Logs:Trading Notes
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| RL Date: 31 October, 2015 |
| Who: Jocelyn, T'gar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Rat asks to 'borrow' Jocelyn's notes. |
| Where: Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a
large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the
bowl's archway to the cavernous barracks at the back. None of the
furniture matches, either: it varies from big cushioned, claw-footed
chairs to those of plain wood, while the most seating is at the two stone
tables ringed by low and equally hard stone benches. Without the
tapestries that decorate many of the Weyr's other interior spaces, the
room always echoes with noise, no matter how few are there.
What it does have, however, are several colorful murals: on one wall, a
detailed diagram of a dragon's anatomy; opposite, next to a creaky wooden
door, a number of painted and labeled wing formations. Near the entrance
is a large-scale version of the Weyr's badge, while the back wall, by the
barracks, features a detailed map of the continent. The latter area's also
home to one big, beat-up couch, black or maybe blue -- the thing's so old
and filthy it's hard to tell, though it's certainly comfortable. The training room doesn't see much activity once lectures are over in the afternoon. Class is dismissed after an hour, and like many others, Jocelyn returns to the barracks for another round of feeding, oiling, bathing. Once Aidavanth is settled, however, she's reappeared in the adjacent cavern, taking a seat in one of the larger chairs with the apparent intent of reviewing her notes, head bending quietly over her papers. There's another weyrling tucked into a corner of the couch near the back doing much the same, forehead knotted with frustration as he counts idly on his fingers, mutters under his breath while crossing things off in his page margins. T'gar follows much of the same routine as the others, though his studiousness is accompanied by light scowls and an open reluctance. Once Asaroth is taken care of, he enters back into the cavern with a quick look around and his own notes tucked under one armpit. He shuffles in muttering to himself as he settles near Jocelyn, setting his notes down before him and not looking quite up to studying himself. Jocelyn's eyebrows knit into a little frown as T'gar's mutters approach, then stay nearby. A brief glance is flicked in his direction, pale eyes taking in the other weyrling's demeanor before they rest again on her own, precise handwriting. There's silence from her chair, save for the occasional rustle of paper against paper as she turns a page here, bends down a corner there to mark something for review. Eventually, a little clatter echoes as her pencil rolls to the floor; a swear escapes the redhead as she automatically bends to retrieve it, only to watch it roll to a stop by Rat's foot. After some moments, she manages an even, "Could you grab that for me?" Rat is eyeing his notes as though someone else had wrote them when he looks up in time to see one more weyrling enter the cavern with the same intention. Restless, he glances briefly over at Jocelyn when she's not looking at him and clears his throat as though the sound would make him focus more when she gets his attention. Bending over to see what has rolled by him, the look he gives her is one that is about to deny her.....but he scoops the pencil off the floor and doesn't quite hold it out for her to take. Not yet. Blue eyes narrowing as he points the pointy end right at her, "I'll trade you this for your notes," he declares, having apparently abandoned his own. Her pencil is now being held hostage. Steely eyes meet his squarely, dropping down to stare at the pencil point, then lift back up to its current holder. "Something wrong with yours?" Jocelyn tips a nod toward T'gar's abandoned notes, posture stiff as she turns back to her neat stack with a little sniff. Another page flips; she may not be completely at loose ends without that writing utensil. "I think I was thinking about ass when I wrote any of it," T'gar muses as he momentarily looks over the top page of his notes. "I was never good at writing stuff down. I left such-" fingers wiggling "-to my cousins. Either way, your must look better than mine. Take pity on a poor-but-handsome Bitran." Yeah, he's laying it on thick with his Bitran accent and his ready disarming smile. "I'll give you mine." As if that's incentive enough. Jocelyn doesn't bother to mask her eyeroll for that, lips pursing as she pauses halfway down her page, empty hand flexing open and closing immediately after. "I don't think that sort of material is going to be on our exams." It's matter-of-fact, even as she finally lifts her gaze to study the taller weyrling more sharply. There's no quarter for pity here, not in her expression and certainly not in the huffy exhale that follows. Flatly, "I won't give you my notes. I suppose, " and her tone turns reluctant, "I can look over what you do have and try to make sense of them to help you out, but you're doing your own writing." "What, asses?" T'gar hazards a guess as he sends a look her way. As for the rest, he doesn't interrupt Jocelyn as she speaks, seeming to give her words some thought before the pencil is being waved about in front of her. At the end, "There's enough work going around that to make more of it would suck," he states back to her. "You're not giving me your notes. Your trading them for the pencil you lost. A pencil you wouldn't want to leave in my care. Strange things happen to things in my care. Tell you what. Just let me peek what you got on the Weyr chain of command and I'll let this little thing go back into your care." Pencil rolls to his palm as it's now held out tantalizingly. Jocelyn's, "Unless you count some historical figures, " is dryly given in exchange for Rat's guess. Brow pinching as she momentarily glances past the object of their negotiations to the barracks beyond, she returns her attention to Asaroth's, mouth pressing thin. Fortunately for him, he isn't the only one who needs something from her. "Fine. It's the top section on this page, " which she holds out to him with an expectant look. "I need to take it back with me." Hopefully he can scribble quickly. "It'd make history all the more alluring, I'll admit it," Rat says casually as he moves his palm to roll the pencil back and forth on top of it. Jocelyn give in though and the smile he flashes her one of his boyish smiles as he takes up the offered section. He offers the pencil on over then as he says, "See? I'm a man of my word, Jocelyn. Best you remember that in the future, right?" he tells her with a pointed look. "I'm just going to look it over. My memory's pretty solid. Maybe Asaroth will help, too." Yeah right. Boyish smiles don't seem to make much of an impression on the former assistant headwoman, who meets T'gar's pointed look with one of her own. "Perhaps you are when it comes to study materials, " she says with a sniff, "but I've yet to be convinced of the rest, " since it's probable that both of their reputations precede them. Jocelyn's quick to reclaim her pencil, tap-tapping it impatiently against the remainder of her notes. "You don't say." That's incredulous, followed by a deliberately lighter, "Is he more studious than he looks?" Asaroth, presumably, but she could just as easily be meaning his rider. "You're a hard sell. I can tell," Rat notes aloud, shaking his head as he looks Jocelyn up and down. "Well, I'm one of those where first impressions aren't worth much. I'm a nice guy to the people that treat me right. I do wonder what it takes to convince you otherwise. Color me curious." He's looking over her notes as he rattles on - really, it's as though he's not memorizing at all. As for his bronze, there's a look back towards the barracks as he shrugs. "Probably more studious than me," is his answer, "when he feels like talking in words instead of nasty smells. He doesn't seem all that interested in the lessons, actually. What about that queen of yours?" he turns it back on her. Jocelyn's eyebrows lift briefly for his all-too-accurate assessment, but she lets his expression of curiosity pass without comment while observing the way he looks over the page she's permitted him to borrow. "Having bad odors in your head all of the time can't be pleasant." More measured, "Aidavanth probably should have been a harper in another life. She's very vocal, very clever. Eager to learn." She could simply be reciting a list of things to collect from the stores by her tone, which waxes impatient by the end of her description. "Consider yourself lucky, then," Rat tells her as he looks over the notes one last time and hands it right back to her as promised. "Not sure what mine would have been in another life. Likely one of those crazed watchwhers. With the eyes. Thanks." He nods toward the hide given back to her. "And here I thought you'd suggest something like a tunnelsnake." Jocelyn, drily as she takes that page back, filing it in its proper place among her other notes with crisp movements. "She appreciates you returning these so promptly, too." That must serve as some sort of farewell, for she pushes to her feet, sticking her pencil behind her ear. There's a curt nod for Rat before she exits into the barracks, leaving her seat free to be taken by another seeking somewhere to study. He's shuffling disorganized papers left and right as he plops down, giving T'gar an almost hopeful look. "Can I - " borrow your notes? Your pencil? There's the mere brow raise from T'gar as Jocelyn gets up from the seat and answers him, the man appearing amused by something. He looks about to answer, but there's a pause and the bronze weyrling chuckles instead and says, "Take it easy," in her wake before being assaulted by the request. His notes? "They're all yours," he offers him as he gets up and makes his own hasty exit. It's only on further inspection that only a couple sheets are filled with writing and the rest.....are blank. |
Comments
Edyis (23:24, 31 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Hehehe I loved this.
Alida (02:17, 1 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Settling right down to 'work,' eh T'gar? ;)
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