Logs:Personal Quests and Discoveries in the Stores
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| RL Date: 22 August, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, G'vri |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Dee and G'vri are on separate missions in the stores and their paths cross. Discoveries are made and sentiment shared. |
| Where: Stores, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Gavrik/Mentions, I'dro/Mentions, Zennia/Mentions |
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>---< Stores, Fort Weyr >----------------------------------------------------<
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. Dee's escort into the stores is attentive but not inhibiting. The stores assistant holds a clipboard and stands off to one side of the rows where the young goldrider is in the process of rooting through (unfolding and folding again) the supply of throw blankets and other linens, a basket on the floor for those few things she's chosen thus far (serviceable green sheets and a couple of blue throw pillows that look in need of restuffing. Dee shakes out a blanket that links blocks of yarn in geometric patterns, an assessing look to her features, though she seems to be having trouble seeing enough of it as she stretches her arms and tries to look at it down the length of her frame. It's the assistant who G'vri happens upon first, or possibly re-happens upon, pausing to exchange a few words about something or other before he continues around and down the row where Dee is rooting through blankets. He has his own armful of things; a few shirts and a pair of trousers that seem much too small for him. It's the blanket the weyrling is holding up that catches his attention before he realizes who's holding it as he comes closer. "Dee," he says, surprised. "Need a hand? Might be easier to look at if I hold it." Dee's attention was so intent upon the blanket and her attempt to take it all in that G'vri's voice draws surprised eyes. "Sir," and the clumsy salute takes the blanket to her forehead rather than dropping it away. "Please, if you wouldn't mind? I think I understand why people move in together-- it's impossible to choose things without second opinions or sometimes without being able to get a first opinion." She glances with a brief and mild show of temper at the basket and linens as if it had made itself difficult for choosing on purpose. "You don't need to do that," G'vri says, waving off her formality as he sets aside the shirts and trousers so he can take the blanket from her. "Not sure it's any easier with someone else, though. You need someone objective." Like him, evidently. "Someone who has an eye for that sort of thing." So... maybe not him. He's good for holding up the blanket and stepping back so she has a better view of it, anyway. "I like it." "It's better than the girly rainbow one that's in there now," Dee admits, stepping back to get a better look at the whole picture his assistance revealed. "Too... organized, I think. I wish I could find something with flowers." Perhaps it's odd that rainbow is too girly, but flowers are fine, but if it is odd, Dee doesn't seem to notice the contradiction as she moves to take up the opposite ends such that she may help fold the blanket back up. "Glad you happened by to help, at any rate." She offers the blonde man a smile. "Do you like green for sheets? The ones in the weyr were pink." It doesn't seem to be a true distaste of the color, but perhaps not her first choice. "You could have something made, you know. You're all important now." In case she's forgotten and needs to be reminded of her privileges. G'vri assists with the folding, glancing over where the sheets in question currently are. "Green is a good color. It'd go well with a blanket of flowers. Can't blame you for wanting to replace pink. Mine're just white." Everything goes with white. "You notice anything else worthwhile in there? Are sheets a weird weyrwarming gift for someone?" The last might be a little more odd of a question, but he suddenly seems unsure of the idea. "Still an apprentice turned weyrling," Dee answers G'vri with a chew of her lower lip that has more thought behind it than what comes out. "Maybe after a time as a junior, but..." She gives a little shrug of her shoulders. "I'm sure there's something here. And I'll use the pink and rainbow if I have to, just-- it doesn't feel like home, you know?" She reaches a hand up to push through her hair as she considers his question. "I suppose they're a little weird unless you're going to spend time with the sheets? Otherwise, it seems like the kind of thing parents give, not friends, but I might have that wrong too." She reaches a hand up to rub across her face. "Maybe my mother would send me some of my things from home, only the bed is bigger here so I'll have to get new bedding anyway." Something about that seems to agitate her a little, but she doesn't add more for the moment. "What you were doesn't matter as much, Doll. You're a goldrider now. Not sure there's much point in being humble about taking advantage of it." G'vri offers her a smile, as understanding as he can be given their rather different colors of dragons. "I think I'd plan on spending time with them. Does that make me selfish? Wanting decent sheets in all the beds I spend time in?" He seems amused by the idea more than put off. "Anyway, if you don't want to wait for all that, I could hop over and get it for you. I can probably manage without her getting the wrong idea. Unless you'd like me to give her the wrong idea." Sometimes that's fun. "Goldriders aren't made of marks," Dee protests with a brief flash of annoyance that isn't really directed at G'vri, so much as perhaps the idea of goldriders on the whole. "We get paid a salary, too, and sure, it's bigger than most peoples, but--" She gives G'vri one more look and then throws up her hands, leaving him to hold or drop the blanket as she turns away. "No," is an abrupt answer as she turns back. "Wanting decent sheets where you're going to sleep or-- not sleep-- isn't selfish. No more than me wanting something less pink and rainbows, though maybe try to consider her tastes in your selection," she makes gesture to the sheets. "Maybe she'd like my pink ones," she suggests in a way that might be a tease but knowing Dee is also a genuine offer. Probably, the pink ones are good quality in the very least. "My mother would swat you and I think you know it, for the wrong idea. She'd probably have to make a trip up here herself to sit me down and talk to me about bronzeriders. I'm half surprised she hasn't shown up to do that yet. Still, if you would pick up some things for me, I'd be grateful. It would be nice to have some things from home." Home, which in this case, still means Southern and carries a wistful edge. There's a small sigh when Dee drops her part of the blanket, and a flicker of concern in G'vri's eyes as she turns away. He finishes folding it before setting it aside. He lets her finish talking while he watches her with slightly furrowed brows and a smile that only pulls at part of his mouth. "I'm sure she knows I'm harmless. Mothers have a way." He might have experience? Regardless, G'vri goes back to the sheets with a slightly rushed, "She-- He probably wouldn't care what the sheets looked like so long as they felt nice and I promised to share them." There's a legitimate pinkening around the bronzerider's ears, but fortunately the lighting in here isn't the greatest. "I'm happy to grab anything you need from home." He says it like he'd go back for any reason. To be home again. "Oh," is Dee's surprise. It's not judgment, so much as pure... surprise. "Oh," her brow furrows and she looks at G'vri as if seeing him as the man he is and not just Rik's older brother for perhaps the first time. She has an answering blush. "Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. I just remembered that one girl you used to-- when we were younger and--" She's doing a tremendous job of expressing herself, of course, so her blush deepens. "Sorry." She mutters in the end, chin tilting with her glance down toward the floor. Her surprise and blushing and presumed discomfort is apparently not something G'vri is immediately prepared to handle. He does a great job of looking uncertain for several moments, then jumps into, "No, no. It's fine. And you're not wrong. I'm just as, uh... fond of shes, too. More than fond, really." Hopefully he's a better lover than speaker. But maybe Dee shouldn't think about that, either. "Sorry." Then as if to change the subject he asks, "You think Taeliyth would let you come with us to Southern? You could always pick out what you need yourself." "Oh!" It's a new oh, and a new layer to her blush. Dee shakes her head, "It's-- really not my business, really, I mean-- you're... Rik's older brother," it's a babble, a blurt. She laughs, something that's between laughing at herself and embarrassment. She goes with the change of subject then, the topic sobering her, "I'm-- not ready to go to Southern, if we're being perfectly honest." Since it seems they're on that trend for the moment however inadvertently. "I'm not the girl that left there and I don't feel comfortable in my skin yet. But-- thank you, for offering." The laugh, however it ends up coming out, sets the bronzerider at some sort of ease. G'vri's smile is more relaxed, if a little embarrassed for his own sake still. "It's okay. I don't mind getting what you need on my own. Rik will probably be glad to hang out for awhile." G'vri is an optimistic person. "If you change your mind, before she can go herself, just let me know, okay? We're practically family here, so don't be shy." His smile tries for reassuring before his attention returns to the sheets. "I should probably pass on the pink sheets, anyway. Probably too big for his bed." He starts to reach for the clothes he'd set aside when he first came over, offering, "I'll let you get back to it. My input's just as good as none on these things. But take care of yourself, Dee." "Family," Dee considers the word but doesn't immediately reject it. "Family is complicated," she sighs, one hand moving to push through her hair before she looks back to G'vri, "Kindred, maybe. A better word, something easier." She turns to back to the shelves letting a hand drift down the possibilities, looking for something likely. "I'm sure he'll like whatever you get him," she adds, one briefly curious glance given his way but not something lasting. "I'll let you know if I change my mind," is last, but the tone implies a change of heart is unlikely. "Clear skies, Gav. I'll send word to my mother and let you know when she's ready to have things picked up for me. Thanks again." The last might sound a little lame, but it's heartfelt before she's turning her attention back to the task at hand. "As you wish," he says with a flicker of a smile before it fades again. "Maybe I'll bring you back some sunshine, too." It's mostly teasing with just a hint of not. But then G'vri is turning away to continue with his search, leaving Dee to hers. |
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