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Candidate Quarters, High Reaches Weyr

Two caverns lead one right into the other from a hallway just off the Common Room. Taking advantage of the high, vaulted ceiling, bunk beds march in five neat rows of five beds each allowing up to fifty people to sleep in one cavern, although one of those caverns is presently largely closed off. Functional and spartan in atmosphere, there's little in the way of decoration here, just the one tapestry depicting a hatching on the wall of the first cavern and eggs on the sands in the second.

Each bunk is made up when there are candidates in residence, with standard sheeting, gray woollen blankets and somewhat lumpy pillows. A trunk stands at both the head and foot of the bunks, providing a little space for the occupants to store their belongings while the wait for the eggs to hatch. The archway between the two spaces is covered over with a hide hanging, easily hooked back when both caverns are in use, but tacked into place when only the first is needed. A proper wooden door closes out noise and drafts from the hallway.

It is a winter night, 23:30 of day 17, month 3, turn 31 of Interval 10.

It's the middle of the night! Well, almost. It's certainly well after most candidates have turned in, getting precious shut eye before being awoken early to start the next fun-filled day of menial chores, lessons, and whatever other unexpected pleasures their white knots will earn them in the coming day. Wakizian is asleep. With this many bodies in a cavern, the place tends to stay cozy at night, so the brawny Smith is shirtless, sleeping fur lying diagonally across his stomach, shoved away, likely while still asleep, to encourage a more comfortable temperature. Wakizian doesn't snore. That makes him a pretty good bunk mate, though if his sprawl across the cot is any indication, he might be worse as an actual bedmate. No embarrassing drool, no kicking or talking, just sleep. He actually looks peaceful, and kinda cute. He's usually kinda cute, but now the cute comes without the flapping lips that so often let out comments accompanied by the distinct aroma of foot.

Just entering the quarters is Nicky, bringing with him the scent of industry: the metallic tang of his work, the acrid scent of forge smoke... and the scent of something a little harder to pinpoint. With a huge grin plastered across his rosy-cheeked face he trots right on through the rows of beds, ignoring anyone who may still be awake; he comes to a halt beside his bes--wait, are they still best buds? A thoughtful expression crosses Nicky's face for a moment, then he gets over it. Of course they are - especially with what the farrier-cum-candidate has to share. "Waki," he hisses, kicking gently at the bed with his toe. When there's no effect, he hisses louder. "'Waki!" Another toe-tapping kick. Giving up, he bends down, hand on Wakizian's shoulder, and shakes him roughly. When there are signs of stirring, he starts talking in hushed tones; "Waki! Oi! You'll never believe what just happened!"

Anyone who sleeps in a barracks, dormitory, or other communal living space develops, out of necessity, deep sleeping skills. But physical disturbance elicits a reaction. Nicky should thank his lucky stars that he's waking Waki and not Alida. Thusly, there is no injury, but a first surprised look as Wakizian pushes himself up, half-way off the bed, blinking with confusion and then a low annoyed growl, "Faranth, Nicky, I just got to sleep!" Or it feels that way anyhow. "Can't it wait?" Then the Smith seems to remember that they're having a spat over a certain skinny, sassy girl they both know. "You kiss Mave again? You didn't need to wake me to tell me," Wakizian huffs, grabbing at the sleeping furs, trying to pull them up so he can roll to face away from Nicky and try to go back to sleep.

"Sssh," Nicky tries to hush his friend, looking back over his shoulder at the rest of the dorms. Did they wake up? Are they watching? No? Good. Back to Wakizian, then, and to grabbing at the furs he's trying to curl back up in. Nu-uh, no hiding for him! Nicky yanks them, not letting go if there's resistance - quite the opposite in fact, as he pulls even harder. Wake-up tug-o-war! "E-either you get up and listen, Waki, or I'm getting in with you, because you will not believe the girl I've just met." There's a pause, and the candidate both blushes and giggles. "O-or the th-things she did... Waki!" Nicky drops to his knees on the side of the cot, leaning over his buddy with his mouth close enough to his ear for the whisper to be heard. "I just d-did it."

"Oh, sweet'n'sassy Faranth," Wakizian swears again as the tug-o-war ends when Nicky threatens to come a-bed with him. "Mave already thinks we sleep on each other's chests, do you want to make a truth-teller out of her?" He demands while Nicky is blushing and giggling. Then he blinks, waking up more as he shakes his head and sits up, "Wait, what girl? I thought you like Mave." Then his sleepy brain catches up with the last thing Nicky said. "Wait. Like... Did it? Did it? Like, did it?" His tone is one of shock and surprise, though it's tinged with envy.

A sitting-up Wakizian causes a swift retreat from Nicky, who was leaning so close. He doesn't pull too far away, since he's got a story to tell that has to be told in hushed tones, so he ends up perched on the edge of the bed, grinning crookedly. "I did it. J-Jooo... um, Ju-Jules? No... no wait, her name's.... um... her name's Julie. Julie." He got there in the end! Mave is skipped over; they don't need to go down that path. Not right now! "I think I've seen her around? She looked kinda famil--you don't need to hear that. Freakin' Faranth, Waki, she came into the forge," y'know, their place of work, "and she just... she just..." He mimes a woman dropping all her clothing at once. "And the...mmmph." Eyes closed, he reminisces, lips pursed and hands coming up to grope imaginary air-boobs.

Wakizian blinks slowly as he tries to follow the story. "Julie?" He repeats, brow furrowing. Obviously the name doesn't ring any bells. "Wait, you mean some girl you didn't know just-- started-- taking her clothes off in front of you?" He stares at Nicky in disbelief, "Pull the other one, man. Did you have to wake me up just for a joke? Are the other guys watching or something?" He turns his head looking around to see if maybe Kaeden, Xhaeon and the other guys are watching to see if Waki goes for the story. Finding no leering faces or anxious eyes, he looks back at Nicky, brow wrinkling again. "Wait. Like.. For real?"

Nicky hadn't thought of it that way. When Waki lays it out in the way it happened, it hits home just how unlikely a scenario he's describing, and yet... "Julie. All t-true, swear down. I swear down on the eggs." And that's serious. He slouches on the edge of the bed, grinning crookedly at the memory of his evening. "She had a Weaver knot. I noticed it when she, um, started putting her clothes back on." Whispered, hissed, the words are quiet and spoken as he leans in towards his buddy. "It's awesome. I wanna meet her again. Now. Faranth's tail, Waki, she was... amazing." He drops backwards onto the bed, feet still on the floor and fingers laced together on his chest. "Julie."

Wakizian still looks suspicious, even after Nicky offered to swear on the eggs. "Are you sure you didn't like... fall asleep and dream it? I mean, I've had some really vivid dreams -- sometimes even set in the forge..." Usually after looking at one of his notebooks, no doubt! His brows lift - and it's not that he thinks Nicky's misleading him on purpose now, he just needs to make sure all of the options are covered before he accepts Nicky's story. "Weaver, huh? Where was she posted? Did she say? Did you see a badge? How old was she?" He pauses, "Did she, like, say anything before she started--" He mimes taking clothes off now. "UGH." This sound is made in disgust, and loudly enough that Waki peeks around to see if he woke anyone, then he shifts on the bed, getting onto his knees and then looming over Nicky. "I can't sharding believe you did it before me." And his punishment for such a transgression? Waki baps him in the face with his pillow. The concerns over Mave are forgotten for the moment. "And I can't believe that it's going to be two more turns before I know what it's like too. I'm going to hate you--" Translation: be jealous of you, "-- for all of weyrlinghood!"

"I didn't fall asleep and dream it." Nicky's already sworn it was true, and he's still being doubted? That earns Waki a thump - soft(ish), really... bro-like! - on the shoulder. "I was awake, Waki. I didn't ask her where she's p-posted or anything like that, I was too busy... y'know." Again with the air-boob squeezes. "She had big knockers." His fingers spread a little bigger on the faux-grope, indicating size. "She said she was looking for someone, and that she found me, and... did you pay her to come and... t-to..." Despite having done it, he still can't say it!

"What? No!" And this accusation earns Nicky another pillow-bap to the face. "Don't be gross. If you want to get laid, you have to earn it yourself. Did you do something unreasonably good recently that you're being rewarded for? Did you, like, agree to spy for Devaki or Hana or somebody? Maybe they're trying to win you over!" Because surely an attractive woman showing up and jumping Nicky's bones out of nowhere has to have some kind of string attached to it, right? There aren't such floosies in place of such flexible morality as a Weyr, right? "Did she ask you any questions or anything?" Then a pause, "Wait. You're telling me that you, sweet, kind, nice, hold-bred Nicky, met some girl and just-- got it on with her? Without finding out anything about her first?!" His tone is incredulous, and his expression is torn between being impressed or bewildered. "Why wasn't I the one working late tonight, sharditall!" Because after all his high and mighty talk in the workroom the other day, clearly what Waki needs is to get laid with a strange, mysterious girl.

And another pillow-bap earns Waki another punch in the arm. "Hey!" He then shoves the pillow back at him. "I didn't do anything good. Just, um, n-normal stuff. Chores... um... y'know." He shrugs, re-lacing his fingers across his chest. "She didn't ask me m-much... I didn't say much. There were other things keeping my tongue busy." He blushes, eyebrows raising as he looks up and sideways at Wakizian. "F-Faranth, Waki, there are things..." He pushes up on his elbows, looking around the room to make sure there's no-one who's woken up and might be listening, "and places I didn't even know you could use your tongue. A-and it's awesome. I-I think I was awesome." It's not quite like Nicky to brag, but certain things require it! "I think I was awesome t-twice. M-more times for her."

"UGH." This time Wakizian doesn't seem to care whom he wakes with his wordless sound of jealousy and disgust (disgust that Nicky handed over his V-key before him!). Indeed, a few heads pop up, with sleepy questions about what's going on. Waki, however, is too busy to mind this. What's he busy wiith? Well, he's trying to smother Nicky with the pillow. But only for a second. "I can't handle this right now!" The Smith declares in hushed tones. "You can tell me the details later, you disgustingly grown up non-Smith!" Non-Smith was always Wakizian's favorite playful insult from the days when he was trying to convert his friend to the Craft, so obviously there's no malice here. "I can't believe you." He does. He just doesn't want to! "I always thought I'd go first. You're so-- shy. But I guess it's fair. I got my first kiss at fourteen. Guess you had to beat me to this." Beat. "I guess it's not a race though, and Mave would probably smack me for thinking so." He takes a moment, looking like he's adjusting his thoughts appropriately. "What are you going to tell Mave? Anything?"

Nicky mock-flails under the pillow-suffocating, before landing a thump on Wakizian's thigh. Is this a friendship healed through violence? Maybe! When the pillow's removed, he's laughing... until Mave is mentioned. Then his expression drops, his brows lowering thoughtfully over his brown eyes. "Um. W-well, we," as in you and me, Waki and Nicky, as the teen's finger indicates by pointing between the two of them, "agreed that there's no point in t-trying anything like that now, r-right? So... um, nothing. I d-don't think I need to tell her anything, because... um..." He tries to find the right, appropriately delicate words. "W-we're not together, a-and the hatching's coming up s-so we couldn't be even if we wanted to, and you like her so, um, th-that confuses things more. Just... don't tell her, ok?" He frowns, sinking back down onto the bed. "You'll sleep with Azaylia, anyway. At least you know you won't have someone paying for that." Because, clearly, this Julie girl was put up to doing what she did.

There's a long moment, with Wakizian's face serious as a weyrlingmaster at a betweening lesson, then finally he says: "Okay." Beat. "But there's a condition. I won't tell her, as long as you promise me that if you ever try anything in earnest with her, that-- you'll tell her before things start." His brows raise, as though his challenging look will force Nicky to make this agreement honestly. "But you're right, about hatching coming up and we couldn't be-- you know, at all anyway, since we're both Impressing." He takes a deep breath. "Listen, Nicky, I'm sorry for-- well, reacting the way I did. I'm an idiot. Forgive me?" Then he wrinkles his nose. "I'll only sleep with Azaylia if she wants, and if I can. I might not be as good as you apparently are." Then he smirks, "But probably I'll be better. It's my turn to one up you in the romance department. Me first kiss, you first--" Being on his knees it makes it easy for him to make a little comical thrusting motion with his hips (complete with ridiculous facial expression), "My turn to be one up: so I'll just end up being better. Ha!" He settles back on his heels, and reaches a hand down to squeeze Nicky's bicep. "Dude, she wasn't paid. You're just one lucky dude. Just believe that." It's his job as best bud to support the most positive idea - not the most likely.

Waki's hip-thrust is met with one of Nicky's own - the teen even has a saucy wink and a click of his tongue to go along with it! "Wh-what's one up on sex, Waki?" He said it! He said the S word! And now he's blushing, biting down on his lip and laughing dorkishly. It sounds pretty stupid what with him trying to muffle it, but what does it matter around Waki? Then a thought hits him, and he turns from laughter to, well, almost serious. "Um. O-one up is..." The blush deepens, and he frowns. "A-are you thinking of shagging a guy?" There's something in his tone there that's not easy to properly distinguish - a whole load of mixed feelings mushing together. He pushes himself back up on his elbows, frowning at his friend. "C-cos if you are..." Then what? Wherever Nicky was going with that sentence, he stops it. His gaze drops, and the frown deepens.

BAP. There comes the pillow. "No, one upping sex is obviously just being the best ever at it." Though his expression turns thoughtful a moment at the alternative. "I'd probably only shag a guy I fancied. Or if it turns out I Impress, I might do it to make sure I wouldn't hurt anyone in a flight." There's some common sense to that idea and yet one more thing that can set Weyrfolk apart from the stuffy Holder types. "Since I don't fancy any guys and haven't got a dragon to worry about though, I suspect I don't need to answer that question just now." He baps Nicky again. This time just for good measure.

"Y-yeah. Me neither, um... just girls and no dragon. Not yet!" The next pillow attack is blocked, and Nicky pushes himself up to shove Waki's shoulder, laughing quietly so as not to wake anyone up. He looks almost as if he's about to lunge into a play attack... then he's distracted. By a bulge in his pocket. "Oh." One finger's held up to get Waki to pause for a moment, while he fishes out a dark lacy piece of fabric, which he slingshots at his buddy's face. "Now that's proof she exists." Does it get any more solid than that?

Waki eyes his friend a moment, a touch suspicious. "Is all that maybe-flirting stuff with Bones making you-- think?" About it with a guy. Then he gets a slingshot to the chest. "Are those her--?" Wakizian's eyes widen at the flap of lacy fabric that's fallen into his lap. His brows furrow in confusion, probably trying to work out why a woman would waltz into a forge of all places, do-- that and then leave behind any of her undergarments. "Oh, dude. You're totally on someone's list. Better start watching out to see if you get recruited to be a spy." He's back on this. "Maybe next time, think to make a woman explain herself before?" Nevermind that saying: Hey! Do you have some nefarious purpose I would want to know about for having sex with me? might just kill the mood. He baps Nicky again. What this one is for? Who knows.

Nicky retrieves the underthings, running a thumb over them before stuffing them back into his pocket. "Yes, those are her -" He doesn't have to finish the sentence, since he knows his bro is more than clued up to what he means. "As for Bones?" Now he looks a little awkward, shrugging his shoulders. "He, er, he made me, um, think. N-not like that, but... it's just not done like that at home... I don't know. The Weyr's different in so many ways."

Wakizian simply rolls his eyes at his pal as the undergarments are tucked away. The Smith then shifts on the bed, sitting back and pulling his knees up, wrapping arms around them. His expression turns pensive, and then in a soft voice, he offers: "It's okay to think about. It's okay to do, if you want. I mean, as long as it's what you want. I've even heard of some who've done it once just to see if they were interested in that kind of thing." He pauses, still thoughtful. "I guess I keep thinking that I'd know if I was interested in that kind of thing, wouldn't I?" It's different for him. He's been in the Weyr with it always as an option. It's not a new idea he has to consider. Is it?

"I'm not like that, Waki, I told you. It's just... it's never been okay to think like that, not for me." Nicky shrugs and sighs, lying back across the cot once more, fingers laced over his belly. He lets silence reign for a short while as he thinks, then says in a soft, uncomfortable whisper, "But I might be curious. I'm not planning on it, but, um... l-like you said, it might be worth knowing... if we Impress." Which offers the perfect bridge for a change in topic! "D-did I tell you I put marks on you? So you better walk off with a dragon."

"Don't worry. I'm going to. Or at least I want to." Wakizian lets the less comfortable subject go without hesitation; perhaps that was too much thinking for him, also! "But I don't stand a chance if I drown in my breakfast because someone-" BAP! "-woke me up in the middle of the night." He puts the pillow back where it belongs, and pushes Nicky with his feet under the blanket as he tries to slide back down into a position more conducive to sleep. "I'm prolly going to have nightmares. About you getting it on with some mystery chick on my work desk." Beat. "It wasn't. was it?" This is accusatory, not curious. The man just needs some peace of mind before he can nod off again.

Nicky fends off the bap, laughing quietly. "N-not your work desk," he grins, taking the hint and scooting off the bed, "just your workbench." He slips his hand back into his pocket again to pull out his prize, waggling the delicate fabric at Wakizian. "I ought to go meet Kaeden, anyway... it's about time for our dance lesson." Ducking down by his cot, the farrier-turned-candidate tucks his little trophy under his pillow, looking back over his shoulder to wink at Wakizian. "Sweet dreams, Waki-oh." And he's off! To learn to waltz away to the other girls he's after.