Logs:Hook Hunting
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| RL Date: 29 February, 2012 |
| Who: Emme, Madilla, Toren |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Emme and Madilla are hunting through stores - Toren is just trying to not be found. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 2, Turn 28 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Damaris/Mentions, Evali/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
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| Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr 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 outsde each cavern, the better to ward off pests and the inky dark of deep caves.
The sound of Madilla's footsteps echoes through the mostly-unoccupied storerooms several seconds before the healer herself turns the corner and enters. If she's surprised to see anyone else here, it doesn't show in her expression, nor in her cheerful, "Having trouble?" which accompanies her passage towards the brownrider. "Hello, Emme." Emme is easily startled, and it shows by the way the brownrider nearly jumps when Madilla asks the simple question. "Oh! Oh, hey Madilla. How are you?" A broad smile appears when she identifies the other storeroom occupant. "Just looking for some odds and ends so I can screw a lock on to a box. It's such a trivial thing to take to the crafters really. But I can't seem to find enough of the right size." And isn't that always the case with sizes and screwing really? Really. Madilla's cheeks flood with pink, her expression an immediate apology that gets turned into words only after the brownrider has finished speaking. "I'm sorry for startling you, Emme. I wonder if there's another box somewhere?" Whatever her own errand is, she seems to intend to put it on hold, reaching up onto the shelf to examine another box - though this one seems to be filled only with nails. "I'm well. Dreaming about spring, but well. And yourself?" "No, no. Don't worry. I jst get so caught up in my own thoughts. And Rhazekth's comments. And more thoughts. And... I block everything else out. There's no need to apologize." Emme's expression softens, the corners of her mouth turning upwards to a smile. "It has to be a certain size. At least as big as this one." It looks large enough to hold several books or scrolls of paper in it, and done with very sturdy wood; which must be a little heavy to be carrying around. But hey, it's Emme. "Spring would be lovely. It's been fun to watch dragons playing in the snow though. Especially little Yanijath." Amused, Madilla lets her mouth twist into a crooked little smile - she nods. "I understand," she agrees. "I do it, too, and I don't have anyone talking to me in my head." She gives the box of nails an idle rattle, examining it vaguely just in case there are screws hidden in amongst them. "Let's see what we can find then. Mm - it is nice. The dragons. And the children. Lily's old enough to really get a kick out of it all. I miss being warm, though, and the walk across the bowl between the complex and the caverns is trying." "Does Lily like playing with them? The dragons I mean. Rhaz gets a real kick out of the kids that climb all over him - he wouldn't mind a few more if Lily ever wants to join the crowd." Emme offers, absolutely pimping out her lifemate as the bowl babysitter dragon. "Mmm, yes. I expect it is. I really loved curling up at the nighthearth when we first got here, since it was nice and warm. But then, I didn't do much travelling between the complex and the caverns either." she admits, continuing to poke around in various baskets and boxes. "What brought you down here anyway? Maybe I can at least help you find something too." The box of nails is, disappointingly, tidy enough that there are no screws within; Madilla sets it back on the shelf and aims to dive in to another. "She does, as long as there aren't too many older, bigger kids. She's pretty fearless, though - nothing like I was at her age. Nothing like I suspect her father was like, either. Go figure. I bet she'd like that." The healer's smile is one of thanks, accompanied by a low nod. "I want some hooks. My room is a little crowded for three, and I thought it might help if we could hang things up more." "Hearing you talk about her - makes me miss taking care of the little ones." Pause. "Most of them anyway." Hey, she's being honest, evident by the wry tone used. "Hooks to hang things up... that's a good idea. I mostly tuff everything in a chest. Except the nice dress I have." Yeah, just one. ONE. "I think I came across some hooks over.............." her voice trails off as she heads further down the aisle. "Down here I think. In one of these bins." Madilla's second box is as disappointing as the first, and gets set back on the shelf right as Emme is heading further down the aisle. The healer follows, fingers trailing lightly down the boxes and stacks she passes. "Children are wonderful," she avers. "Even when you're sleep deprived and desperate. Mostly. I don't regret either of them for as much as a second. From what I've seen of weyrs, you probably have a good deal more space than I do, so perhaps there's less need?" "Perhaps it's just that I met very few 'men' I could stomach the idea of bearing children for. Especially since it was seen as a duty. I like the idea much more now that I'm free to choose my own mates. But if you'd said tha a couple turns ago, I probably would have snorted in disbelief." Emme tips her head in ackowledgement of space concerns next. "There is that. It depends on the weyr I think. My living area is more cozy then spacious. The large part is Rhazekth's wallow." An expression of triumph appears from nowhere as the brownrider snatches a screw from a small basket. Finally. "HAH! Found you. Now for hooks..." "I wanted them even when it was a duty," admits Madilla, quietly but with a definite note of earnestness. "And now... I wanted them even without a weyrmate or husband to call my own. It was worth it. Remains worth it." The healer smiles delightedly at Emme's success, turning her own attention to the boxes in front of her now, exploring one after another. "Cozy. That sounds lovely. I suppose Rhazekth needs more space, in any event." One of the boxes get shaken, then hunted through thoughtfully. "I admire you for that. Maybe even envy you for it." Emme's voice turns a bit quiet there, lips quirked maybe ruefully. "I think I wouldn't mind, now. But I've never felt that drive to be a mother. Many considered it to be a ... flaw. One of many." is joked. "Oh yes. The entire weyr is loaded with glass-doored bookcases. And these beautiful little glow holders that have copper and mica in them. I'm so lucky to have found it. There's even a little spot out on the ledge for me to put a few plants. It's enough to make one feel guilty, since there are so many with so much less." Madilla's opinion is stated in a quiet but firm tone: "There's nothing wrong with that. Not all of us do. I think it would be sad, having to have children if you didn't want to." She may not, from her expression, be able to grasp how that might feel - but she's sure, nonetheless. "Oh, that sounds /lovely/. I'm always amazed to hear of the different places people live. Some of the other rooms in the complex have windows, which I think is wonderful enough; ours is larger, but no window. It's a fair trade, I think." The healer and Emme are standing halfway down an aisle in the storage caverns, one devoted largely to odds and ends. "Don't get me wrong. I mean, I understand why we had to. I understood all of the rules and customs we were forced to enact. But, yeah. I think sad describes it pretty well." Emme finally agrees, more then pleased to change the topic back to living spaces. "I have to tell you, it feels like sheer luxury sometimes. I've a hearth with a skybroom mantle, and a real bed with a frame. I think I could spend all day up there and be happy - just maybe hungry. You're welcome to come up and see the place sometime. I don't mind showing it off." Toren ducks into the Storage room from the kitchen and he has his guitar in one hand. He's panting hard like he's been running and he listens against the door. He hurries into the stacks to hide and he turns down the aisle that Emma and Madilla are down. Just than there the door swings open from the kitchen with a loud bang, "Toren!" The call comes from the kitchen and Toren ducks down low. A black haired girl who's probably about 16 strides through the storage cavern towards the outbound tunnel and she's grumbling, "That harper boy promised me another romantic song." She continues to stomp though the out weyr entrance and Toren whews softly. "I'd love to see it," says Madilla, warmly. "It sounds lovely. Cozy. Particularly at this time of the turn." She rattles another box full of bits and bobs, then reaches for another, this time finding success. "Hooks! I knew there must be some here, some--" Her words are cut off my Toren's arrival; she goes silent at still, listening, and then, turning her attention towards Toren. It's only once his pursuer has vanished that the healer says, in a half amused tone, "You're in demand, young Toren." Toren shhs at Madilla, "Some girls can't take no for an answer. Romantic songs are nice, but playing 7 in a row is a little much." He looks around and he gets up to brush himself off, "How are you doing?" He smiles brightly as he's eager to change the subject. Madilla doesn't respond, immediately, instead waiting until Emme has excused herself and departed before she reports, "I'm well enough, thank you. I can see your dilemma. Do your hands get tired eventually, too?" As she talks, she's sorting through the hooks in the box she's carrying, selecting a handful to pull out and set aside, one by one. Toren smiles, "That's great to hear. Yah my fingers are sore and they all ready have calloused on them. I've been playing all afternoon. I'm tired, but the girl." He doesn't even want to say her name, "Can't take no for an answer." "Some girls, unfortunately, are like that," Madilla agrees, with a rueful smile. "At least you've escaped her for now. And if she finds you again, we'll just tell her I've asked you to help me with some things." She gives the box in her hand another thoughtful glance, and then adds, wonderingly, "You're settling in okay, though, I hope? Aside from girls like that one." Toren wells softly, "Damaris is mad at me cause I didn't accept that she was too old to be an apprentice, which I don't think she is, but she thinks she is cause her parents said so, which is just stupid so she slapped me a couple of times when I was drinking." That deluge of words gives Madilla pause, but once she's sorted it out in her head, she gives Toren a twisted little smile. "In which case, you've learned that that is a subject best left alone, I suspect? I hope, at any rate. We all need to make our own choices in life, I'm afraid, even if they're not ones the others around us think are best." Toren nods, "And getting slapped hurt, especially twice." He frowns, "My father found it hilarious." He shakes his head, 'Yah I'm not talking about it any more, or her parents, they were harpers too, but just left her. Isn't that horrible." He smiles, "Hey can I ask you something?" "I'm sure," says Madilla, sounding only slightly trouble. If her brow furrows further as Toren continues, she doesn't seem inclined to elaborate on why - in fact, she says nothing at all until that final question, matching it with a smile of her own. "Of course," she agrees. "What is it?" Toren smiles, "Do you know what happened between Fort Weyr and Southern Boll? I'm a harper and I have to find out the truth about things because that's what harpers do, I want to stop any rumors and falsehoods going around." The question genuinely surprises Madilla, who stops short in her box-sorting to turn her head and given Toren a funny look. "I've no idea, honestly," she tells him, after a moment of study. "Or - not more than anyone else. Just the rumours that get around. That Fort offended Lord Boll, mostly." Toren snaps his fingers, "Rats I was hoping you'd know. I met the Weyrleader yesterday, well I met him about a week ago when there was a big snow fight, but I didn't know he was the weyrleader at the time." He nods, "Yah I've heard there was a spy in Southern Bowl." "I'm afraid I'm not really the best person to ask about all things political. I think I recall hearing that some High Reaches riders were at the party where things-- went bad. But I don't know if I know who they were." Madilla's expression turns almost amused at mention of K'del, but rather than remark on it, she adds, "At any rate, it's been a few months, now, since it happened. I don't know if that makes a difference." Toren nods, "Well not that it's any of my business, but High Reaches Weyr did sort of get into some sort of agreement with Southern Boll, it might cause trouble between Fort Weyr and High Reaches Weyr." Madilla agrees with that with a short nod, but adds, after a moment, "Still, I'm sure your parents, and the other harpers at the Weyr are monitoring the situation." She glances down at the hooks in her hand, and then adds, "And I should get back to the infirmary, before I'm missed too much. Perhaps I'll see you later, Toren?" Toren nods a little bit, "Do you need help with those hooks?" He asks as he doesn't want to give up his protection from crazy fan girls. Madilla looks - reluctant, somehow. "I wish. Unfortunately, I won't be doing anything with them until I finish for the night. Why don't you sneak out the back entrance, and go hide in the records room or something for a while?" Toren smiles as he nods, "All right, thanks for the advice." He looks around and he starts to sneak out. Madilla's expression is amused as she glances after Toren. A moment later, however, she's turning and heading in the other direction, hooks in hand. |
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