Logs:Fashion Preparedness
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| RL Date: 21 June, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, E'dre |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lilah and E'dre talk in the stores about this and that. |
| Where: Stores, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'stian/Mentions, Shevena/Mentions |
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Fort's Stores are made up of a series of caverns of differing sizes that
hold the vast majority of the Weyr's perishable and non-perishable
supplies. Accessible from both the Kitchen and the Tunnel to the outside
of the Weyr, these Stores are split into two levels, with the lower levels
dug down deep along a sloping passageway where it's always chilly for
perishables and the upper level containing mostly dry goods.
Second-hand clothing and linens as well as cleaning supplies are kept in
open storerooms. Several 'junk' rooms are also left unlocked with a 'free
to take' policy on items that are not in good enough condition to
requisition but not broken enough to throw out. The rest of the caverns
are usually kept locked and require permission from the Headwoman or the
storeskeeper on duty for access. The snow has been falling relentlessly all day and most of the residents and riders have settled to their wintery pursuits within the Weyr. E'dre is not often found in stores, not like in the past when he'd come down here and shuffle through extra cloth. He's currently taking notes on a pad and talking to a woman with a frown. "I could've sworn we had more of this," he tells her as he taps the end of his styllus against the clipboard. "Maybe I'm just assuming our status.. I don't know. I'll finish up here and see you tomorrow, all right?" The young assistant bobs her head and smiles brightly at the brownrider before she heads out of the stores. There is only so much egg watching that any one woman can take, and today Lilah has apparently reached her limit. It just so happens that looking for cloth is her excuse to get away, likely looking for something for the coming hatching and feast though she seems to have forgotten her keys. That is likely why the assistant's voice draws her towards their storeroom, catching sight of them both just before the young woman brushes past the goldrider with a polite tip of her head and a mumble of her title. But it's E'dre who gets the weyrwoman's focus, a dark weight of it as she questions, "Are you working for the Headwoman now?" E'dre swings his gaze around to level on Lilah with a frown. "Yes," he lies without hesitation, "I've decided I will take a stint working for every title in this Weyr. To remember my people and treat them better." His deadpan delivery still drips of sarcasm as he holds that clipboard closer to his chest. He tilts his head in the direction of the fabric pile. "I was looking at fabric here rather than Weaver. To make my girls new dresses for the upcoming Hatching." He lifts a brow at Lilah. "And your excuse?" "And when are you getting to drudge? I'd like to mark it down," Lilah counters with her own dry humor, a brow curving upwards as she meets that level gaze. "The same. Fabric, hatching. I'm not even sure what type of dress is appropriate to both stand on those sands while the eggs hatch and then attend a feast after." A buried worry may be caught as it reflects subtly in that statement, but the goldrider doesn't linger over it. She adds, instead, "It shouldn't be long." "You're going to make your own dress?" E'dre's words are out with the accompanying frown that shows his clear disagreement for such an attempt. "You should've had a dress commissioned at Weaver the day she clutched." He flicks his fingers towards the fabric and then looks back to Lilah. "All of that is fine for children but /not/ a weyrwoman." He may be trying to help her but it all sounds so condescending coming from his fatigued-driven commentary. It is apparent quickly that Lilah takes it as condescension by the way her lips thin into a firm line and her dark eyes narrow on the Weyrsecond, even before she snaps flatly, "No, I wasn't going to make it myself. I was planning on finding someone to do it, at least. And given that I have been stuck /here/ since she clutched--." She cuts herself off, shaking her head simply. "No one will care what I--." But even she can't finish that lie, since she again trails off to instead finish with, "The eggs and the dragons that hatch are the most important things." "As are the appearances people glean from us," E'dre advises, "How we look, how we act, all of it is on display that day." He moves past her and towards that pile of cloth, hefting bolts of it this way and that as he roots around within the pile. "Who were you going to request do it here? I suppose Hevana is decent with a needle, but shells, Lilah; she might need more time than you're giving her..," he continues to dig, seemingly nonplussed by her obvious displeasure with him. "Maybe someone can just get you a dress and you can have it altered." "I /have/ dresses," counters Lilah sharply, and despite the appearance of her worn grey uniform, she also continues with, "And I /do/ know how to dress myself appropriately. I didn't ask for a lecture." E'dre's answer to Lilah's lecture remark is to shove the bolts of fabric back against the wall in one forceful movement. "Sure you do. I've seen how very fashionable you are," he counters as he strides away from Lilah and seems to be heading towards the door. He pauses, looking at her sharply. "Have you noticed it seems off in here? Numbers aren't matching.. but, well, /you/ know what you're doing." The negativity is flying before E'dre even considers the consequences. /Someone/ must for E'dre is soon doubling over and dropping his clipboard to grasp on to the side of his head. "/Wroth/," he groans, "/Please/." It is likely that she's annoyed that Lilah's first response is to answer him with a dry, "You are probably counting wrong. I've seen how /smart/ you are." But, at that reaction, concern flickers across the goldrider's expression and she steps forward into the storeroom properly and towards E'dre. Though, when she draws close, it's only to reach for that clipboard and dust it off unnecessarily. E'dre remains doubled over and panting for a spell, too focused on the shooting pain in his head to stop or care that Lilah's gathered the clipboard with his notes on it. From the tallies of what went in and out of stores and today's count there are minor discrepancies that could be from clerical (and staff) error. E'dre's finally able to straighten as he gasps for a breath and wipes the beads of sweat off of his brow. "Sharding bastard," he snarls, looking towards the door, "he hasn't been that brazen in /turns/." He looks back to Lilah and tries to still his breathing as he apologizes, "I'm sure you can handle your own attire for the hatching. I apologize for sounding as if I doubted you." He winces, "For doubting you." There is barely a glance over those numbers or his notes; nor does Lilah seem concerned or appreciative for his apology, her focus instead on his previous statement as she clarifies with a tremor of true anger in her words, "/Wroth/ caused that?" E'dre seems surprised by her question and it shows as his brows shoot up. "He did," he states, rubbing at the side of his head with his palm as he tries to allievate the tension from his temple. "He was worse as a baby and doesn't usually blast me anymore." He taps the knot on his shoulder with a shaky, wry, grin, "this always helped keep him off my back." He drops the grin and reaches for the clipboard, suddenly wary. "I'll take that and leave you be." "He was /punishing/ you?" Lilah continues to ask, apparently unable to process this quickly in her surprise for the dragon's actions. "I swear to Faranth... You had better make it clear to him that if I /ever/ hear of him treating you like that again, I will--." Apparently she doesn't know what, too annoyed to finish that threat as her knuckles turn white around the clipboard. It may be hard to take it from her, at the moment. It does take a lot to make E'dre uncomfortable, usually he can brush aside such feelings with sarcasm and snark. With the pounding of his temples, the brownrider is having a far harder time of focusing on Lilah and defending himself. "I don't know if it's punishment so much as yelling /really/ loud and cranking himself up into a fit of rage that pounds behind my eyes." He tugs at the clipboard in a gentle reminder that it is his and without any real force behind it. "Do your best to quell him. It won't work." Lilah relents eventually and allows that clipboard to be drawn away, though her dark gaze only lingers on E'dre. She quips, tightly, "He hasn't ever had to deal with /me/ before." E'dre can't help the laughter, however sour sounding, that follows her statement. "You go ahead. I won't stop you." He settles that clipboard under his arm and reaches up to brush his hair back from his forehead with a sigh. "Really, though. I've got a lot going on.. but, you probably don't know, but I am well trained in dress-making. Give me some idea as to what you want and despite everything I have going on, I'll make a trip to Weaver and you won't be disappointed." His proverbial olive branch is extended with a weak smile. Lilah only tips her chin in a stubborn gesture that holds a hint of self-deprecating humor, though she says nothing further on the subject. It is his offer that surprises her and distracts her from the brown dragon, flushing slightly as she has to admit, "I don't know. Something that won't be hot on the Sands but appropriate for the feast. Something that is flattering for me." Though what /that/ would be, she doesn't clarify. "Color?" E'dre prompts, considering her with a professional and critical gaze. "You've a decent figure that'll look well in most styles. It's mostly the color preference I think and," he strides forward, moving to tap his fingers along her shoulders and briefly taps at her hip. "Yes, yes. It'll drape nicely on you. Igen styles always work best on the Sands. And it'd make you stand out here at Fort." "I like grey, but that isn't appropriate. Not for this hatching," murmurs Lilah in answer, her own thoughts clouding her expression to a distance even as she watches E'dre. She doesn't move away from the touch, holding still. Finally, she speaks up to say, "White. Like the Candidates." "With gray tulle underneath so that you're set apart - however slightly," E'dre offers, stepping back from her as he looks briefly down at the clipboard and makes a 'hmmmrrph' sound. "I'll go tomorrow. Can I take your measurements or do you know them? It'll be easier to go through the potential dresses to alter if I know your exact measurements." He shakes his head an grins at her, his headache finally subsiding enough his humor can surface. "I haven't thought of dresses on this level in a long time. It's too bad I don't have time to make it myself." He rubs at his neck briefly and considers the door. "What's C'stian going to wear?" "I don't have them," answers Lilah simply, her gaze dropping to the clipboard as well for a lingering moment when his does. He gets a study after, slightly suspicious, but she only dismisses his question with a flat, "I don't care; I am sure he can dress himself and that is enough." "Come and find me in the morning," E'dre tells Lilah, "and before I go about my duties I'll take them and head to Weaver. I am sure my friend will help me there last minute. Marks talk though," E'dre hints, lifting a brow at her. "How much are you willing to spend?" He shakes his head at mention of C'stian and waves his hand, "I'm not going to be bothered to dress him too." "Whatever you think is appropriate," is how Lilah answers that, gaze sliding over E'dre one last time. And apparently, that will have to suffice as a goodbye on the goldrider's part, because she is turning on a heel and moving from the storeroom a moment later, leaving everything in E'dre's hands. |
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