Difference between revisions of "Logs:Favors Owed"

>---< Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr(#273RJs) >-------------------------------<

  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.                                                       

 -----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
  Edyis        F   19 5'4"  athletic, brown hair, brown eyes              1m 
  Farideh      F   19  5'5  Skinny, Brown hair, Hazel eyes                0s
 ----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
                            Weyr Entrance  Kitchens

It probably is not uncommon for people to wander about the storage caverns in search of that perfect item that just possibly has finally shown up. Edyis at least seems to be keenly searching the shelves this afternoon, a pile of what appears to be clothing near the base of her ladder. "Maybe if I mixed a dye?" She holds up an off-white knitted tunic with a sigh. "I am utterly hopeless." She mutters to no one in particular.

It could be for a reason that Farideh gets relegated to stores duty so often, but if she's offended by the directive, the brunette isn't prone to show it. She hums as she moves through the stores, basket under one arm piled high with the usual towels and linens, and has a daydream-y quality about her expression. Her path leads her past Edyis, before she backtracks and stops, peering around one of the shelving units to stare at the other dark-haired girl. "You are," she says brightly, smiling to assuage any bad feelings from the statement. "What are you up to?"

Edyis lifts dark brown eyes from the garment as it is added to the pile, smiling at her friend. "At least I am not as hopeless as some. I have my wits, but fashion was always my younger sisters' thing." Edyis eyes the basket as she makes her way down the ladder. "I figured maybe it was time I expanded my wardrobe beyond three outfits and a gather dress. It's hard though, finding something that is comfortable but also looks good." Farideh gets a cursory once over. "Looks like you survived the flight at least. Sorry if I offended you, I just thought you would enjoy a day at the beach instead of here."

"No, not completely. You had the smarts to choose me as a friend, after all." There's a trace of a smile following those words, as Farideh moves closer to the ladder and the waitress. "What are you looking for? Another dress?" She sets her burden down on the ground at her feet and stretches her arms overhead, grinning widely as she does so. "I survived. How was Monaco? Was it as nice as I imagine it was? I thought, after, perhaps I should have taken you up on that offer. There was plenty of shady behaviors and drama." Crossing her arms over her chest, she leans slightly against the nearest shelf, watching the other girl, eyebrows lifted.

"There is that in my favor." She agrees with a smile, rolling her shoulders. "A dress would be nice as well, all this grey isn't really doing any favors for my complexion." She gestures to her sweater. "Just as wonderful as you imagine. Plus I managed to land a free case of rum for bribing people with." She smirks, but drama has her brows furrowing. "Do I need to beat anyone up?" As for what she is looking for? "I'm just tired of looking like a refugee without a home. I found a nice enough outfit to bartend in but I was going through my clothes press and got rather depressed. You would think in four turns living here I would have amassed something of a wardrobe."

"Red," the laundress states confidentially, sweeping Edyis with a full body perusal. "You would look fantastic in red. It will make you stand out more, but if you're looking for something different than gray--" Farideh's slim shoulders lift nonchalantly, though her eyebrows hike a bit higher. "A free case of rum? How does one just come across that? Are you going to share? We should have a night of it. Drinks and gossiping," ending in an abbreviated laugh for the thought. "No, you don't need to beat anyone up that I can't handle myself."

Edyis curves a brow at mention of red, as though imagining it. "You make the right kinds of friends is how." She grins eyes glittering. "I will share with you, because you are my dear friend. I do owe most of it to R'hin since he does put up with me breaking into his wine cabinet all the time." She confesses, with a laugh. "Would make a nice night though, maybe convince someone to go someplace warm and camp out or something. I'm so tired of the dorms,I never get a moments peace or privacy and anything of value I have to stash in a crate under R'hin's bed, or never let it out of my sight lest it go wandering off." At the last brows furrow, and she studies Farideh all the more intently for the comment. "I promise not to say I told you so, if it makes you feel any better. Flights suck."

"Why do you have to break into his wine cabinet? Can't you just ask him for wine?" Farideh blinks at Edyis uncomprehendingly; criminal activity over persuasion, why? "How would we camp out in the snow? It's so dreary out there," sounding faintly sulky about it. "I think having a camp out with a bunch of rum and having privacy are two different things. Didn't you get any privacy when you were down on whatever beach at Monaco?" She tosses her hand up flippantly, and then crosses it back over her chest with her other arm. "I've learned."

Edyis tilts her head at Farideh, and just starts giggling. "Takes all the fun out of it, and besides I think some part of him finds a great deal of amusement in it. It would be horrible to deprive him of his fun, even though I know he started hiding the really good bottles in a new spot." She smirks, and one might possibly feel a little sorry for the man, or not. "Aren't you the one telling me to loosen up a bit? He wasn't that terrible was he or " and a thought occurs. "You didn't with a girl did you?"

"What-ever," the other girl states, rolling her eyes towards the stone ceiling. "I'd rather go buy a cheap bottle of wine with my own marks than go through all of that trouble." Farideh most certainly doesn't feel sorry for either of them. Her mouth pulls down into a frown, brows coming together in annoyance over dubious eyes. "Really, Edyis? It was Drex, for your information. You know, that tall, annoying guy with the--" No, she stops herself, she won't go down that road. Instead, she glances down at the toes of her boots.

Edyis says, "Itty bitty man parts?" She suggests even though her ears tinge red. "Drex." She repeats, without any hint of supprise to her tone. "I thought you two had something there not hop into bed there but it seemed like you liked him, despite the fact that he is an unkempt asshole who leaves other people to clean up his messes." Oh yes she hasn't forgotten about the weyrling barracks incident."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" is Farideh's hot retort, her eyes flicking up to glare at Edyis. "There's nothing wrong with-- his--" She closes her mouth and shrugs, trying to act nonchalant despite the sudden flush in her cheeks. "I don't know that we have anything, at all. We just had sex. I haven't seen or talked to him since, and if I did, I might not have anything nice to say anyway." She doesn't comment on the weyrling barrack incident, since she's part of the guilty party who walked away.

Now that has her eyebrow arching sharply. "So, you enjoyed yourself then." Since Farideh is taking tremendous offense to the insult aimed at the sailor. Not that she gets it, she just studies her friend for a moment seeming to consider something. "You do. You like him." She states simply, her hand twisting the cord at her throat absently as she muses out loud. "You don't know if he likes you though." The barracks incident seems to be forgotten for the moment in favor of this observation.

Narrowed eyes answer Edyis' proclamation, arms tightening across Farideh's chest as she stands up straight, without leaning on the shelf. "I don't know if I do or I don't," she says sharply, her frown not entirely directed towards her friend. "I don't understand any of this. He's so-- so-- annoying and smirky and stupid and--" She could go on and on, but she stops herself, lips pursed. "Don't think this means you can go and tell him, now. That would be the worst betrayal, Edyis."

Edyis laughs, though perhaps it is important to note, not at her friend's expense. "I don't mean to tell him anything, he'd probably just be a jerk about it anyway." And yet, the wheels turn. "You both do, however owe me a favor for cleaning up your mess in the barracks. I think you two should at least talk it over, and figure out what you do feel." She decides, musing. "There's a healer friend of mine looking for folks to help with a project, and I owe her a favor. I'm sure a day in the infirmary stores cleaning would give you a chance to figure it out."

"Maybe I don't want to talk about it or figure it out." It's immature and childish as far as responses go, paired with a sulky tone. "I'm not going to just walk up to him and be like-- here, let's talk about our feelings we may or may not even have, just because we had sex." Farideh makes an annoyed sound and turns towards her basket, long forgotten on the floor. "That sounds awful," though she probably means cleaning the infirmary stores.

Edyis shrugs, "Then don't. But I really would appreciate it as a friend if you'd help her out. Especially since I spent one afternoon cleaning a room I did not make a mess of, and It would go a long way toward helping me forget how you were when I was being nice and inviting you on a trip, and you were putting me down in front of a complete stranger because you wanted to flirt." It isn't accusatory, in fact she doesn't sound mad about it at all, but rather a touch hurt by it. "If you don't want to though, forget it, and I'll figure something else out."

When she puts it that way, Farideh sighs dramatically and looks up at the ceiling, her lips puckered in disgust. "Fine. Fine. I'll do your little favor for you, but I'm not promising him. I can always find someone else to help, right? It's the favor that matters, not the person?"

Edyis nods, thoughtfully. "No it doesn't have to be him, but I figured since the whole thing was his fault. He should suffer through it too." Her smile going wide. "Thank you Farideh. I really appreciate it. I owe Enwei a lot; she was the one who looked after Gretvyn." The former scribe explaining now, why she owes the healer, if she allows it, Farideh may even get a hug from the other girl, albeit a brief one.

"I'll tell him he owes you a favor, but I'm not making any promises." Fingers reach to tuck fly-aways behind one ear in an insecure gesture, and her eyes drop to Edyis, finally, with suspicion. The hug thaws her reserve, and her arms reach around to return the embrace. "It's fine." When she releases Edyis, Farideh bends to pick up her basket. "Remember, red," is her last bit of advice, before she turns to strike out for wherever it is that she came to the stores for in the first place.