Logs:All In The Family
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| RL Date: 15 March, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo checks in on how Sabs is doing, and what she's seen and heard. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 26, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Heavy Rain |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Xhaeon/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions |
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| 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.
By the amount of time Sabella spends wandering the lower caverns, you'd think she was plotting some sort of quick escape route. And perhaps she is. Her fingers trail along the shelves and the sound of voices draws her to the cavern that Jo and Pracor are hanging around in. She idles in the entrance allowing her eyes to trail from the floor to the ceiling before eventually settling her gaze onto the other candidate. It's no secret that she's not as absorbed into their little group as the rest of them seem to be. Maybe it's because she came later or maybe it's something else. Either way, it's a moment before steps through and forms a smile on her face. "Hello, Jo." Pracor is given a quick look and a brief wiggle of her fingers. Hello to him too. With Sabella arriving, whatever was on Pracor's lips die while Jo, turns at the greeting. "Oh, hey," she gives, one of her quick smiles coming to the fore as recognition dawns in her gaze. "Sabella, right? Seen ya around back home along with their lot," and she jerks a chin Pracor's way. "I see they gave ya the white knot, too. Convenient." There's a secret little smile to appear while the male candidate pushes himself up from his lean and states with a nodded greeting in Sabella's direction, "I'm a-go see if Sybile needs anything." The bluerider watches him shuffle out with those words before she's focused on Sabella once more and steps away from the basket as she comments wryly, "Gonna need to go out and put a wager on ya, girly-girl." Her teases come easy, having taken in how the young woman looks and is dressed. "Best you do that." Sabella comments to the other candidate as he slips out of the room. And there's something in the tug of her lips, the way she glances him over before turning to the shelves. "That's me." She answers easily now, pulling a box towards herself and peeking in it. Slipping one slim hand inside she begins to rummage around. "Along with them, but never quite with them at the same time, yeah? I'm surprised I ended up here at all sometimes." Something is pulled from the box, a flowy sort of shirt that she pins to her body. Her smile returns and she looks curiously over to Jo out of the corner of her eye. "And what sort of wager would that be?" "I could swear he has a thing for Sybile," Jo comments in Pracor's wake, seeming to find the matter somewhat amusing. "Even back home I've caught them together more often than not." Pause. "So yer keepin' apart from the pack?" she asks now on something Sabella says, setting the basket back on the shelf. "Be nice to have someone at yer back though, right? Don' gotta be that lot, even though they would be easier than the others." Eyes take the young woman in, then the box she's rummaging in before she tacks on, "Why surprised? Seem like ya have just as much a chance as they do." She regards the shirt and shakes her head, but it's to the question asked that she answers with words. With her dark gaze looking her up and down for a moment, "I'd bet wagers on blue and green for ya," she decides, as if the conclusion was an easy one for her. "Don' know ya well enough to narrow the two to one, unless, there's insight ya wanna give me on yerself. If I'm right, I'll give ya a percent of the profit." She looks expectant, hands to hips. Her eyes slip past Jo to the exit once again, "I think Sybile makes certain he has a thing for her. Whether it's completely mutual may be up for debate." Turning away from the shelf she seems to be contemplating that blouse, picking at a loose thread from the seam. "I keep an eye on Canie. But the others, well. I'm not sure that Syb really appreciates me being around and I don't find her particularly entertaining. So." Sabs smiles ruefully and folds the blouse over, tucking it under her arm. "On the sands, sure. It's the coming here that was a surprise." She leans her back into the shelves, free hand going back to grab at the wood and help her balance. "I don't know anything about dragons, honestly. Is there something that makes a person more appealing to one than another? Maybe I could provide you with information if I knew what I was looking for." Her smile turns cheeky. "A percent? I can't turn down some unknown quantity of marks, now can I? Alright." "Ya can keep an eye on the things that girl lifts, perhaps," Jo is easy to quip on Canie, though there's no disapproval nor admonition present in her. "Just make sure the liftin' don' land the lot of ya in trouble, hm? Even I had to learn how to keep my head down well into weyrlinghood." Then, "Ya don' like Sybile much," she now observes, that smile spreading close to a smirk. "What, ya stole a boy she fancied? Or is it that she's a bit of a brown-noser?" Even the bluerider has noticed, apparently. Turning to the matter of the sands as she dips into her pocket for something and moves over to offer it to the firelizard nearby, "To be honest, I'm not sure what it is that draws a dragon," she admits dryly while she feeds him. "They don' seem to discriminate between those like us, and those not like us. Lanvec perhaps seems to think there's a science to it, but, if there is the beasts are keepin' that secret to themselves." Stepping away to face her, leaning up against the boxes like Pracor had been, "I saw that pushin' folks outta the way didn' matter," she notes, presumably from her own hatching. "Those of us that didn' Impress either went back or stayed on here, like Dov did. He was of the opinion that ya can bully a hatchlin' into Impressin' ya. Ya saw how that turned out for him." To the last though, there's a snort and a wry, "That's if ya help me out with my wager." "Oh, she hasn't picked up anything that would get her in trouble. I think she just does it to practice and she's so cute and friendly, they don't know what to make of it anyway. Especially the guys." Sabs response is full of fondness and no sense of real worry. Whether that's wise or not, well. "Sybile? A boy that I liked?" She tips her chin back and laughs, smile turning more towards a smirk. "No, nothing like that. The other thing. I don't like over-over-achievers. You're either good at a thing or you're not, no need to drive everyone else insane around you. Not that she isn't clever and it works well enough for the others." Her green eyes track Jo as she moves about, attention shifting to the little bronze firelizard. She winces a little when the conversation turns to Dov and hatchling bullying. "Maybe there is. A science. But..." She certainly doesn't know what it is. Helpfully and with a bemused expression, "Well I can't help you out if you don't tell me what you need to know to help you tell the difference." The fondness for Canie seems to be a mutual thing, for Jo is harboring that on her face, too, like Sabella. "She'll be great in a heist one day, should she not Impress," the convict rider admits, dark eyes seeking out towards the entrance as if making sure the two of them alone - the kind of conversation they were having... "Even on a dragon, she'll be useful. Ya all would be. That's why ya were chosen." She evens seems to be agreeing on Sybile, for there's no words to come forth to object. "Yer helpin' me now," she answers on the last now, turning to grab up a shorter stack of crates to sit on, facing the candidate. "Yer talkin'. I don' really hang with ya lot back at Greenfields, but in case ya Impress, I should know about ya so I can report back. Think that's all it takes, really." Nodding towards her, "So besides our own," meaning Sybile and them, "yer gettin' by with the others alright? Any of them of note ya wanna bring to my attention?" for surely, this was her way of studying the other, her piercing gaze staying on Sabella's face along with a small lingering grin. "She's a quick little girl." Sabs seems to able to appreciate this. "And she's not full of crap." That she seems to care for even more. A hand roughly pushes hair out of her face and she keeps her own eyes focused solely on the bluerider now. Curious, an eyebrow arches interestedly at her. "What do you report back to them? Sabella doesn't work well others?" Her smile flashes then, not wholly serious on that last. "Oh, I get by with the others just fine. For the most part they're a delightful group of people, they like me." There's a brightness to her gaze now and her shoulders lift, her chin tipping upwards. "Any of them? There's a guard from Pars Hold, overly sure of herself. I've seen a Harper amongst them. Quite a few crafters, actually. Mostly Smiths- Maybe they're stealing Lanvec's idea?" Sabella displays a face full of mock worry before settling down again. "One of the Smith's is interesting. His family too. Well connected." "As opposed to one certain raven-haired girl that over achieves too much?" Jo counters on that first, the tease almost involuntary from her lips. When Sabella questions her on what she reports back, this time there's a cheeky smile from her that's full of suggestion and a brow waggling. "I could just tell them ya got a cute little ass and leave it at that." She could be serious. Could be. "They just wanna know how ya all doin' here. Makin' sure yer settlin' in fine, keepin' yer head down and yer mouth shut on certain things that don' have anythin' to do with anybody. Like what we do. Like who we are." There's almost a significant look, a warning, couched in with her easy banter and her easy smile. She falls silent when Sabella lights on those she's talked with, the first one getting an idle nod and a, "Alida. I know that one. I got more 'dissatisfied' than overly sure from her. I know of a Xhaeon and a Nicky, too. Met those. Who's the one that's well-connected?" That one might get mentioned in her report, in other words. "Yes as opposed to her." Sabella's mouth quirks and she narrows her eyes in mock irritation at the tease. Her expression soon smoothes out and the joke from Jo does something to ease the tension from her shoulders. "Well, you write down whatever you need to write down. But I'd like to think I'm more interesting than just a cute ass." That warning, hidden amongst the friendly conversation doesn't go unnoticed by the girl. And perhaps it brings a sobering light to her eyes, even if that never reaches her bright smile. "Overly sure. Maybe cocky? I don't know, she doesn't really talk all that much. I haven't spoken to her yet personally. It's the best read I could get from a distance and talking with others." There's an apologetic shrug for lack of corroborating information. "Xhaeon. I think it's a grandfather with the Harpers and... a Master for a father in the Starsmiths. He has a pulse on his situation, he doesn't just let the current take him. Not like some of the others." There's open laughter now to Sabella's first two responses before she counters with a blithe, "The report can be changed," as if such a report was already written on her. "Ya might have a knack for gettin' close to people, like I do. That would be somethin' our uncles would want to hear." She doesn't look all that surprised to hear about the Pars guard though she remarks, "Find common ground with her, and ya may find a less colder guard. That goes for anyone, really. It tends to work the best for me, even when the common ground found happens to be genuine." To hear that it's Xhaeon with the connections, it's clear with that nod of her head that she's mentally filing that piece of news away. "Yes, I got that from him, too," she murmurs her agreement on the assessment, approving. "He's secured, no matter what happens on the sands. Another one with possible potential, though not likely to our cause." She falls silent to mull that over, her gaze not quite on her face until she focuses and prompts, "And have ya been talkin' with others beyond the barracks? Riders, the Weyr residents?" "Well, you don't get to fix up Lady Greenfields' hair if all you do is trip all over your own two feet when you talk." Sabella smiles impishly and seems pleased with Jo's assessment of her. Like she really needs the extra ego boost. She sighs on the subject of the guard and scuffs her boot against the ground of the stores. "I know that you're right. And I do try to do that with other people, but I just haven't been able to bring myself to do it with her." At any rate, she's back to the subject of the other candidate. "Maybe. I... might have lifted his sketchbook to see what was in it. You know, for fun. But he figured out it was missing before I could get it back to him." She waits a measured beat to catch what the bluerider's reaction might be. "He wasn't as upset as you'd imagine. So perhaps he's not as set in stone as you might think." As for the rest, she gives a quick shake of her head. "No, not anyone worth talking about at any rate. This place isn't very settled though, is it?" "Ya fix hair, eh?" Jo asks casually, running a liberal hand through her own wild hair. "Ya must think mine's a rat's nest, then." The fact that it remains to be so probably says something about it. "But yes, ya might have that edge to ya. Ya certainly have the face," she observes, head tilting slightly as she openly studies her. "Bet ya can rub shoulders with the fancy ones along with the dirty, which is a plus for our family. I'm far too rough-lookin' and rude to be seen among the clean sorts for too long, but you? I think we chose well." She then appears amused on the talk of the guard, but it's on the smith and Sabella lifting the man's book that has her attention. Instead of any lectures or sternness, "What was in the book? Anythin' of use?" is what comes from this thief's lips. Upon hearing that Xhaeon wasn't upset, among else, "Hmm. Maybe cuz he figured he'd hunt ya down anyway, darlin'," she says on his not being angry. "But if he's of interest, keep an eye on him, ehh?" Sabella's last has her shaking her head slowly before she answers back, "No, it's not. Good for us, not so much for the those here in the Weyr. Makes people talk. Makes them say things they would have otherwise kept to themselves. It's good time to keep yer ear to the ground. At least, we have Taikrin. Despite what some back home may think, I still think she's one of us until I see otherwise." "I do. For now anyway." Sabella's eyes light onto the wild mess that's the bluerider's hair and she laughs. "You could use a cut and something to condition it. But I gather that's not a priority for you? Obviously my services are always open to you." The open assessment warrants a lift of her chin, perhaps used to being inspected by other people at this point. She's demure on the full extent of her mingling ability, "We all have our talents. You have your own I'm sure or else you wouldn't be around still." She releases that grip on the wood behind her, letting it fall so she can cross her arms over her chest. "No top secret notes unfortunately. Just an expression of skill that was enough to make me envious." Her smile is rueful now and she blows a bit of hair out of her face. "I suppose, I get the impression he doesn't rile easy. Anyway, of course. I planned on it." Mention of Taikrin pulls her mouth into a thoughtful line. "Better her than some other foolish person who would want to clean house all hasty like with delusions of grandeur." Jo laughs a bit and ruffles a hand through her own hair briefly, which makes it worse, likely. "Ahhh, doesn' seem to make me look bad to the ladies and gentlemen around here," she says with that rakish, cavalier smile of her. "I might let ya do somethin' with it, one day." On talents though, the woman's cocky enough that she drawls out, "I'm the shit, darlin'. Regardless of what anyone here or back home might say to the contrary. Ya just keep a mind of that." Nope, no ego problem here! On the smith candidate, she nods to the settled matter of keeping an eye on him and with her last on the leadership, "If we can get more of us in higher positions, it would be more favorable," she admits. "If we can get more of us on dragons. Seems like all we've got to rely on here is pure fuckin' luck. I don' like those kind of odds." "I'm sure but you could sti-" Oh, there's surely no point in arguing with her on the subject of hair. Sabs sighs and stares at her helplessly as she ruffles it up even more. If her fingers twitch, well. That just can't be helped and she does keep them to herself. "You'll have to let me one day. Maybe before something big. I could fix your hair all-" She catches herself again and schools the expression to something more appropriate. After all, at the end of the day she still is just a nineteen turn old girl. There's a carefully crafted smile of amusement for that display of Jo's ego. "I knew I was going to enjoy being here." That last has her sobering again. "Don't they have that... leadership program for the weyrlings? It'd be less pure fucking luck getting riders onto dragons and into higher positions, if we had more leader-ly looking prospects." The girl glances down at her fingernails. Nonchalantly, "Less Pracor types. More Sybiles and Sabellas." Wagging a finger in mock-tease, "Like a hatching feast, or somethin'?" Jo catches those words from Sabella, the short bark of laughter ending that statement. "Maybe. Kait might stuff me into a dress again like on turn's end, so, if yer ain' attached at the hip to a beast and I happen to be in the Weyr when those eggs crack...yer not thinkin' to make me look all..." and she's eyeing the candidate suspiciously in the pause. Pretty? Girly? "Respectable," is the word she ends up going with. "I ain' tryin' to impress anybody. Well, there might be a few, but...or one, but...Yeah, it's not all bad here," she's latching onto that statement now with clear of her throat. "Took me awhile, but I grew up holdbred despite my dealin's." Talk of the leadership program has her frowning somewhat as she recalls it, and for the last, there's a little smirk towards the candidate as she states, "Hey, I'm bettin' Pracor gets bronze, and he better! We need some clout with those traditional shits here and they're still grumblin' about Taikrin takin' the Weyrleader knot. They can' talk if it's a face they'll approve. Just the business of it, darlin', I don' make the rules." Although, after a breath, "We could use more Sybiles. More Sabellas," she seems to agree with that little infectious smirk of hers. "Sybile's talents seem to lie in persuasion, so if her type happens to Impress..." Yeah. Oh, that's a real possibility? Those delicate hands of hers twitch again and her eyes light up. "If I don't impress when those eggs hatch and you're around, I am so finding you. And I am so fixing your hair up. You can't stop me. I don't care how amazing you are." Sabs might even tap her boot on the ground of the storeroom for that, as if it settles the matter. And, "...Or one?" Her smile turns to a smirk and she lifts her eyebrows. It's a totally girlish knowing look, but she doesn't press the bluerider for details. Even if she'd probably love to. She blows that piece of hair out of her face again. "That's fine and all but just because he might end up on bronze doesn't mean anything. If he had a more respectable face and looked less like a criminal he'd have a greater chance of getting into the program. And being trusted. And moving ahead quicker." Her fingers tap against her arms, "Stupid Weyr and its damn archaic rules." Then she's casting her gaze quickly to the door and back to Jo again, her smirk returning. "I'm better than her. I just have to operate differently." Scowling at Sabella, "Just...don' get all carried away and make me all..." and there's a circular flutter of fingers on one lifted hand, as if that was a word and not just a gesture. "I've got a rep to hold onto. If I end up with holders complimentin' me, I'm outta there." When Sabelle picked up on that dropped moment of her being flustered, there's that expected brush-off of a brazen snort and, "Ahh, such things would bore ya to tears. Wager ya probably got enough drama yerself, pretty thing like ya." On Pracor, her words on the male candidate has her smirking a bit and arching brows at her. "Ain' about the face, darlin'," she says, then. "It's how he plays his cards. There's more than one way to rise in this place, program or no. Get in with the right people" She doesn't need to finish that, for the look on her face says it all. Eyes flicking briefly towards the entrance, "Anyway. Might be, somethin' can be done about those damn archaic rules. Bet Taikrin might have somethin' up her sleeve. Might be Brieli, too. And it remains to be seen if ya are." Better than Sybile, she leaves off, but it's openly implied. "I like yer attitude, though," she notes, nodding. "Looks like yer more than a cute ass, after all. Ambition always looks good on a person." Sabs laughs brightly and shakes her head. "No, no. You won't look respectable, you've got that dark, sexy look going for you. I work with what have, I don't make up something that doesn't fit." As for her being bored to tears, she just lifts one eyebrow archly at the other woman and smirks. "Whatever you say. But I don't have any drama." However, she's so totally amused by that brush-off. Further talk of Pracor gets an indignant little sniff from the girl and she rolls her eyes up to the ceiling. Her opinion on the other candidate probably doesn't need to be stated for it to be obvious to Jo. "Hopefully. Hopefully Taikrin can hold onto it long enough to get something done for us. At least those bronzeriders seem to have backed down for now." That's something anyway. Oh, the ego. It's possible that it gets a little more puffed up when the bluerider makes her assessment, even if it doesn't include being better than her rival. She smirks and lifts one shoulder. "I try to be more than a piece of ass, yes." Now it's Sabella's turn to lay on the ego boost, which Jo seems to be enjoying with her sage nod and her brisk, "Well, since ya put it that way." She seems mollified on getting her hair done now, at least. There's low laughter on the acting Weyrleader getting things done as she pushes herself to her feet and answers, "Yeah, or they've stepped back to regroup. Don' matter though. She's got us backin' her, and that includes the lot of ya, too." She turns to collect up the bronze firelizard who settles within her jacket before she turns to face her and continues, the chuckle marking that last before she states, "Might be an asset ya wanna use, too. Just sayin'." Yeah, because her counsel so far has been sound. Right. Stepping away, "Anyway, Tac calls. Need to head out of the Weyr. This helped with my report back home," she notes with an easy nod of her head. "Helped with the wager, too," she adds meaningfully. Sabella's mouth curves, could be there's a hint of dangerousness there as well. "As if I haven't already?" Her eyebrow lifts until she lowers it again. When she pushes off of the shelf, her cheerful look is back. The one that the rest of the world gets. The candidate smoothes her hair out and begins to take a path that will lead her further into this cavern. "Have a good night. Say hello for me, to anyone that I might know. If you see them." It's a sentiment that doesn't seem to carry much actual weight. Before making her own disappearance though, "I look forward to my portion of your earnings on my behalf." That garners an amused smile and then she's gone in a whish of skirts and the click of her heavy boots. To that, and the hint of a smile that dances with it, Jo can give a knowing look to it. "Only natural," is all she says to that, and then she nods briefly on the rest, the convict rider's direction going towards the entrance. "Let M'ron and Kait know if ya need anything'? Need me, even?" she notes with a pointed look. "They're around a lot more than I am, and they're the ones tasked with lookin' after ya lot. Still, though. I'm available if ya have matters that shouldn' concern them. Business, or otherwise." She lets that linger between them before she then addresses the last on wagers, that laugh swift and bold as she heads out herself. In her wake on earnings, all that's left behind is a deadpan, "Impress, first." |
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