Fareia wanders down to the beach, a large feather duster in her hand which is waved occasionally at the closest tree. Trees need to be dusted, right? A giggle goes to Kiyna,"Long as leave the dusting to me!" A grin and she brandishes the duster towards her fellow candie then plops down on a log, dusting the side that she's not sitting on.

Debajirin comes in right after the first two candidates, a mop and empty bucket clutched firmly in his hand, though he prances down to the water to fill the pail before rejoining the other two. "And I'll take care of the /really/ dirty bits!" he chimes in, brandishing the mop proudly and setting the pail down with a thunk and a minimum of sloshing. "Where are we gonna start?"

Kiyna shrugs over her shoulder sweeping all the sand she can towards the waters "I think I'll just start at the back and move forward. This is some tricky stuff though might take a bit of a try." Fareia's claims of the dusting gets a cheer "To our posts!" and she skips this time moving farther from the water "You know this placly  be spic and spa/m/ before we leave here. *cough* yeah right brave words

Fareia nods determinedly and pops up, bounding over to another log and a few rocks. "This beach will be clean in no time." A gleaming smile and she leans over to dust off the closest rock. Every grain of sand shall be dust free! Heh....Right.

Debajirin eyes the beach skeptically, face lighting up as a patch of seaweed is discovered, and he dunks the mop, then flounces over that way. "Yes, yes, to our posts and to arms!" is agreed enthusiastically to Kiyna, Candied Fisherman striking a heroic pose before attacking the seaweed with his trusty mop. "It will be, certainly. And those riders can't say we don't do anythin around the Weyr. Cause this accomplishment will be huge." Big grin all around.

Kiyna bobs her braid bedecked head sweepign a furious whirlwind towards the sea. Mind you it does go so well the sand drifting back and making her laughingly discover the slowness of the going. Of course she must have overdosed on klah today having enough energy to do this for more than ten mintutes the erratic bouncy movements something to giggle over in any case

Fareia carefully dusts off the rocks, making sure each one doesn't have a speck of dirt or sand or dust atop it. "I bet we'll be the first people ever to clean the beach so well." A grin and she holds her duster over her head,"We'll be famous!" Mybe they'cve all overdosed on klah and sweetrolls. A giddy giggle and she leans over to continue dusting.

Debajirin has not overdosed, nope. Just say 'no' to klah and sweetrolls, guys. The mop is rubbed emphatically until the seaweed gets well cemented to, what with the mud created by a wet mop and the like. Deba beams, heading to his little bucket to rinse it out, despite the effeciency of the sea nearby. "I mean, this place is so ill kept. All the debris washed up, the dust and sand everywhere! You'd think some of those riders were lazy or something."

Kiyna seems to think that kicking the sand with her toes stretched outward is wonderful "Brooms are great this will be the most talked about thing of late!" giggle bounce again and she slips foward a bit trying to keep her feet in time to the beat of the song she's giggling 

Fareia nods seriously as she wrinkles up her nose while coming upon a piece of wet driftwood. "Who thinks they can just leave driftwood lying around like this?" She shakes her head, mockingly disgusted and chucks the piece of wood out into the waves. That'll teach that irresponsible driftwood. Kiyna gets a blink then a giggle and back-up,"Cause we're cleanin' the beach. Cleanin' the beach." Farie only does backup. Rhyming was not a gift given to her (or her player, for that matter. ;) ).

Debajirin finds his toe tapping to the little musical number between Fareia and Kiyna, spends a bit of time peering at that toe while rinsing out his mop, and grins. "That's very nice, girls." Oh no, he's talking in rythm, any time now, and he'll be providing a bass line. But in the meantime, he hops over to a little gathering of rocks, most likely the remains of someone's Sand Hold. "Tsk, people, keep the floor clean, and if you've got a Sand Hold, don't let it deteriorate to this point... Psh." He's making an effort not to rhyme.

Kiyna doesn't really rhyme at all mind you it's sorta just the melody in tones not words. Waving the broom over her head she giggles and twirls once more before doing the same to the ground "This is fun and we're behaving!" this amuses her greatly cause dancing is fun and stuff" Of course Deba with his sense of Ryme is given the lead vocalist

Fareia giggles happily and bounces with a two-movement tap number, brandishing her duster,"We're doing a chore but it's the beach, we're saving," Farie declares in rhyme with Kiyna's last comment. A grin and she twirls back to her rock to finish dusting off the closest surface.

Oh the rhythm! Oh the dancing! Oh, it's just too much, and he can't help but start humming along with it. Debajirin tries to stay in the bass line. Really he does, tries valiantly even. But he's mopping out a sort of beat, and he finds his voice dropping low, and before long he's coming up and out with a funky little humming thing. Michael Jackson a la Pernese, he is, as he ends up sliding to his knees and pointing the mop handle upwards with an "Aow!" sound. A polite little cough, and he gets back up. "Aye, cleaning the beach, a dragon's haven," he adds with a bit of a grin to Fareia.

Kiyna plays string instrument on her broom dusting sand with her feet in time to the beats "Here we go now we're having some fun!" time to shake those hips and she does bobbing her head to make her braids swing in great detailed fun for her player is being sidtracted

Fareia shakes her duster like a maraca, causing a cloud of dust to appear around her. "While we're....cleanin' the beach, cleanin' the beach." Her own long braid whips out from the back of her head, a danger to anyone behind her. Well, too bad for them. A giggle and the duster is fluttered against a nearby tree.

Debajirin gives a bit of a random giggle (as random as can be when such inane events are taking place), a newfound vigor put into his mopping up of the little Sand Hold. And then he growls, finding his mop quite intwined with seaweed and rocks and dirt and mud and the like. "But the mop is broken!" is cried out of tune, and he runs to grab his bucket. "I'll go back, get a new one! Solo time for you gals!" And he sprints away. As any sane person might.