10/22/2002

02:51 PM

Logfile from K'rill.

 

 

Candidate Barracks (#816J)

This is a large room with row after row of 'cots' for the Candidates of Fort Weyr's Hatchings to sleep on during their stay at Fort Weyr. Depending on the time of day and 'year' this room oscillates between an utter disaster and a prim and properly kept room. The residents of this room are always on the lookout for sudden headwoman or dragonrider appearances, scattering to clean up the major messes when someone indeed manifests.

Near the curtain, against the wall, is a large bulletin board and, underneath it, a slate with the list of current 'occupants'.  There's also a 'chores' list, and a life-sized cutout of a suitably-dressed 'example' candidate.

You see SpaceVixen, Pretty Rock, Old glow, Spot, Bailey, and Racillon here.

Liette and Shyona are here.

Obvious exits:

Curtain

 

There is a something akin to a rustling without. Sure, it could just be people passing by in the caverns beyond, or it could be something more sinister. Was that a giggle?

 

Liette stands next to her cot, a pile of clothing on top of the raggedy half-destroyed bedding she's still using.  Quietly she appears to be trying on the new attire by holding it up against her chest or hips to check the fit, not actually getting into the stuff.

 

Shyona, as luck would have it, is sleeping.  Quite soundly by the sounds coming from her cot, or more correctly, pile of blankets atop her cot that she's currently pilled underneath.  One elbow sticks just out from underneath the pile, while a few pillows line the floor near her bed.  The only sign that she's actually there is the soft snore or occasional shifting of her position underneath the blankets as she sleeps.

 

There is another rustle, and then utter and complete silence. Ominous. Beat. "Atttttttttaaaaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkk!" screeched at the top of a rather childish voice. And then the heathens come boiling through the entrance and into the candidate's chambers, yelling and hollering all kinds of sounds as loud as can be. "Attack! Attack! Attack!" Brandishing socks filled with flour, *poof* a good two-dozen pint-sized renegades explode into the candidate's silence.

 

Screams raise up from the rear ranks of the candidate's barracks, girls bolting from bed, pulling blankets over their heads, boys grabbing pillows and running toward the invaders.  Then there's Liette, who stands there looking rather dumbfounded, a lovely looking dress held up to her chest --certainly not something one would normally see her in.  Then her voice raises, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"  And a flour-filled sock goes 'poof' a few feet from her face. 

 

If the first shout of 'attack' hadn't been enough to wake Shyona up, the three that suceed it surely were, and the tousel-headed Candidate peeks out from underneath her pile of blankets with a rather bleary-eyed appearance.  A mumbled 'huh?' just escapes her mouth before several things register at once.  One: There were munchikins in the barracks. Two: They were brandishing socks. Three: There were munchkins /in/ the barracks /with/ socks.  Liette's voice draws her out of her sleep enough for her to recognize there certainly was trouble about, and instead of darting /out/ of bed.. she pulls the covers over her head and wiggles down underneath the blankets for protection, an almost audible laugh given before she falls completely silent.

 

K'rill enters after his minions, or maybe he is the minion. Dressed in those red leathers, with what could possibly be 'war' paint streaked across his face. Hmmmm, looks curiously like smeared bubbly innards over his cheeks. He tries to keep back a chuckle while he stands near the door as the 'brat army rolls over the cots and candidates alike, nothing immune from the *floof* of flour-filled socks. Mayhem rages in their chaos and he just looks on. *snicker*

 

Liette's face is instantly flour coated by the sock that landed a hit a little too close to her, spreading its white dust all down the new dress, which she drops onto her bed.  Her voice doesn't raise again, oh no, she's lunging after the one that got her with his sock, but another one darts closer trying to get her again since she's 'easy prey'.  That's what he thinks... she grabs the backend of his trous and hikes him two feet off the floor.  "PUT THAT SOCK DOWN!"  It hits the floor as she's stared at -- so much for the fun.  Feet off the floor, the kid swings back and forth from that strong arm as she hauls him over to K'rill.  "WHAT is the meaning of this?  Are you trying to get yourself into even more trouble?" 

 

Poor, poor little Teyro.  He'd just spent that morning cleaning his cot and press and the floor around his little area.  Little Teyro who also happened to be an obsessive-compulsive neat-freak. Little Teyro who can only squeak as flour raises in great clouds from around his area.  And next to Teyro is the still hiding Candidate, Shyona.  Who, occasionally peeks out from underneath her now flour-covered blankets.  Only to spot Liette with her kidlet-handbag and K'rill.  The resultant army that still swarms the barracks is eyed as she weighs judgements, before finally sliding out from underneath all of her blankets.  The first kidlet she finds, she tracks down and..tickles.  Yes, tickles.  Success happens as the kidlet drops to the ground in giggles, and the flour sock is abandoned.

 

K'rill peers at Liette, smile hitching at the corners, "I suggest you unhand that renegade. They protect their own, you know?" Chin tilts as she gestures to a couple of five turn-olds espying Liette and their comrade, that glint to their eyes. Ohhh no. "And I'm being a nanny today." It goes with the red leathers as decreed by Tarin. "You... uh... You've got a little smudge on your face." Yeah, that would be the flour all over her. He looks beyond Liette and to the other over-run candidates in the caverns. "Yield and I'll call them off!" Well, he can at least try, can't he?

 

Liette hasn't been this pasty white since she was a baby, those green eyes looking quite odd in that flour-white face.  "How could you /unleash/ these hellions on us?  What'd we ever do to you," she complains as she levers the kicking and swinging five turn old back to the floor.  No one ever said she had mothering instincts or was good with children --yet.  "This is definitely not my idea of fun... just look at all the cleaning we'll have to do!"  Whine, whine, whine.

 

Shyona is having the time of her life.  Apparently.  One kidlet is tucked under an arm as she reaches for the flour-filled sock.  She'd not use it as a weapon quite yet.. Oh no, that's thrown underneath her bed and out of reach of the young one she had in her grasp.  Between small bits of laughter she manages to say, "It's not so bad.. It's just a little flour." Sure, so says she who was just complaining about feathers the other day.  Her obsessive-compulsive bunk-neighbor can only squeak his indifference as he begins to scoop the flour into his hands, while Shyona continues tickling her captured kidlet.

 

K'rill chuckles softly at Liette's aggravation, "We're just playing a game of renegades. You all are clearly the oppressive holders that much be quashed." Sheesh, can't she see how obvious that is? "Maybe if you give them something to show that you aren't oppressing them anymore, they might go off to fine better prey -like the weyrlings or the old aunties." He continues to just lean against the door jam and watch as the chaos begins to wind down a little bit, punctuated by the tickle-wrung giggles of one poor and tortured renegade and the squeals of a few others from beyond a cloud of white.

 

Liette points a finger in Shyona's direction, more directly at the child she's currently torturing.  "Call them off or... or that one gets it!" she threatens, though it is perhaps that she's being playful.  "Give them something, like what?"  Ah, that's when she remembers... spinning about, white-covered and all, she skids across the flour-pattered floor toward her cot and press.  She pulls out the bag of sweetsticks K'rill gave her previously and holds it up in the air.  "Come and GET IT!"  But then they'd better haul butt, or she'll really oppress them.

 

"Too bad we can't get these guys to attack him," Shyona responds towards her obsesive-compulsive Candie friend, motioning with a jerk of her head towards K'rill.  It truly would be a funny sight, and well worth any trouble they'd get into later over it.  Such thoughts, however entertaining as they may be, are put on hold as a sock comes flying towards her and lands with a *poof* of flour-clouds that cover her shoulder and side of her face and result in the release of her once captive kidlet-renegade.  Liette's actions have Shyona widening her eyes and standing, before not-so-subtly motioning towards K'rill and then the kidlets.  Maybe Liette would get the hint?  If not, Shyona looks like quite the fool doing all that waving and eye-brow lifting.

 

K'rill would squeak if it was in him as his 'minions' are drawn to the sight of candy. Ohhhhhh no. The rider seems to tense for a moment, fingers curling around the edge of the doorway. "Hey now..." This is getting to be quite the volatile situation now and the kidlets make their way to Liette. Not good at all.

 

"That's right, come and get it y'little..." Liette's voice trails off as she holds out the first candy stick toward the rushing mob, but doesn't give it to them.  No, her voice drops until she can't be heard over the babbling and cries of 'sweets sweets sweets!'.  When she stands up again, she must've made a deal with the mob, because they each grab a stick of sweet and then turn, running toward K'rill with their socks raised high.  It's all fun and games to them, right? 

 

Shyona sits happily back on her cot, watching as all the little ones head towards Liette and her candy.  And just in case some of the more over enthusastic rebels haven't quite noticed the candy as of yet, Shyona helps by prodding them in that direction. "Look what she has.. Candy.."  Complete in a sing-song sort of voice and all.  Shyona settles happily onto the floor in front of her cot, amusedly watching the effects of what kidlets with sock-filled flowers and sweets can do when appropriately motivated.

 

K'rill edges away from the door, back to the wall as he slowly scoots away and into the shadows, or at least he will try to do so. Stumbling over some powdered clothes, he hesitates as he makes it near to Shyona's cot area. "Say now... remember who you have to deal with tomorrow, you little turncoats. I don't have to to be the fat gold dragon when we play Riders and Dragons..."

 

Too late, the mob's already turning on K'rill as they run with candy in one hand and socks in the other.  The initial ranks start swinging at the rider, seemingly intent on getting him as white as the candidates that now bear the results of such attention.  "Funny how things can turn around just like that," Liette says aloud with a snap of her fingers, a little grin playing across her flour-white features.

 

Shyona was still watching all of this fun involving *flour-filled socks* and mutinous kidlets.  Watching as it comes closer and closer to her area of refuge, until she realizes how close it may actually come and quickly rises to her feet and attempts to edge /slowly/ out of the way.  "Make sure you get him good!"  That's her last parting words offered to the little ones as Shyona attempts to make her escape and head towards Liette.

 

K'rill winces and ducks, "Heathens!" He darts towards the leaving Shyona. He might be small, but he is awfully durn quick. "My apologies in advance, m'lady." Nothing works better than a human shield. He tries to grab her shirt as if to push her between him and the kidlets. Help. *gulp*

 

Liette tries to wave Shyona off from coming over in her direction, especially as she notices K'rill following along with her.   "No, go the other way, the other way!!"  Too late, she darts, vaulting over her cot to stand atop someone else's, away from the chaos.  And chaos it is, with the children swarming in droves toward K'rill, their socks battering at the air wildly, some hitting here and there, sending poofs of white flour into the air to dust their victims. 

 

Mocking never had truly been a nice thing to do, and it probably serves Shyona right that she get caught when she was attempting to make her escape.  Her being rather slow in her escape and all, it was entirely possible that she is indeed caught and used as a shield.  Too late do Liette's warnings come, because as she turns /towards/ Liette, she finds herself facing kidlets.  And barely hearing K'rills appology.  Her only response is a rather surprised, "What?"  Before the first of the socks connect, and Shyona finds herself gradually disappearing in a veil of white flour.

 

K'rill cringes and then coughs, and coughs and coughs as he is pounded with socks and flour and childish squeals. Just beyond the squeaks comes a voice, the stern sound of authority that the kidlets know well. There is a communal agreement to get the flock out of here, and off they scamper, tipping over cots and people alike in their  herd-momentum out the door. *cough*

 

"Ah-hah!" Liette crows from her tall position upon the cot, "the battle is won!"  When the herd disappears, the clouds start to settle, and the woman starts laughing, which is quite the amusing and amazing sight indeed.  "That'll be the last time you try that on us K'rill!"  Yeah, yeah.  Right? Right?

 

 

K'rill seems to have found his way onto someone's cot, his red leathers looking rather pink with all the flour coating him. His hair? Looking rather like an old man now. A sneeze sends a new cloud of the white stuff and he wipes a hand over his nose. He chuckles softly, "Next time I'll equip them with bubblies and we'll see who wins."

 

"You wouldn't dare!" Liette insists, but who knows, maybe he /would/.  "I hope you're going to help us clean this up, since you're apparently the mastermind behind it."  Already some of the candidates in the back have started to shake off their beds, right cots and sweep flour into piles. 

 

It takes a mite-bit longer for Shyona to actually appear, and when she does, she's crouched low to the ground with her hands over her head.  She managed to avoid most of the blows that way, but that doesn't include the flour that eventually shifted downwards to settle on her.  The resulting appearance is one of white.  From the flour on her hair and face, to the trais of it that leak down her shoulders and tunic.  Amazingly enough, she's grinning.

 

K'rill blinks owlishly at her, pronounced by the stark white of his face. "Eh?" That is a sound just brimming with lost and 'clueless' meaning. "Actually, it was Robb that thought it all up." Robb would be a gangly nine turn-old who spends far too much time plotting taking over the weyr. The rider glances over to the well and dusted Shyona, snickering a little more.

 

"Sure, blame it on a child who isn't here," Liette says with a roll of her eyes as she hops off the cot and starts shaking off the new outfits which are now covered in flour from tip to tail.  "Well, at least my robe's already white," she mutters, looking at the half-finished tube of fabric. 

 

"I think..we won."  Belated as ever comes that statement as Shyona stands, her hands ineffectively brushing her tunic and trousers in an attempt to make them their normal, not-white color.  She fails horribly, but looks as if she could care less about that.  K'rill is her object of attention as she sends an amused glance his way, "Did they teach you to use defenseless civilians," Yes, she was a civilian in her minds-eye, "As shields against rebels in Weyrlinghood?"  Arms are crossed across her stomach as she does her best to imitate a stern-glare; but the flour completely erodes any effectiveness of said glare.

 

K'rill would blush at Shyona's words, but it is so very hard to tell under that coating of flour. "And for that I apologize, Shyona. I was a desperate man. Forgive me?" Puppy-canine eyes and everything. Rider shoots a smile to Liette, grin tickling at the corners of his lips.

 

Liette shakes out her robe and lays it at the head of her cot which has managed to remain uncoated by the white powder.  "You /are/ going to help, right?" she asks K'rill again, managing a stern tone of voice and glare despite the flour still on her brows and in her hair.  "Don't let him go anywhere until he says yes, Shyona..."  Yeah.

 

"I suppose." Yes, Shyona is too soft-hearted, or easily forgiving.  K'rill is grinned at as Shyona walks forwards, in preperation to clean up her cot, until Liette's directions are heard and she turns.  "That's right.. You should help you know.  Show us the proper way to..do all of this.." A vague flip of her hand is given as she indicates the partially turned-over cots, and unmade cots, "Wouldn't be good if we did this the wrong way and later flunked an inspection."  See how convincing she can't be?

 

K'rill pushes up from the cot, shaking a good amount of flour down about him. He bends forward and then proceeds to shake his head -much akin to a canine shaking his body to rid it of water. But, well, K'rill is trying to get rid of flour. He combs his fingers back through his hair as he rights, shooting them a grin. "Me? No. In fact, I think you all should consider this an object lesson in security. Caught unawares by a pack of kidlets? How are you all to be riders? It is 'brats one day? Could it be thread the next? Something to think about." And with that, he begins for the door.

 

Liette wheels around and trots over toward K'rill, wielding a jutting finger in his direction.  "Ooooh no, you're not getting away that quickly."  In fact, she inserts herself in his path, or at least makes a really good effort to do so.  "You're going to help us clean up this mess... you certainly encouraged it."

 

"Didn't they catch you as well?" Shyona oh so helpfully points out with a hidden grin, "Towards the end, that is?  And, you were the one who released them in here, weren't you?" Shyona then asks, before stepping off to the side to watch as Liette attempts to prevent his leaving.  She however, can't think of much else to say or do.  She certainly wasn't going to be able to stop him if he wanted to leave.

 

K'rill hesitates at the doorway, turning about to peer at Liette, gaze following the waggling finger. Dearest Faranth. It is his mother all over again. He tries to grab that offending finger, leaning closer to her, and the sound of his voice almost sounds as though he is humoring her. "I believe you are forgetting an important part in all of this, Liette. I encouraged nothing." He glances over her shoulder to peer across to Shyona. "I did nothing of the sort."

 

Liette pulls on her caught finger, her eyes narrowing as she glares at K'rill.  "That's a lie and you know it," she replies in a tone that borders on dangerously innocent and sweet.  "Afterall, what would Tarin think about you coming into the barracks with all of us girls around here, hmm?" Maybe, just maybe, she can work on him and get him to stay and help out.  "I mean, some of us were unprotected and sleeping, like Shyona over there."  Can't have predatory bronzers in the barracks then!

 

Shyona stares from K'rill to Liette with an expression akin to..fear.  Yup. They've done it. She's officially out of this conversation now.  A single half grin is offered to both before she turns and heads for her cot; attempting to straighten the flour-covered sheets and to replace the pillows that had fallen on the floor.  Only the slightest glance goes out to the other two occasionally, though she now remains quite silent.

 

K'rill clears his throat, at first looking a little uncomfortable, and then he continues, "Well, I suppose it will be talk like that which will keep me out of your presence then, if you so desire it..." He talks a long step back, sketching her a bow that leaves a good amount of flour slipping from his shoulders and to drift to the ground. He shoots her a glance, offers Liette a wry grin and then leaves out the door with a flour-clouded wake.

 

Blinkblink.  Liette stands there for a long moment, finger still standing out and pointing at no one now that K'rill has wandered off.  "That's not what I meant," she grumbles under her breath, looking a little stunned.  That did /not/ go the way she wanted it too, and now she feels guilty.  She /looks/ it, as she reverses and quietly zooms back to her cot, not saying a word to Shyona.