Logs:Rummaging
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| RL Date: 21 June, 2009 |
| Who: Delifa, Madilla, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova takes Madilla down to stores to find a masquerade costume, as a surprise. |
| Where: Storerooms, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 13, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| 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 days after the hanging and before the masquerade that marks the end of the Turn have been busy, and who would be surprised if a few more people than usual showed up in the infirmary with upset stomachs, headaches, or troubles sleeping? But after conferring with Delifa, a certain greenrider showed up about the time Madilla's shift was due to end, claiming a /surprise/... and out came the blindfold, all set to walk Madilla off to the storerooms and a /particular/ storeroom with chests of old clean clothes and re-used masks and such are set out for Weyr residents, nothing too costly, some of them with rips or stains or simply out of date in a way that wouldn't suit everyday wear but could look amazing at night under a masquerade's light. If she's only willing. "I'll be careful," Leova promises now, with what's not /quite/ a laugh. Is it any surprise at all that Delifa is delighted with the idea, that, when Leova shows up, she can't stop beaming? /Anything/ to require Madilla to have some fun, after all. "A surprise?" repeats Madilla, already sounding surprised, her gaze sliding from blindfold to greenrider to Journeywoman, and then back to the greenrider. "What for?" And, then, pulling her apron strings free, "I know you will; I trust you. I'm just... surprised." But she's not at all reluctant to be blindfolded, to promise she can't see, and then to be lead away from a fondly smiling Delifa. That Delifa gets a /wink/ of all things from the greenrider, and then it's Leova draping her arm about Madilla's shoulders and whispering instructions to go here, here, /there/, careful-there's-a-step, not-that-left-the-other-one, now-the-path's-going-to-go-up-a-little... and changing voices: from the infirmary through the inner caverns to kitchen smells that leave the greenrider with a couple meatrolls in her other, unseen hand, and then a quieter place, a little more chilly but not cold this far down into the rock and then... /then/ she pauses her with a low, "We're here," and moves to unfasten the knot behind the senior apprentice's head for the unveiling. The wink just makes Delifa grin, and she stands there, watching, until the greenrider and apprentice are out of sight. Madilla's head turns this way and that, apparently in some attempt to place sounds, and every so often, one of her hands goes out, gingerly, to feel around, though as often as not she finds empty space rather than wall (and thankfully, never random person). She's responsive to the instructions, and enormously careful with each step: slow, wary, but nonetheless trusting. Whatever she has gleaned from the listening, and the occasional snatches of wall, it hasn't been enough to give away their final location, because with the knot unfastened and the blindfold pulled away, she blinks rapidly, adjusting to the (relatively more) bright, as well as their location, in consideration. "The storer--" she begins, on obvious question in the words, though it gets cut off part way, as an open chest full of feathered masks, it looks like, catches her gaze. "/Oh/." The greenrider's voice is warm, bright, "Go. Rummage. Find something you like!" She's quick to head over to the masks, to hold one up for Madilla's attention, its many-colored plumes bobbing. Peeking through just one eyehole, beckoning the healer close with her free hand, "Anything in particular you always wanted to dress up as? Can't promise we have it, /but/... Or you can see what catches your eye." There are dresses on racks, skirts with them, belts for cinching, blouses, pants, scarves, wooly wigs... The greenrider's voice is warm, bright, "Go. Rummage. Find something you like!" She's quick to head over to the masks, to hold one up for Madilla's attention, its many-colored plumes bobbing. Peeking through just one eyehole, beckoning the healer close with her free hand, "Anything in particular you always wanted to dress up as? Can't promise it's here, /but/... Or you can see what catches your eye." There are dresses on racks, skirts with them, belts for cinching, blouses, pants, scarves, wooly wigs... The sight of Leova peeking through that one eyehole makes Madilla laugh, though even just working out where she is and - presumably - why has made her smile brilliantly. "I'd never really thought to," she admits, stepping towards the greenrider and the mask, then lifting her hand to run her fingers down the plumes. "Dress up, I mean. When I was little. Or now. But." That doesn't seem to mean she won't take great glee in it, now, not given the way she feels her way through a rack of dresses. One gets pulled out, a particularly hideous aquamarine one; she laughs again: "Someone paid for this, once?" Aghast. "No?" Leova stands back now that Madilla's moved from mask to dresses, watches her go at it with a quick smile. "Or maybe she shafted the weaver and /that's/ how it wound up here... no idea about fashion these days, but I don't like that one much either. Maybe the one behind it? That blue, with the puffy sleeves." Really, /really/ puffy sleeves. Madilla puts the dress back, laughing, as she turns her attention towards the one Leova has suggested. "Nor do I," she admits, of fashion, glancing back to grin at the greenrider as she pulls this second dress free, examining it nontheless with a critical eye. "Look at those sleeves! Nice colour, though. Bit low-cut, but... maybe with something else." She holds it up to herself, glancing down appraisingly. The greenrider loops a hand about the rack, narrows a look at the garment in question. "That's a problem?" Her head may still be tilted down, but her eyes lift, smiling. "Could stick something in it. A handkerchief or something. Or a whole lot of necklaces." "Noooo," begins Madilla, elongating her vowels, then looking rueful. "A handerchief," she repeats, then, looking pleased. "Or the necklaces. Yes, that could work." There's a flush of delight on her cheeks as she considers this, draping the gown over the rack so that she can concentrate on what /else/ she needs. "Thank you, Leova. For thinking of me." "Lots and lots of necklaces," Leova underlines at Madilla's expression, teasing, and promptly dons the mask so she can go rooting through dresses some more. Of course, the mask is upside down, which means that the greenrider has more of a feathery beard than a headdress when she peers through it to say, "Happy to! Now, hm, what about /this/ one..." and so on, and so on, until one of them has to go, or the healer finds just what she needs. |
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