the same, nearly empty trunk, near it, well-- she is quick to slam the lid down on it a little too loudly. The young woman looks like she might be about ready to cry at any moment, and nor does the shouting assistant weyrlingmaster help the holder's nerves.

Isidro is not, despite an early wake-up call, asleep in his own bed. Or awake in his own bed. On the up side, that means he's up? Or at least he is by the time he gets into the barracks. He makes absolutely no comment on this, beyond slipping past W'leri towards his bed. Its sheets are crisp and entirely un-rumpled. His clothes are not.

She's not rousted from her bed; she's not even there, Casseny-- until she is. Vaguely on W'leri's toes, redoing the already spot-on runner's tail that keeps her hair with a practical, slightly narrow-eyed look utterly inappropriate for the hour and the coming ruckus. Moving in the assistant's wake, she reaches out a hand instinctively to help a startled candidate up. But her eyes aren't on him-- them-- anyone. If she could roll them inward, that might be where you'd find them. Right now? She might actually appreciate W'leri from her mother.

Nothing like a rotten, yelling voiced awlm to ruin your 'sleep.' Aikane had fallen into a fitful one of those after crying herself into it hours after she arrived from her Search to bumble around the barracks. After a 'blissful' half-hour of visiting the Sandman, the candidate jerks awake, startled out of her wits and confused, to look thickly at W'leri. Blink blink. Nobody's yet spoken to her of what to do. much less where to go, how to deal with baby dragons, etc.

One of the beds that's unoccupied when W'leri arrives into the barracks belongs to Dee. Dee who comes, not quite out of breath, into the barracks with searching eyes, sweeping the candidates as she moves toward her cot and the robe that awaits her in her press. No hood, nothing unusual aside from the flush of-- well, perhaps it's just the surprise of the humming and not whatever she was doing out of bed at this hour.

Yetob has been here all night, but he is busy eyeing the Candidates who have scrambled in right before (or after) the assistant weyrlingmaster made his appearance. His gaze levels pointedly at Dee, sliding briefly to W'leri, but-- he only angles himself to getting his own robe ready and on, and falling in line.

She's finally been in the barracks for the last seven or so, but Paislie still isn't entirely comfortable with the whole thing. A man yelling and swearing at them would have been an incredibly rude awakening, but the small redhead is already awake. She's been on her cot, maybe even laying down at some point, but she's been awake, anxiously watching a few of the empty cots. As she's carefully pulling on her robes, trying to do so without baring anything important, Paislie is so relieved when Dee comes into the barracks that she smiles despite the angry, scary man.

Kaelige follows a few strides behind the farmcrafter, looking about as excited as one could expect of the boy used to wearing dark hues, not whites. No matter which route Dee takes, the unhooded boy passes beyond the assistant weyrlingmaster bellowing for line-up to take a candidate robe out of his trunk, despite apparently wearing one already. Strange as that may be, the change from the borrowed robe to 'his' robe is a swift one before he's turned to survey the risen-from-sleep (or not, as seems to be the majority) candidates prior to joining W'leri.

Also not in her bed (is anyone surprised?) is Eadgyd, arriving only moments after Dee and Kaelige. There's a quiet thud outside, and then the girl walks in as casually as she can, rubbing a hand against her freshly bumped elbow. She, too, is flushed and looking wide awake already, but she keeps her head down and heads directly toward her cot to get ready.

Today, and every day really, W'leri isn't talkative as he moves between the cots, checking each candidate's progress with frosty blue eyes. He grunts as he stops in front of the entryway to the sands, giving one last perusal to the cavern and assembled candidates. "Fuck." He's eloquent. "Get in line and when I say go, start walking. Don't think. Just walk."

What are these other candidates wearing? White...robes? Clueless and feeling more and more nervous by the second, Aikane looks around at all the others getting ready for....whatever, and raises her hand like the greenhorn she totally is. "S-sir? What do I do?" is directed at W'leri-the-putz, the teen looking like hell warmed over.

"Hey." Casseny winds up near Aikane, perhaps not by accident. "Get on the robe," she instructs, firmly but gently, with a quick investigative glance to make sure the candidate's not wearing any extraneous items. "Hair up. Shoes." They may seem like childish reminders, but it's a weird time, and her voice is low and even. "We're gonna line up and go out there and stand in a bit of a semi-circle. Just keep alert. Breathing. You're fine."

Isidro strips, gets into a Candidate robe with considerably fewer wrinkles but that takes quite a lot of work to rearrange in such a way with the belt that it doesn't make him look three times his normal size. But he's relatively calm about the whole thing, considering. And, once actually properly dressed again, with everybody milling around, maybe he can just blend and his arrival can go unremarked-on. It's not like HE was in any fashion suspicious.

Another conspicuously unoccupied bed: Jemizen's. Jem himself sprints in a few moments late, at near-runnerbeast speed, already tugging off his shirt before he reaches his cot and the white robe already laid out on it. He manages to quickchange and line up with the other candidate's, huffing and puffing loudly even as he searches the faces of those assembled. Once his brown eyes catch sight of Dee, he face registers immediate relief and he tries to be subtle about elbowing his way over to her side.

Nasci does begin crying, but only as she gets into line with the other Candidates; at least, for W'leri's sake, it is a silent crying. Just tears streaming down her face as she awaits what appears to be her doom, if you look at her face.

Yetob might, might be scoffing quietly at Nasci as he falls into line too. But he's there, he's ready. There's no doom or gloom here.

Oh, thank Faranth! Someone who's being decent, and not yelling like an injured ox. Blinking thickly at Casseny, Aikane moves as quickly as possible to her press, unlocks it with fumbling, rushing fingers, and paws around until she finds the white robe within. Pulling it out, the girl then attempts to hide behind Casseny while disrobing out of the clothes she arrived in, and tugging on the unfamiliar garment. Nasci's crying draws her attention for some moments, the Southerner's heart going out to the other girl, but she's trying to take in too much to bother helping her, right now. Other candidates arriving from somewhere else doesn't even parse to her haggard brain. She's too out of it for much more than twitchy nervousness, right now.

Eadgyd would normally do her best to make sure as little skin as possibly is shown in the changing process, but a late arrival means that she just doesn't have time. She tugs her shirt off and yanks the robe over her head as quickly as she can, pulling it all the way down before she finishes the changing process. Then she slips into her shoes and finally has a moment to lift her head, giving a slight nod as she spots her fellow conspirators in the room. Good. They're safe. With that knowledge, Ead ties her belt on and then makes her way toward the growing line.

Kaelige draws to the line with an unhurried stride, though his typical smirk is exiled from his face in light of a forced neutral one. It's behind Eadgyd that he arrives, standing maybe just a bit too close as he tends to do, personal space not really being a thing and all. A hand rises to mess his already-messy black hair, overly aware of his unfortunate lack of coverage there.

Dee's weyrbredness cares not for who might be watching her strip out of sweaty, dirty clothes and tug on the plain white robe that served her for the last hatching. (It's been cleaned since, never fear!) She freezes a moment in adjusting the robe and relief is briefly visible: her eyes found Jem. She tugs on her sandals as she moves toward (half walk, half one-legged-hop) to take her place in between Jem and Paislie. "We can do this," is quiet and possibly more for herself than anyone else, but let it bolster whomsoever may benefit.

One big, calloused hand passes over his unshaved chin, scraping over dark stubble there; he shoots a mild look over Aikane. "We're screwed," W'leri can be heard to mumble to the candidates closest, and then he flicks his hands, signaling them all to start moving. Go, go, go.