Dirty Dishes and a Letter

Living Cavern
The smooth, rounded walls cavern sweep upward from an oval base, two dragonlengths long and one wide, large enough to seat every member of the Weyr at mealtimes.  The soft blackness of the lava which forms these caverns swallows glowlight, so shelves for glowbaskets abound, dotting the walls every three or four paces and casting gentle greenish light toward the sparkles of gold volcanic glass embedded in the ceiling.  Ancient, lustrous tables run along the axis of the cavern, and at the far end rests the raised dais and high table, where Weyrleaders and honored guests eat during formal occasions. Behind the high table, the Weyr's symbol is embedded into stone: a smoking mountain in black on an orange shield, trimmed in gold.
Kaslarna and Yulianna are here.

Kaslarna walks into the Caverns, diter help pointedly in one hand, with Kaslarna flourishing it at any surface that seems to have a slight coating of dust. Debajirin gets flapped at in greeting, and Kaslarna wanders over to chat to him. "Lo."

Debajirin is working on them breakfast dishes. "Y'know," he says in reply to Kaslarna's greeting, jumping right into the whining overworked candidate bit without so much as a hello, "You'd think people would just bring their own dirty plates and mugs and stuff to the kitchens when they're done breakfast. But no... So there's just a constant flow of people, and more and more dishes, and it just does /end/." An abandoned mug of half-finished klah is hefted in her direction to prove his point. "And then thing slow down, and it's almost cleaned up, and then half the Weyr is back for seconds!"

Yulianna pauses in her trekking through the LC to listen to Debajirin's complaints, and then snorts with mild amusement, flopping to a bench and peering from him to Kaslarna.  "Tha's the real reason they have hatchin's. They don't really /need/ more dragons, just people ta clean up, ya' know?" She offers the other girl a wink, then peers at Debajirin.  "Cheer up, though...the eggs are gettin' hard...an' then when they hatch yer gonna have a whole other type of chores ta do.../bigger/ ones." she adds with a sort of gleeful mild maliciousness.

Gwyned blinks in from ::between::!

Gwyned flutters around the room, peering in bowls and cups, before hovering above Debajirin, dropping a note at his feet before flitting back *between*.

Kaslarna laughs, before seating herself and flourishing the duster for no apparent reason at a passing rider. " You should try and organise a system for the dishes." Kaslarna suggests to Debajirin. "Tell people that the kitchens close at a certain time." Kaslarna winks back at Yulianna "Much bigger." she adds.

<>Debajirin hmms thoughtfully for the comment, stroking evilly/thoughtfully at those little lines of facial hair he likes to call his style. "A system, eh? Or maybe people shouldn't be allowed to eat unless they drop of their own dishes. Imagine how much easier it'd be if no one was so lazy or busy?" Ah, the dreamworld. Yulianna gets a grin, of course, and a salute with the mug, a bit of liquid sloshing over the side and drawing something of a curse from the fisherman, muffled though it may be. "Not necessarily, y'know. Could just head back home instead." It's not a sad comment or anything, really it's not. It's just a comment, monotonous, even, in tone. The blue 'lizard gets a blink as he drops the message, and, of course, Candied Fish goes to pick it up.
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<>Yulianna blinks at Baji in surprise, "What did ya' think I meant?  I was talkin' about goin' home."  She shoots another wink toward Kaslarna, she is, after all, just joking.  "Ooooh...what's it say?"  Instantly, she's on her feet and bounding over to stare past Debajirin's shoulder at the note.  "Who's it from?  Secret admiorer?"

"Why does everyone assume that they'll be heading home?" Kaslarna asks the air. "You stand just as much chance as impressing as anyone, probably more I think." Kaslarna then peers sideways at Deba's note without moving. "Anything interesting?" she asks.

Debajirin rolls his eyes a bit to Yulianna, and then shrugs to Kaslarna. "Well, I don't try to assume, it's just a possibility is all. I don't want to get too lookin' forward to what is a possibility, and nothing more. Imagine the let down if I don't Impress, right?" It all makes logical sense in his eyes. So now that that's done with, let's unroll the letter shall we? He scans the name first, and to the rest other candidates, "Ooh, it's from Kristi! Y'know, the barmaid friend of mine back home?"

<>Yulianna gives an amused snort.  "Well, I'm not a Ruathan, ya' know...an' none of my family's ever been riders--that I can recall, leastways."  Obviously the idea doesn't bother her too much one way or the other.  She peers at Debajirin with curiosity as he reads the note, and nods as he names it's sender, then gives a little shake of her head, "Don't really know her.  In fact," she cocks her head to one side, "Ya' keep mentionin' her, but I have yet ta see her.  I think yer just makin' her up."  She grins.
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<>Kaslarna nods at the mention of the name. "I remember her vaguly." then Kas grins at Yuli "Oh, she does exist, I've seen her myself." And Kas thinks that proves her existence? "That sounds like a fairly good idea Debajirin." Kaslarna nods at the thought "Besides, it'll be a nice suprise for you if yo do impress."

"Oh, Aye?" goes to Yulianna, a bit defensively. "That's right, it's what I do in my free time, when I'm not making a robe or sleepin', y'know. And I secretly Impress little blue firelizards that don't stay with me, just to deliver 'em too." And he continues reading for a moment. "So basically she's doing alright, a little bored... And she's gonna try and come down again!" That news has the candidate quite literally jumping for joy. "It would be," is agreed to Kaslarna. "In a way, at least. Course then I'd be here for a good Turn or two, and y'know..." Letter is hefted as he reads it over again.

Yulianna moves back to sit on one of the benches again, and shrugs, "Eh, well, it'll be nice if ya' have someone up there in the stands rootin' fer ya' to impress."  She pauses to study her fingernails quite closely for a long moment.  "I suppose that the best thing for any of us to do is just be ready for what ever."  And that is the extent of the matter from her opinion.

Kaslarna grins at Debajirin "bet you'll be glad to see her." she notes, before deciding that she needs something to drink and wandering over to get a mug of juice "Don't worry, I'll clean this away myself." she says as she passes Debajirin, before siting again and smiling at Yuli "Be prepared."

Debajirin rolls his eyes, nodding. "And supposedly she's gonna try and bring a bunch of the fishing guys too. Poor Istan women if she manages that, those guys are... A little less than tactless, to be sure. Such a bad name, they give the job of fisherman." He tsks, finally re-rolling the letter, and sticking it carefully into one of the pockets on his apron. Kaslarna gets a beam. "That would be lovely of you. I could almost kiss you or something, just for saying that. You make the days so delightful." And then a nod as well. "Oh, yes. Preparedness. Though I doubt anyone can be fully prepared if they end up with one of those jewely-eyed beasts..."

Yulianna looks a little indignant for a moment, then shrugs, leaning back agains the table.  "Just don't let any of the dragons hear ya' call them beasts.  No doubt there would be somethin' on the menu other than wherry for dinner, ya' know?"  Not that they need Yuli to defend them, of course.

"Most people aren't prepeared for life." Kaslarna notes with a shrug "Everybody gets startled at some point or other." Philosphy from the Kas there. "Bringing some of the fishing guys? Could be interesting to meet them." she adds, before fluttering a hand at Debajirins comment about kissing. She's heard about Meral and Fareia.

Debajirin furrows his brow for the comment from the Trading type. "Yes, well... I don't mean it in a bad way. As in, not humans. Beasts could be considered better 'n humans, I suppose? And they wouldn't like me. I'd be all salty and stringy and stuff. They need someone plumper." Kaslarna gets a dubious headshake. "No, no, it wouldn't. Well, unless you're planning a rather interesting evening of being pursued until you give in. And I can't even say 'mrowr' to that, cause some of 'em are just... ew." Debajirin likes saying ew. "Ew. What? You don't like that idea? Well, honestly, neither do I... No offense, of course."

"No offense taken." Kaslarna replies. "It was just that we're candidates, and I've heard rumours about what happened to Meral and Fareia when they kissed." How true they are she doesn't know "Chase you until you give in? Sounds like someone I used to know." she notes, then grins "Bet a dragon would scare them off, no matter how small, do you think?" She sips her juice, pondering.

Debajirin raises a brow for this, idly glaring at a resident who passes, wiping their mouth, and leaving their dishes conveniently on the table. For him to clear away. "Oh, I remember that... I wasn't actually there for when it happened, but I arrived shortly after... What've you heard happened to them?" He's feeling out of the loop now, as he gives a bit of a whuffle and goes to pick up those dirtied dishes and add them to the stack, which has yet to be taken to the kitchens. "I dunno. Maybe. Never seen 'em really, around a dragon. We didn't have many dragons around SeaCliffs, especially not near the docks or anything. Maybe the message would get across if a dragon sat on their boats or something, but it's hard for much else to dissuade 'em."

"I heard from one of the residents, who heard it from a drudge that was there, that they got a good telling off, and Meral, as the insitgator, was sentanced to latrines. Though how true any of that is I don't know." She looks a bit worried at the description of the fishermen. "Perhaps it would be simpler to hide if they come." she muses. [Kaslarna]

Debajirin nods, and nods, and nods, and shudders. "Latrines! I think that's over-reacting, personally. Cause that is just not good, bad enough when you have to do them out of randomness, but to be sentenced... Though I suppose that way we wouldn't have had to do 'em. Maybe they should kiss again?" Debajirin really is all evil and plotting, deep in his heart. "It probably would be," he agrees, gathering up his pile of dishes, and once achieving balance, "So I'll be right back." And off to the kitchens he goes, returning shortly thereafter with a meatroll, and a bit of a pleased grin on his face.

Kaslarna strectches slightly in her seat as she waits for Deba to return, pondering what she's going to say. As he returns though, the smile on his face catches her attention "Latrines are nasty." she says, not yet at the point where her curiosity gets the better of her over his smile.

Debajirin nods with a shudder, meatroll ripped neatly in half, and one half (the bigger half, truth be known, as he may be evil, but he can be a gentleman at times) offered to the other candidate, himself perching on a 'clean' spot on the table. "But I suppose they have to be done. I mean, if they don't, it'd be nastier than the job of it, and for more people."

Kaslaran shakes her head in declination of the meatroll. "No thank you, but thank you for the offer." she responds, sipping her juice again. "I suppose that it would be rather unpleasant for people." she considers. "Sometimes, you never really think about these sort of jobs until you have to do them."

Debajirin shrugs, instead of going for a bite of what was to be his half, going for a bite of the bigger half, and chewing rather thoughtfully, as far as one can chew. "Anytime," is said from around a mass of half-mauled meatroll, and a shrug as he realizes his mouth was full. Gentleman attitude comes and goes, you see. Swallow. "That's true," he admits. "I mean, I'd always taken that sort of thing for granted, and then you come here, and they stick you on latrine duty, and you go 'what the shells is that?' Or at least, I did." He's so worldly in his knowledge, after all.

Kaslarna nods. "I did have to do the latrines sometimes back at Reaches, but it was never my favourite thing to do in the whole world. Most of hte time I prefer dusting." and she flourishes her duster again.

Debajirin wrinkles his nose, going for another bite of the meatroll, and chewing this one slowly, and actually swallowing, before commenting. "Did you? You poor tortured person. Funny... I went 'round the holds a bit, offering to do little things for a few marks, they never assigned /me/ latrines. Maybe they were always punishing someone. Or didn't trust me with their waste." He shrugs, a bit confused for it all, as shows on his face. "Dusting? I dunno if I could dust. I think I'd be tired. Weeding, or the nanny thing, maybe even the stable mucking, despite the mucking part, those are the good chores."

"Dusting is alright, you're able to see that you're getting things cleaner than they were." Kaslarna comments. "Thats one reason why I also liked doing the laundry and washing. Doing dishes in the kitchen was also not that bad, as my mind could wander." And her mind did.

"Oh, so it's a bit more gratifying then?" Deba asks, waving a meatroll in a circle. "Sort of, you can see the progress, so it's not a hard to go through? Well, I suppose I can understand that... Laundry I don't mind, it's fun now with the 'lizards, they like to play in the water... Dishes, well, you can sing at the top of your lungs, and no one will think any different of you! The drudges join in, we have a great time, here at least... Still, the outdoor things would have to be my preferance. Even over the kidlet types."

Kaslarna stretches again and stands up with a twirl of the duster. "Well, its been nice chatting to you, but I think I'd better go and get on with my dusting, before a rider decides to give me latrines for idling." And off she walks with another cheery flourish of the duster.


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