Living Caverns
The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.
Sorana and Lylia are here.
Tiri walks on in, munching on a redfruit that's almost all eaten. Quite a few little bite marks are on it, even though most flits don't like fruit. However, Tiri has an especially wierd little blue, Clouseau, and so that explains it. She finishes the fruit and throws it in a wastebasket, wiping off her hands on her trousers. "Heya," she waves.
Perisienne arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Perisienne moves forward, and seats herself, she looks at the three ladies in the room, one being young enough to be a brat yet. "Are you one of High Reach's brats?" She asks inocently of one small girl, totally oblivious to the white knot on the girl's shoulder. "I'm gong to be a nanny," she says, adding under hr breath, "as soon a Birlon stops crooning over me and interviews me." she grins at even the mention by herself of Birlon, her fiancee.
Gekoki shakes a naked tuber after Ditzee's form as it disappears down a hall. "Whaddaya wanna bet she never does any chores 'cause she's incompetent..." she mumbles. "What, oh, do you mean me?" she looks a little offended, "No! I'm not a brat!" Can't Perisienne tell that she's thirteen and /very/ mature?
Tiri looks around to see who might be considered a weyrbrat. Her eyes land upon Geko and notices for the first time that the girl is much younger than she... Well, if you mean in turns. In personality... Well, let's say Tiri's 20, going on 5...
Liseria snorts in response to Gekoki's comment. "She should at least have to /work/ to skip her chores." Wonderful logic, really. Tuber skin is flung around untidily as she skims the knife 'round the oblong, denuding it with much-practiced skill.
Tiri now notices how Geko and Lis are peeling tubers and grimaces. After having mashed tubers put in your shoes as a prank, the things aren't quite as appitizing anymore. "Hey, you two... Why're ya doing that?" She points at their peelings and the tubers and such.
Perisienne looks over the girl again thinking maybe she had missed a clue pointing out that the girl wasn't a brat but all traces point her to be at least 13, if not younger. Her eyes catch the white on the girls shoulder, "Oooh, a candi, right?" she asks with not uch more respect, she's still a brat in her eyes. "I'm Perisienne, or Peri as everyone calls me."
"'Cause the Candidate who got stuck with it - Ditzee - is too clueless to be trusted with a knife." Ouch. Lis spits that line out with a bitter contempt for the air-headed girl. "I /hate/ tubers."
Gekoki looks a little confused at Peri. Perhaps she should make sure that her knot is more visible- but no, the reason it's partially hidden is so that it's not so easily picked out by people. Easier that way. Be near the scene of a prank with that white string on and you're sure to get fingered whether you did it or not. Anyways, "Yah," is her answer, both concurring with Lis and confirming Peri's observation.
Tiri's eyes widen. Oooo, she heard some malice in Lis's voice... But she has litle patience for clueless people too...even if at times she is one, herself. "Well, I haven't met Ditzee, but I'll certainly agree about the tubers part..." Stupie tubers... She picks one up and tosses it back and forth in her hands before it falls to the ground. She carefully picks it back upand puts in its place.
Perisienne pokes her finger at the pink boxers and lughs aloud, "Another one of you craz people, Pyrene and Ty were taken by those darn draggies too" she squints and sees a /tuber/ in the hands ofa brat, "Wow."
D'renn strides in from the Central Bowl.
Gekoki isn't a brat... Even when she was brat, she peled tubers. It was a chore. At the astonishment in Peri's voice, she feels she is allowed to ask mildly, as she concentrates back on her knife, "Don't Weyrbrats do chores here?"
Liseria makes no move to correct whatever Tiri now thinks about Ditzee. "Hmph. D'ya wanna help, Tiri? Ditzee won't need her peeling knife anymore..." Persienne is given a slight glance as the weyrfolk notices the boxers... and look, D'renn. Lis concentrates even harder on her tuberpeeling.
Harme shimmers in from ::between::, a honeyed perfection.
Saori arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
It's D'renn. Covered in snow, thanks to Trydanth, and not in a Good Mood. "Right," demands he... "Candidates!"
Tiri picks up a handful of tuber skins and is about to throw it at some unsuspecting candie when D'renn walks in and she quickly puts them behind her back. Whistle, look at the ceiling, no, no...she wasn't about to do something naughty... "Naw, I don't feel like helping, but thanks, Lis." she grins. She drops the peelings on the floor behind her and carefully slides them under a rug with her foot...
Gekoki doesn't see D'renn, she concentrates so hard on her tubers. If she can't she him, he can't see her. It's logic at it's best, really. "Er, yes, we could use a hand, Tiri, please? There's a lot of tub- Bluerider! D'renn, I mean." She snaps to attention.
Saori wanders, eyes half-closed with sleep. "Hullo, everybody." she mutters, gettting a bubbly pie, and sitting down. She waves to gekoki, remembering her from yesterday.
"Oh no," Lis groans to herself, tubers resolutely dropped back on the pile. Looks like Ditzee may have chores after all... "Yes, Weyrlingmaster D'renn?" she asks with the best of sweet, innocent looks. A girl can try, can't she?
"Tiri, pick up those peelings!" D'renn orders, brushing snow from his saffron shoulders ineffectually, the purple fringe of his jacket dancing. "You lot.... listen up." And several of the Candidates in the caverns (the NPC ones) start to quake as they shuffle up in front of him.
Tiri looks surprised that he saw that. She keeps a straight face until she turns around to pick up the peelings and scowls and makes faces. Mean ol' D'renn... She picks up the peelings and disposes of them before turning back to give her attention to the weyrlingmaster. "What is it now...?" she mutters under her breath and prays that no one hears.
Gekoki doesn't move. Perhaps if she stays sitting she won't shake noticeably. She sets the knife and half-peeled tuber she had begun on aside carefully, delaying as much as possibly before her gaze swings up to watch D'renn beneath furrowed brows.
Tezia comes out of the kitchens, the smell of fresh baking following just behind.
D'renn rubs snow from his behind with a complete lack of personal modesty, perching it then on a table to give him an extra few fingers in height. "Right.... I've decided." Head turns, blue eyes fix on /those/ boxers, and remain there as he continues: "Next sevenday, you will /all/, without exception, be cleaning the Weyrling Barracks from top to bottom with vinegar and sweetsand and whatever else it takes."
Tezia enters the room just in time to hear the verdict. "Oh my..." she covers her mouth in both shock and amusement.
D'renn was of course only referring to the Candidates.
Tezia smiles to herself, one good thing about Search is that there's less work for the likes of her.
Liseria crosses her legs primly in her chair, lips bitten against anything that would spout out of them indignantly once D'renn delivers his speech. Fingers nervously flick specks of tuber from her skirt while eyes look around at the responses of the rest of the bunch. 'Specially Gekoki.
Tiri's jaw drops. "Clean the Weryling Barracks?!" But she quickly snaps her mouth shut. Best not to get into any more trouble than they already are. But really, the whole Weyrling Barracks over just a pair of dyed underwear? Seems a bit unreasonable to her... She looks down and scowls at the floor. At least all of the candies were loyal and didn't tell on the people who did the prank... Including her... Tiri kept a secret?! What's Pern coming to??
Gekoki follows D'renn's pointed look to the boxers. They're still rather pretty, in her opinion. But somehow they lose their charm in face of the daunting task. Still, she takes it upon herself to be light-hearted in the face of disaster. "Is that all? Oh, good." She's forced to duck her head against the glares of the other (NPC) Candidates, she herself lets a scowl onto her face, once out of D'renn's line of vision.
D'renn doesn't mention that they might have had to do it anyway. "Yes, you will clean the barracks /completely/... and I can tell you, some of the last bunch of Weyrlings left their couches in a right mess." With a stern look across at all the Candidates, he adds, "And those boxers shorts will be left hanging up in the Barracks while you work, just to remind you all...."
Quara arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
"Oh, good." The wry quip slips from Lis' mouth before she could stop herself, in her barely-perceivable relief. "I mean..., 'm sorry." Blushing red, she tries to cover her sorry self - the plain ole' D'renn-verdict was bad enough. Curling up with real contriteness, the girl scuffs a boot toe dejectedly on the floor.
Tezia watches silently from the shadows; far be it from her to bring attention to herself when the dragonrider is in this mood.
Oorla walks in from the Central Bowl.
Perisienne looks in amusmant as D'renn delivers a punishment, she grins as Gekoki tries to lighten the mood, you would never see /her/ hands on any tubers or with too much vinager, she leaves /that/ to Birlon and Ness. She looks at D'renn, "Have you seen any pink dye on anyone's hands?" she asks, "That would lighten the rest of the poor candidates from a lot of work," she says, kindly though, no one would talk bad to a rider...
Tiri kicks the floor and mutters to herself, still scowling. If there's one thing she hates, it's chores. After six turns at the dolphinhall, she learned how to get out of them...but this weyr is a new place and she doesn't know the best excuses for it. Grumble, mutter. Of course, they all have flits to help them, but hers are slackers, too. Grumble, mutter.
Quara gasps in shock, then looks indignant. "You /what/?" she blasts, furious. "I'll do no such thing! Why, the mere idea of punishing innocent people..." She stands there, fuming, with glares cast like daggers at everyone around. Ooh, she's mad now.
Oorla enters the caverns with extreme dignity. She brushes a stray bit of snow from her damp leathers, and scans the room, taking in the situatioon. Hmm, it seems as if D'renn has finally decided to do something about the pink underwear affair.
"They haven't admitted who it was," D'renn informs Perisienne in a very dignified tone - so what if he has his own suspicions? "So they all get punished - except perhaps those who hadn't arrived by then." A small concession. Getting to his feet in a small puddle of snow-flakes, the 'lingmaster scans the Candidates. "Any questions?"
Tezia takes one last look at the scene, then returns to the kitchens, where she can get some work done away from the protesting candidates.
Tezia heads north into the redolent depths of the kitchens.
Perisienne that one girl looks mad, she thinks, she watches and waits to see what the great bluerider has to say, she knows no candidate would get off with talking back. Hearing her answer she complains slightly, "But there must be /evidence/ like pink fingers do a hand inspection I say, because my dear nanny friends are candidates and they don't have any connections with having dye, except maybe...oh." She shuts her trap and stands back quitely pondering, they prolly didn't do it but they /are/ suspects.
Liseria shakes her downcast head, peering focusedly at her boot toe and keeping her face down. "No, D'renn, sir," she mutters, half peering up through her brows at this Perisienne who keeps insisting on a scapegoat. As if the guilty party would be so slight as to leave the dye on their hands.
Quara sulks, still fuming but not willing to bring down the further wrath of D'renn on herself. "I don't like it at all," she mutters, hopefully too quiet for the bluerider to hear. Pouting miserably, she puts on her most mournful, pitiful face, hoping for lenience.
Head comes up, but Geko forgot to replace her scowl with an appropriatly meek appearance. Or maybe it wasn't meant to be meek. "But, D'renn! I don't know who did it! Really!" She very carefully doesn't look at Lis or Tiri or any of those other Candies whom she knows were involved, "And if I did know, dontcha think I'd tell? I don' wanna do this."
Tiri decides at this point to go into whiney mode and pouts, too. Maybe they should've told, but- no, Tiri, don't think like that... Hey, Tiri wasn't involved! Though she wishes she were...
Oorla gives the departing drudge a glance, then returns her attention to the others. While she can understand D'renn's position quite well, her sympathies also extend toward the candi's. Not that she'd say that out loud, at least not right now.
Whether D'renn hears the comments or not is a moot point. "/All/ of you are going to clean the weyrling barracks, next sevenday," he repeats. "And you can tell your fellow Candidates I said so." And with that, he's gone again, leaving nothing but damp bootprints and stunned Candidates.
Perisienne rolls her eyes, and adds, "Candidates, oh dear candidates, think about what I am saying if you find anyone with dye on their hands, you are out of this major chore..." she pronounces loudly over the noise. She glances at the door D'renn had departed through and feels sorry for those who are being punished.
Quara looks at the crowd assembled, fury smoldering in her eyes like hot coals. "Why, if I knew who did this, I'd tell D'renn straightaway, I would. Why, the spineless idiots who did this ought to be thoroughly ashamed of themselves." Casting poisonous glances at the remaining crowd, she storms off, sulking in a corner.
"Hah! And end up cleaning the whole barracks by /myself/?" Lis shouts back, straightening up as soon as D'renn's left the room. "And I'm most certainly /not/ spineless. Ty - the other person wasn't even here!" Liseria adds with a snort, whirling towards Quara as she stands.
Perisienne looks in awe at Lisera, "You did it and my good pal /Tyara/ Pern is getting quite strange, poor Ty." She squenches her eyes closed, and sighs, she almost fingured it was Tyara, with her easy access to the dye.
"And if you aren't spineless, then just why didn't you own up? Serves you right for getting caught, I think. But instead, those of us who didn't know a thing about it have to suffer through undeserved punishment!" Blazing furiously now that she has a target, Quara blasts dart after verbal dart at Liseria.
With D'renn gone, Oorla wanders over to a table and snags a mug o' klah. She sits down by the fire, brushing the last of the stray snow off of her, silently watches the others.
Liseria whirls back around towards Perisienne, then back towards Quara. It's a wonder she's not dizzy yet. "It'll do you good to work!" she snaps at the Candidate before whirling Persienne-wards. "And I s'pose you'll be off to tell D'renn," she begins in an uncharacteristically forlorn tone.
Perisienne shakes her head, "Ty's my friend, I don't know you but I'm not about to tell. You think I don't want to watch you candi with those boxers waving over your heads and hinting toward you and Ty, not in this sharding turn."
Maurin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Quara just glares. "Just what do you think I've been doing for the past eighteen Turns, girl, if it's not work? Why, I doubt you've done a day of real work in ages! Certainly, staring up at the sky isn't strenuous." That last sentence is spoken with utter contempt. Apparently, Quara's been cooped up in these caves for a bit too long.
Maleah arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Oorla forgets about her klah as she watches Liseria spin back about so quickly. And she and Quara are beginning to get visious!
Well, there's one down... a few more bystanders to go. "Go 'head, tell D'renn. I'd do the barracks all by myself, if I had to." Yay, let's bring out the exaggerations... Oooh, Quara just /had/ to insult her craft. "Staring at the sky, huh? That's all I do? How 'bout the hours I spend pouring over books? Or doing /chores/ around the hall?" The girl bristles, fingers gripping at her skirt.
Oorla slams her mug onto a table, managing to slosh only about half of it out. She's never liked watching candi's fight, but she doesn't have the least idea how to stop this.
Quara's eyes simply drip venom. "Oh, really. I'm certain dusting is so arduous. Poor little girl, all tired out from reading. Maybe if you actually worked all the time, instead of whenever you felt like it, you wouldn't be quite so exhausted from doing nothing, eh?" Sneering visciously, she looks about ready to bite Lis's head off.
In the little 'bratling stumbles, four flits clinging to her, the youngest hatchling coiled around one of her arms while the older ones lounge about her shoulders and neck. "Guys! I can't breath-" Maleah tries to feel her way about, but fails to 'see' the overturned chair, and down she goes, sending all of the flits into the air as she crashes upon the ground.
Sena arrives from deeper in the Weyr.
Maurin hesitates after only a few shuffling steps into the Cavern. Long trained ears catch the sounds of a bristling arguement. Oh dear. The tiny bronze which he holds protectively in his folded arms lifts his head, eyes beginning to whirl a little faster in echo to the change in his humanpet's mood. Timid gaze flicks across the group of women, before the ex-drudge edges his way towards the hearth.
Perisienne rolls her eyes, nothing like exageration to rile everyone up. "Girls, you do know if you continue with your yelling D'renn'll hear yas and you'll be given another punishment, this time one you can't find a way out of by telling." She looks down at the little blind girl on the floor and rubs her hand on her arm and offers a hand.
Oorla gives an irritated frown as spilt klah seeps onto her arm. "Oh lovely," she mutters. Aloud, in a voice of icy calm,she merely says, "If the two of you would like to see who can endure hard labor better, I'm sure I could work up some extra chores for both of you."
"Hrmmph?" Easily distracted Liseria turns in Oorla's direction. It almost worked... "Hah. At least I /can/ read!" It may not have been the best comeback, but Lis isn't one for eloquence. "I'll have you know I've done plenty more than you've dreamed of, you... you -Holder-." Lis spits out in a dangerously harsh whisper. Eyes dart 'round the cavern as various crisis happen at once, falling silent after she hears Oorla's latest threat.
Sena sees the crowd, and hastily slips out before anyone can notice her. Being small has it's merits.
Sena exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Oorla suddenly notices the little girl stumbling about the caverns. Giving the two quarrelsome candi's another stern look, she stands and hurries over to her. "Maleah, honey, are you okay?" she asks, concerned.
Maleah can hear voices, but how come no one came to help her up? Her mind whirls as she slowly pushes herself up and lets her fair take up their normal perches. Sapphire eyes flicker as she tilts her head at Oorla's voice, letting a small smile creep across her pale lips. "Oorla? Is that you?" Chubby little child hands reaches out for the friend as she tries to figure out where she is in the living cavern. falling sure threw her off.
Quara glares at Oorla. "I think we can handle this on our own," she replies, in more restrained but icy tones. "Holder? I'll have you know most holders work harder for a living than you ever will." That retort, directed at Liseria, is quieter, but all the more dangerous. Then, practically trembling with anger, she storms outside, ignoring everyone else.
Quara exchanges the protection of stone for the bowl outside.
Perisienne open her eyes and ameks a small 'o' with her lips her hurries off, no time to have fun she has chores she /forgot/ to do, now she has trouble.
Oorla gives the girl a hug. "Yes, it's me. Are you hurt?"
Liseria lets out a loud snort as Quara leaves, scowling after the girl. "I don't have time for this," she mutters under her breath. "Well, she can claim what /she/ wants, but I still think she's just mad because she didn't get to dye D'renn's boxers!" And with that statment, a rather resentful Liseria plops back in her seat. "Oh, by the way, Maurin, you'll be cleaning the barracks by next sevenday."
Maurin's widen a little as he catches the statement meant for him, but doesn't so much as bat an eyelash in protest. His lizzins keep dozing peacefully, shifting now and then. The ex-drudge just dips his head in an affirmative, dropping his gaze rather bashfully and murmuring out of habit "Y-yes, miss..."
Liseria glances around the room dejectedly, a sigh escaping her lips as she escapes off into the weyr, a sniffling sound coming from her as she quietly puts the baskets of peeled tubers before the kitchen. Eyes a blinks a few times quickly before she tears off.
*** Travel Spam to Candidate Barracks ***
With a slight scowl as she notices the slight flakiness of the dark, glinting bronze hide of her newest 'little one', Lylia peers up at the sound of another person entering. "Hey Liseria." She grins at her fellow candidate, even if her mind if more focused on when to oil the firelizard's hide again.
"Oh, Lylia... I've got bad news..." Head hanging and feet dragging, it'd be hard to see what Lis would have otherwise. "We're gonna be cleaning the barracks. The weyrling barracks." She slumps onto her cot with a lengthy sigh. (*didn't think that posed b'fore.)
"We are?" Thunk. The boot Lylia pulled off her foot falls from her hand. "We're /cleaning/ the /barracks?" Voice rising, the weyrfolk candidate's eyes dart around desperately as memories of cleaning an infirmary surface. Eek... "No one admitted?" The alto drops to a hoarse growl. Ohhhh no. "DAUUGHHHH!" Sad, sad candidate.
Gekoki groans lowly at Liseria, "Why'd you have to bring that up? Again? D'renn was bad enough. No need give me more bad feelings." She rolls overso that she ends p facing away from Lis. "I'm resenting you right now, just in case you wanted to know..."
"Can I resent you too?" Yep, kill the messanger. Flopping back on her cot and ignoring the annoyed chitter of a ferret narrowly escaping being crushed by a Lylia, the girl sighs. "This is gonna be shardin' aweful."
Liseria just burries her face in the pillow as she listens to Lylia scream and Gekoki heckle. "Gmph! If youmph keef buffin' meeh, I'a tell D'remph my'elf!" she cries from behind the wad of stuffing.
Gekoki looks over her shoulder at Lis on her cot with the pillow on her face, pouting face open for a second, just to ask, Gekoki-fashion, "Whaaaat?"
Sigh. Oh well. "'Least it was for a good prank...." And that shade of pink will never be the same for Lylia. "A very good prank." Absently scratching the bronze eye ridges of her little bronze, she smiles playfully at Lis. "Hopefully we won't have to clean it with our tongues. Walls like these are nasty tasting." No, she's normal! Really!
Gekoki turns further to give Lylia another one of her puzzled looks, "Of course not! D'renn said vinegar and sweetsand and anything else we needed to clean it up. Tongues? Ewww! How'd I ever get stuck with weird people like you for fellow Candidates?"
"Ifyoudon'tstopbuggin'meI'mgonnatellD'rennIdidit!" Lis says in one big rushed breath. "S'no fun seeing people scream and hide when you come 'round!" In spite of Lylia's assurances, the boxer-dyeing girl whines into her pillow again.
"And /I'm/ the only weird one?!" Now Lylia is looking incredulous. "Riiiiight. Sure. I'm the only strange one. 'Least I'm not boring!" Turning away from Gekoki, cranky for the moment, she smiles softly at Lis. "Don't worry about it, really." But don't people aways scream and hide when Lis is around?
Gekoki doesn't run and scream, and she feels the need to tell people that! "I do /not/ run and scream whenever you come!" she shouts at Lis. And boring? Well, there's no really good retort to that, so she rolls away again, managing to work a flounce in there too.
Liseria flops over on her cot again, this time just hugging the pillow instead. "Aw, don't fight any!" she begs of the other two Candidates. Sheesh, dye a pair of boxers and you set the whole Candidate group on each other. She peers at the ceiling remorsefully - who needs barracks-cleaning when you've got Candidates like these?
"Okay, okay." Grumble grumble. Lylia gives in, after all, she can't stay mad for /that/ long! "But the boxers are a tribute.... we are candidates, so watch your underthings!" Wickedly grinning, she rolls over to fluff up her pillow. Ahh... if only she could stay in her cot all day.
Gekoki would point out that she isn't fighting, she's ignoring, but then that would be arguing. But she's not doing a very good job of ignoring either. She uncurls and turns around, shivering, but grinning too, "I should say so! I have nightmares about pranks where someone replaces all my underthings with really sheer lacy black panties..." She shudders, "What an awful predicament."
"What's wrong with -" Lis pauses, finally picking out a negative connotation. "Yeah, that would be, uh, bad. But what if they didn't leave you /any/ underwear at all?" Wide-eyed stare is all innocence, really; her head propped up on her pillow, propped up on her fists.
Maurin escapes in from the bustling activity of caverns and Weyr.
"That's a bad thing?" Raising a playful eyebrow, Lylia hugs her pillow. Her voice is muffled by it. "Definitely better with none. Nice to keep clothes on, don't like to risk people taking mine. But I think that most of the Weyr was rolling about the boxers. Helped keep us from getting hurt with all the 'interesting' clothes hung up." The image of the brightest and strangest garments are burned in her memory. As are the owners who tried to quietly swipe them without notice.
Liseria sits up to make a point clear to Lylia. "Hey, I got mine /before/ the whole boxers thing. And they're not interesting at /all/," she adds for still more clarification, and perhaps to warn people off any retaliation pranks.
"Why, that would be just simply awful! I mean, -" Geko stops, catching Liseria's innocent look. It might be a good idea at this time to plead, "Er, Lis? Please don't steal underwear... Especially not mine..." But she does look thoughtful at the mention of the Weyr all laughing behind mean ol' D'renn's back about the boxers.
Time to guard your underthings? Lylia is. And her ferret. "And don't take mine! I like mine, it's boring but comfy." And I'm the only weird one? Strange discussion... Her own face takes on a quivering, pleading look. She's the little lost puppy of a candidate. "Taking underwear's really really not nice."
Maurin shuffles in, ear imediately tuning in to the conversation at hand. Huh. Still on this topic? But, no, he doesn't comment, just crawls up onto his cot (which fortunately, or possibly unfortunately is rather near those of the young women's), wrapping sleeping rug around his shivering frame.
Liseria snorts disgustedly. "Just stealing the underwear. How boring." Hopefully that'll statisfy 'em. The girl falls silent, eyes unfocussing for the moment as they peer in the general direction of fellow-candidates. What diabolical plan could be entering her crazed imagination now? "What does everyone think of stripes?"
Gekoki kind of stopped listening once Lis 'promised' not to steal her underthingies. But she's still thinking about them when Lis asks the questions about stripes. "Not on my underwear!" she squeaks. Yes, getting very protective of it, she is...
"Um....." No, Lylia's not gonna answer. Pity she can't hide everything. "Larson, 'Mion... you /will/ guard my stuff, right?" Whispering to her pets, she's certainly crossing her fingers. Notminenotminenotmine.... after all, this young woman's would also retaliate. A prank war among the candidates? Why, when there's so many outsiders?
"Underwear. Feh. It's /so/ over-with. But stripes, yes." Liseria seems unnaturally pleased with herself, especially for one who's just been sentenced to the horrific duty of cleaning the barracks. Smile broadens on the once-frowning face, and she rolls over on her cot again.
"Er.... Please don't come near me with that grin? Or my stuff?" The soft, worried quiery comes from Lylia's direction. Bad bad bad. Should she move her cot nearer to Tiri's, and hide in it till the Hatching? Maybe. Clutching a complaining ferret close, Lis is making her uneasy... Best to hope it won't be her. Lis is her friend, right?
Gekoki agrees with Lis. Underwear, who needs to do anything with it but wear it? Your own, of course. "Well?" she asks Lis, who looks far far too pleased with herself...
Liseria peers up at Lylia with an innocent 'Hrmph?'. "Oh, you know. /Stripes/. Big, long streamer-type stripes." Insert-diabolical-chuckle-here. "'Course, I'll need help. And I've got no idea where I'll find it all... But /maybe/." Throughout the whole monologue, Lis eyes the ceiling with unhealthy ferocity.
Hmm? Help? "If you need help for a prank ever, my cot's over here..." Patting the blankets, Lylia cheerfully grins. As long as it's not to her. "I like pranks..."
Gekoki peers over at Lylia and Lis with just a hint of befuddlement to her eyes. Creeping closer, she asks, "What would you do with all of the stripes?"
"You'll see, you'll see!" Liseria promises with just the hint of a sardonic chuckle. Oh, but there's people in the room. "So, erm, how's everyone else?" Faranth knows Lis has gone off in the deep end; but she does the part to act the norm, laying docily on her cot.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Hmm. "Well, I'm fine..." Sleepily, Lylia flops onto her pillow. "Very tired..."