Logs:Too Much Space
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| RL Date: 6 December, 2015 |
| Who: Jocelyn, Jounine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Headwoman Jounine and her former assistant inspect two ground weyrs. |
| Where: Weyrleader Complex, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 6, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Giorda/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Silva/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
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| A flurry of notes and messages on the subject has culminated in this: at an appointed time in the late afternoon, Jounine waits upon the ledge of the weyrleader's complex, somewhat out of place without clipboard or pencil to fill her hands. She presses both hands behind her back in lieu of other occupations, staring off across the bowl towards the gleaming lake, her back ramrod straight and her expression thoughtful. It's not surprise that she's the one waiting Jocelyn-- she communicated as much earlier-- but it may well be unusual to see her standing so still, not rushing in this direction or that. Jocelyn's communications have been prompt and terse with Jounine over the past month after beginning to serve as liaison for the headwoman and healer staff - and even regarding this matter, replies hastily penned between lessons, meetings, lectures. Her frustrations with her training have yet to tamper with her punctuality; it isn't a long wait before her stride carries her to the weyrleader complex, footfalls even. The tense knit of her brow smoothes once pale eyes alight on her former supervisor, and the weyrling's expression brightens a bit. "I hope I haven't disrupted your afternoon, " is her matter-of-fact greeting as she comes to a halt within speaking distance. "It's helpful to leave my desk from time to time," Jounine answers, the tilt of her head as much acknowledgement or greeting as the weyrling seems likely to get from her. "Besides, it's been a few turns since one of these weyrs was occupied, and it's about time we assessed its condition." She gestures towards the staircases upwards with a tip of one hand. "I don't recall Giorda making any efforts in that direction. Certainly I had no involvement." The look she aims at Jocelyn is one part question, one part thoughtful; perhaps Jocelyn was. Perhaps not. "The closest I ever got was noticing that the last person who did a work order for one of the unoccupied ground weyrs must have misfiled one of the reports, " sniffs Jocelyn, arms folding across her chest. "I don't remember what the date was on it, but 'a few turns' sounds about right." It's an appraising look that she aims down the passage toward the weyrs by force of habit, lips pursing briefly before relaxing into a wry curve. "I feel as if I should have brought a pencil and a blank assessment form." Jounine's not much of a laugher, but for that remark, that last one, she manages at least to crack a smile. "No, that will be for one of my assistants, once we've determined which of this you will not be occupying. Do you have a preference to what we look at first? There is," and she gestures, "the one Irianke used upon her arrival, or the one that Azaylia did. That one, of course, has a history. I understand a former weyrwoman took to it with a flamethrower when the Weyrleader was living in it." Jocelyn's wry, little smile widens a fraction for the appearance of Jounine's, and her hands drop to partially tuck into the pockets of her sensible trousers. "At least one of these won't have out-of-date assessments in its future." Was that a joke? She sounds quite in earnest about keeping her eventual space well-inventoried, casting another considering look toward the weyrs in question. "Azaylia's, " she decides after some moments, permitting herself a snort for that particular weyr's history. "I vaguely remember hearing something about that, although I was younger than Silva at the time. You hear of people with fiery wrath, of course, but usually not in quite so literal of a sense." Still, her nose wrinkles into a small grimace; clearly, her expectations aren't high despite the passage of a decade post-torching. "Before my time," admits Jounine of Tiriana, with a shake of her head that dismisses the one-time weyrwoman and her antics. "I don't quite understand why the weyrleader was sleeping in this weyr and not his own, but there we go." She ascends the stairs, one at a time, and gives a little sniff as she enters, white-washed walls around her. "I understand the smell of smoke lingered for quite some time." Another woman, a different woman, would segue from that into a comment about Hraedhyth's legendary fieriness, or the goldrider's unfortunate end; Jounine does not. "At least the dust-cloths were put in place. I hope everything of importance was cleaned out." Of the smoky scent, "I imagine it would have, " and Jocelyn's keen gaze flits swiftly over what's visible in the cavern as she follows in the headwoman's wake. "I'd hope that everything was replaced afterward so that it didn't bother the next occupant. Surely there isn't anything left from the original furnishings by this point." Even so, it's a dubious, assessing look that takes in the dust-covers, the outlines of what furniture was left behind to await the weyr's eventual use once more. Careful steps forward allow her to peer briefly toward the inner chambers and bathing area. There's a thoughtful frown before she heads to the doorway to better examine the dragon's portion of the weyr and the ledge beyond. It's a short inspection; her gaze isn't quite in focus when she returns, expression difficult to discern. "We'll have to see the other, " she pronounces with a small shrug. "The ledge, at least, looks well-placed to receive plenty of sun." A point in its favor, perhaps. Jounine presses her lips together. "I believe," she confirms, "that the interior was wholly refurbished following that incident. I do believe it must have been properly cleaned after Azaylia moved out, too, given her predilection for..." She doesn't finish the thought, but it must be obvious enough: skulls and bones and other such things. Her fingers twitch, as if she's increasingly regretting the lack of clipboard and pencil upon which to take note of what she sees, but that's not the point of this excursion, and so she gestures back towards the staircase. "The other, of course, was tenanted until Niahvth's most recent flight." Jocelyn takes one last, lingering look around, a faint noise of something given for the other woman's unfinished sentence. "Another cleaning probably wouldn't go amiss, " she opines as she heads for the staircase to begin walking to Irianke's previous weyr. Never mind that the space remains, at least for now, unoccupied. "This one, " she expects aloud, "should be a little - " And she pauses there, a few paces inside of the entrance to stare at the size of this particular cavern, eyebrows shooting up. " - fresher, " she finishes lowly, striding farther into the weyr to better take in the layout, attention lingering on that trap-door shape in the wall. Several more minutes are spent investigating the remainder of the weyr; there's a surprised cast to her expression by the time she emerges back into the outer chamber, blue-gray eyes flicking a sharp look toward the ledge. "There's enough room in here to house three people. I don't understand how one person would need this much space." Outside, there's the sound of something settling on the ledge, followed by the noise of talons on stone as the other potential occupant takes a closer look at the dragon's portion of the weyr. Jounine waits in the outer weyr section of this particular weyr, allowing Jocelyn the opportunity to explore without her presence. "You'll be a representative of the Weyr, when you're finished," the headwoman comments, dryly. "There may be occasions when you need to use this space to host others. Appearances must be kept up." Given the size of her own office and quarters, another woman might sound envious; Jounine, however, is calmly pragmatic about it. She casts a glance over her shoulder towards the ledge, but in a moment her attention is back upon Jocelyn. "We can replace any furniture that is lacking. And provide... whatever else you need. But, of course," she acknowledges, "You know that. This does appear to be in better condition, of the two of them." There's a decided frown for Jounine's practical, sensible advice for using all of this space, and Jocelyn's arms fold across her chest again as she takes another, longer look around that outer chamber. Reluctantly, "I suppose I should think of it more as having an office connected to living quarters - but this still feels entirely too large. Your office, for example, is a perfectly reasonable, suitable size for holding meetings and discussions." Still, she can't disagree with the headwoman's assessment, nod sharp. "It does seem that it would take less effort overall to make the space livable, despite there being more to clean with the larger set of rooms." An orange nose appears in the doorway to the ledge, followed soon after by much of Aidavanth's head, jeweled eyes spinning brightly as a pleased, small warble escapes. "I think this is more to her liking, too, " her rider relays, studying Jounine briefly after her lifemate appears. "She says that she's pleased to finally meet you." More briskly, "I'll probably spend some of my free time, " what little yet remains, "over the next couple of days deciding what I'd like to replace. If the armoire from my old room isn't being used, I - might like to have that. For the rest, " a shrug. "I'll have to take inventory and see if I want to swap any of the larger pieces with other options, maybe pull some smaller items from stores." Jounine is not warm, but certainly personable enough as she inclines her head towards Aidavanth's: "It is a pleasure to meet you, too, Aidavanth. I trust this will be satisfactory for you both." To Jocelyn, with whom it's plain she is a little more comfortable conversing, "That sounds acceptable. I don't believe that particular piece of furniture is being used elsewhere, but we can, of course, determine it. In the short term, shall I have linens delivered? I imagine you will wish to begin making this a home as soon as possible. A proper clean will likely still be in order, but..." It's liveable. Aidavanth's little rumble of a reply certainly sounds agreeable enough, head tilting downward just-so in what could very well be a nod of her own before she withdraws. As the sound of a strong downbeat signals her departure, her weyrling looks very much as though she's about to protest against having linens delivered, mouth opening and then closing just as quickly. "I don't mind picking them up within the next few days. It'll give me a chance to grab a few other, small things of high priority if I'm to begin living here shortly." A fresher, non-lumpy pillow might top that list. Jocelyn's, "We do appreciate that you took the time to help us out with this, " is awkward but no less sincere than what cautiously follows: "We'd be glad to have you come by sometime when it's more put-together, if you'd like." "Jocelyn," says Jounine, kind but firm. "Don't... we have staff for a reason. Your time can be better spent on other things." She's not going to push the issue, plainly, but those words do hang in the air between them for several seconds before she adds, "Of course. I'm glad to have been of use. Two birds with one stone, as it happens." Of the offer, she simply inclines her head, accepting it without making it anything more. "I look forward to seeing what you do with it. Shall I leave you to acquaint yourself properly with your space?" "It would be - pleasant, " Jocelyn settles for saying at some length, "to have a few minutes in which to do something for myself that doesn't have much to do with political tutelage." Something as mundane as picking up linens would, no doubt, be a welcome break from such things if her dry opinion is anything to go by. For the inquiry, there's a quiet exhale. "It'll really have to wait until after a study session, but I suppose there's little harm in making a quick pass of it. Some glows, for starters ... " Her 'quick pass' turns easily into three walk-throughs before the next hour is out, during which she may not take notice of Jounine's eventual departure beyond a wave for farewell. For some time after, the redhead leans against the entrance and just looks at the yawning cavern, expression broody when she finally does exit to rejoin the weyr proper. |
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