3/18/2002

11:44 PM

Logfile from Mosiah.

 

Infirmary

Echoing and austere, blank stone walls are vaulted high to overshadow the row of white-curtained cots along the back wall. Ancient metal gleams steel-bright in the form of sinks and examination table, lit relentlessly by bright glows and reflecting the colours of bottles and jars shelved above. Padlocked cabinets hide the more dangerous drugs and implements, whilst healer paraphenalia litters one solid oak table with sweetly-fragranced herbs and tattered scrolls. A small hearth contains a fire usually banked low, several cauldrons set ready nearby to for heating water. A dark staircase twists up from one corner to the dragonhealer's lair; one low door leads into the lower caverns, another to weyrhealers' quarters. Barn-sized doors open inwards with creak of hinges from the ground weyr.

Comfortable on top of a cupboard are ten firelizards.

You see examination area and Candidate Physicals Board here.

Elehu, Miralwyn, Fyria, Tevya, Reiko, Mimi, and Lhana are here.

Obvious exits:

Ground Weyrs     Inner Caverns     Healers' Quarters

 

Mimi goes home.

 

Lhana backs away from the rest of the crowd a tad, determined not to go first.  No sirree.  Blend, blend.  Maybe she should've worn camoflauge, rather than pink.  Oy.  Tevya the Brave is given a look that she hopes is not /too/ admiring, and she nods.  "Yeah."  Then quickly shuts her mouth and remembers to stay inconspicuous.  Doot dee doo...

 

Elehu grins at Reiko and gives a tiny shrug.  "Oh, you know... I'll need those lovely little instruments, and those need to be sterilized... simple stuff."  Mmm, redwort.  Lovely.  She gives the rider a wink then and starts to turn back to her desk.  "The more help I need, the faster these things go, you see."  Meaning anything, honest.  Ele starts to move out from behind her desk towards the nearest cots.  "All right, so, Miralwyn and I can each take one of you," she starts to say as Mosiah enters.  Ooh, another helper by chance?

 

Mosiah was just looking for a cot to stretch out on /away/ from the barracks and the ever-present smell of llama. You know, just a place to snooze for a bit of peace and quiet among the invalids. And so, he is mildly surprised to find quite a large group within the infirmary. He makes to turn right on back about, but apparently Elehu catches his gaze and... "Uh... Hi there."

 

Fyria follows Lhana's move, slipping behind the murder of Candidates (or wait, is that crows?) and slowly, ever so slowly, towards the Healers' Quarters.  Good, with the others getting dressed, she might...just /might/ be able to slip away unnoticed.  Slink, slink, slink....

 

Miralwyn nods slightly, reverting to Healer mode with alacrity.  Despite the fact that she, too, is clad in one of the drafty behind (pun intended) gowns.  She moves over to stand by one of the cots, and quirks an eyebrow at the rest of the Candidate Horde. And spots Fyria.  Slinking away? Hah.  "Oh, Fyria, I've a spot open for you right here..."  she calls out mock pleasantly.

 

Reiko frowns. This wasn't exactly the visit she had in mind, apparently. "Oh." She pushes herself off the countertop and looks around rather blankly. Instruments. Um. "Where are they again?" Or perhaps more significantly, /what/ are they...

 

"Okay then.." And with a nod towards Lhana, Tevya steps behind the changing screen and quickly changes into the robe, before returning once more to stand in the line of Candidates.  Fyria's slinking away isn't quite noted, as of yet at least.  The search for instruments is, and this'll cause Tevya a pause in thought and movements.  Gaze slides around the room once more, before curiosity gets the best of her and Tevya takes a half step closer.  "What exactly were we suppose to do again?  I think I missed it the first time."

 

Seeing as Fy is already taking /that/ exit, Lhana casts about for a different place to hide.  Hmmm...Hmmmm...  And her gaze falls on...the cots?  Ah-hah!  Capital idea, capital, capital!  And she slowly, carefully, sneaks towards one, and then, seeing that Fy has created a nice diversion, she stealthily dives for the cot and...she's under the covers, quick as a wink.  She pulls them up over her face, attempting to look generally sick.  Can't give an anonymous invalid a physical, after all.

 

Laytai ducks in from the inner caverns.

 

Laytai blinks in surprise. "Whoa, are we having a party in the Infirmary now?"

Caught! Fyria hisses to herself - you see, she isn't really afraid of physicals, she was trying to catch some Kare-time.  Nonetheless, her eyes narrow at Wyn with a thanks-a-lot look as she freezes, but doesn't budge an inch.  "I was just letting everyone else go first, to be nice."  Mrr.

 

Laytai slips through the door to the inner caverns.

 

Elehu's eyes light up a bit as she spots Mosiah.  "Excellent, good to see you, Mosiah," she calls over, adding a quick wave to the young man.  "You can do physicals, right?  I'm sure someone mentioned your name once.  It'll just take a moment."  Reiko then gets another little grin as Ele points back towards one of cabinets nearest the robes.  "There should be quite a few trays set up already.  They have those little hammers and glowtubs and listening tubs and things...  Or you could just watch, of course," she adds, biting her lip for a moment.  "But it really does go faster with help."

 

Kariel appears from the healers' quarters.

 

Mosiah offers up a resigned sigh as he starts over towards the washing are, rolling up his sleeves and moving to scrub his hands. He flickers a glance to the group of his fellow candidates, just noticing Lhana try to sneak away and do what he was planning to do. Not so quick, miss. Once done with the scrubbing, he answers Elehu while stalking towards the cots, "Yeah, I've don't plenty. More than plenty, especially those of candidates." He finally reaches Lhana's cot, and then moves to kick a toe at it. Wakie-wakie.

 

Miralwyn offers Fyria a sunny, and quite obviously false, smile.  The wickedly amused glitter in her eyes supercedes the sunny exterior.  "Oh nonsense,"  she replies to Fyria, waving her over with a slightly imperious gesture.  "I'd rather get you out of the way, so I can take more time with those that might be frightened."  Heh. Watch Fyria try and use that excuse /now/.  "So, tell me, how has your health been, lately?  Any colds, cuts, scrapes, sprains, contusions, compound fractures or the like?"

 

Noise, noise, what is this confounded noise? CurmudgeonKare grumbles and bumbles in from his rooms, rather groggy by the looks of it... and the fact legs are bare, and he's clad by only a meager pair of cotton shorts and terrycloth robe. He was /trying/ to /sleep/. Until... noise... mmph. "What in Faranth's name is the hubbub...?" he rumbles drowsily, rubbing light-blinded eyes and wrinkling his nose.

 

Reiko straightens her shoulders, flashing a look at Elehu that could only be called defiant. She might be unobservant, but she's not incapable, after all! And she strides over to the cabinet for the requested items, figuring out for herself with a minimum of error where the redwort is so things can be sterilized. She does pause to eye a practically naked Kariel as he stumbles in, her gaze sweeping over the weyrhealer in casual and completely unconscious appraisal. "Morning, sleepyhead," she greets wryly, with her usual disregard for anything resembling respect. Why start now?

 

Lhana is really quite clever, yes she is.  Choosing such a wonderful hiding place as a - oh, shardit.  She's been caught.  "Hey!"  To avoid said kicking toe, Lhana shifts and...nearly falls off the cot.  "Eep!"  So she climbs back onto her feet, laying her hands on her hips crossly.  "Oh, fine," she mutters, and saunters slowly back toward the line, giving Kare, with shorts and robe, little more than a glance.  As soon as she believes all backs to be turned, however, she turns back around and attempts to crawl back under the covers again.  If at first you don't succeed...

 

Fyria looks down at the 'gown', if you could call it that, in her hand and purses her lips annoyingly.  "Really Wyn, I can /wait/."  Edge edge sideways now.  "Better to get the others done before they outright bolt like herdbeasts in the pens....Kariel!"  Fyria does manage to prevent herself from outright jumping at him, thought it's a struggle.  "Good morning to you lu---er, Weyrhealer."  Cough. Grin. 

 

Running truly got you no where.  Really, when you wore that white-knot you stood out a dragon-lenght away.  And besides, Healers helped.  Not hurt.  Or so these common thoughts are what hold Tevya within the room as she idly stands, in the midst of several healers, Riders and co-Candidates.  "Or I can wait..or help.."  Best offer the later.

 

A highly amused look crosses Elehu's face as she watches Reiko for a second or two, an odd smile adding to it.  "Thank you, Reiko," she calls over, before turning to Tevya.  "Right, so.. that leaves you to me, right?" she asks the Candidate pleasantly, hands clasped.  "I'll just clean up quickly, if you'll get ready... then just pick out a cot."  And not waiting to see if the young woman complies, she turns to start scrubbing her hands and arms, and spots the senior weyrhealer out of the corner of her eyes.  "Out of beauty sleep?" she asks him teasingly.

 

Mosiah flickers a wry grin to the line of fellow candidates, only to trail after Lhana once more. "Nope, get on over to the examination table, Lhana. Best to just get over with it... Hey, at least you've got me, you could have had..." He trails off, flickering a glance to Kariel with a pair of upward-arched eyebrows. Him? "Got your examination robe on?" Hard to tell with her constantly trying to burrow under blankets on cots.

 

Miralwyn continues to smile, falsely bright, at Fyria as she, too, approaches the basin and scrubs.  Kariel is given a nod, and then it's back to harassing fellow Candidates. Or, perhaps just one.  "Tsk, one thing you should never wait on is finding out whether or not you're healthy or not, particularly not when you have the Hatching Sands."  Yes, she /could/ pick another victim, but Fy's made herself a challenge.  "Come now, have a seat on the cot,"  she insists, neatly moving into the path of any escape attempts. "We'll do this quickly, and you can go back to making eyes at Kariel."  Another sweet smile.  "So... any medical complaints, lately?"  she inquires again.

 

Freak ogles Kariel. Who wears shortshorts?

 

Kariel is startled by the presense of a flurry of candie (harhar), quickly moving to tie his robe a bit further shut. Elehu is afforded a sarcastic smile before Fyria is heard and immediately sought out, eyes brightening noticably from bleary state. "Good evening, Candidate Fyria..." he replies ever so formally, wry smile tracing his lips...

 

Kariel wears shortshorts!

*catcall* SexyHealerMon..

Order now, supplies are limited!

 

"Right." A quick comment from Tevya before she smoothes out the robe she was currently wearing, before a cot is found and Tevya deposits herself into it.  Ankles cross over one another and hands fold in her lap, while fingers idly tap a tempo upon her lap.

 

Lhana gets back up again, giving Moe a hefty glare.  "Fine.  Fine, fine, fine."  She keeps repeating this, but...it's a pretty good bet she doesn't actually mean it.  Cough.  "No, I'll get one."  And examination robe is grabbed irritably.  The best laid plans...  Stepping behind a screen, she changes into the over-large robe (Fy's right, it -is- less drafty this way!  Or was that Wyn who said it...) and steps up onto the examination table, where she crosses her arms sulkily.  Just when it was looking like she'd get out of it, too.

 

Fyria's cheeks flush slightly at Kariel's innocent (not so?) words, even as her lips curl into a half-smile--that is until Wyn's words drag her back to reality.  Mrrr.  She glances over at Wyn with a wary expression - that girl looks a /bit/ too eager to give Fy an examination.  "Mmmph...can I at least change into this gown first?"  Fy looks around for a dressing screen, or curtain, or a strategically placed handcloth at this point.  Not that nakedness embarasses her or anything.

 

Elehu focuses on Tevya now as she walks over to the cot the candidate had chosen out.  The others will be just fine.  "Any major injuries or sicknesses in the past few Turns?" she asks quietly, giving what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

Mosiah flickers a wry grin to Lhana, "Happen to have any illnesses or pains plaguing you?" And please don't answer that a certain Healer candidate is one of them? "You know, like a funny tickle behind your left knee? Or a horrible case of dandruff?" With that last, his grin quirks just enough to prove that he is deliberately teasing.

 

Yumi appears from the healers' quarters.

 

Reiko starts back towards Elehu with the trays of sterilized equipment, her own hands stained a rather attractive *hack* shade, and her expression only mildly annoyed. She doesn't even notice Kariel and Fyria eyeing each other up--surprise, surprise. The supplies are set onto a handy cart with a bang, and Reiko stands at Ele's shoulder, waiting to see if she's really needed. Oh, and let's not miss the opportunity to check out a barely dressed Tevya. Fringe benefits, and all that.

 

Lhana sighs, rolling her eyes.  "No...no illnesses."  A bit of a stress is put on the word, as she gives him a pointed look.  Plagues?  Well, yeah, she has a few of those - in fact, she's looking at one right now!  Err..um.  Then she gapes, glaring at him even if he /is/ just teasing.  One should never joke about something like dandruff, after all.  It's pure blasphemy.  Or...something like it, at least.  "No, I'm fine," she repeats, with a little sigh.  And don't you dare make a comment about her pink hair-ribbons either.

 

Of course Wyn is eager. If she keeps busy, she might just dodge her own physical. Physicals are rather undignified experiances, after all.  She collects a sterile tray, and returns to her post by her own selected cot, one hand holding the back of her gown closed as she keeps a loose eye on the direction of the curtain Fy is changing behind, alert for any rustles that might hint at an escaping candie.

 

Tevya's answer is relatively easy enough, a grin crossing her face as she shakes her head.  "No serious injuries or sicknesses within the past few Turns."  That she could truly remember, that is.  And if this was all the examination was about, Tevya could relax.  Relatively speaking.  Gaze, of it's own accord, flickers yet again around the area.  Tevya either too concerned with the going ons around her..or someone who cant really keep completely still at all times.  Reiko's gaze isn't noticed however, Tevya quite oblivious to it upon hearing Lhana's comments.  And a cheerful grin is given to her friend.  "Cheer up Lhana.  At least it's not Druseth giving the physical."

 

Reiko doesn't notice because Kare is discreet. Really. Or maybe not. Crossing to toss Fyria her gown, he sneaks a pinch to her rear end... going to redwort his hands. "Well, since I'm here, I might as well help out, ya know... I think I'll start with... Fyria." Sounds good to him.

 

Elehu jumps just a bit as a tray bangs against the top of cart.  She turns a surprised look on Reiko, then smiles a little, head tilting just a bit to the side.  "Thank you," she tells the rider again, though this time in a quiet aside.  No need to add to the rest of the din.  She turns back to Tevya to give a quick nod, smiling once more at the candidate.  "Good to hear.  I'll just start out checking your eyes, ears, throat... stuff like that."  Ele then glances over at Reiko, taking the chance to get her first good look at the rider that day.  "Reiko, I don't suppose you could hand me a glowtube..."

 

Mosiah wasn't about to speak of pink hair-ribbons, seeing as he is currently possessed by looking deep into Lhana's eyes, "Look straight ahead, please?" He delves a hand into a pocket where a conveniently settled glowtube was ready and waiting for him. "Nice eyes. I've been told numerous times that a person could loose themselves in my eyes. Not sure whether to be flattered of appalled. I'd rather they notice the whole face." Especially the dimples. "Watch the glowstick please." And then he moves it from side to side, attentive on Lhana's gaze.

 

Yumi slinks into the Infirmary, quietly moving to the back.  She's here for the learning experience. Physicals are just so much fun!  Quickly braiding her hair, she stands against the wall, helping to hold it up.

 

Fyria catches the gown deftly, giving Kariel an amused look - and quick wink - followed by a yelp for that butt-pinch.  "Hey!! Since when is /that/ part of the physical?"  She rubs her rear with a dour gaze at the Weyrhealer before slipping into the gown reluctantly.  Holding the back closed as best she can, she pads over towards Wyn, hopping up on the cot, and nearly losing her gown to begin with.  "Shardin' worthless piece of..." Ehem.  Fyria eyes Kariel's eagerness to help with a gleam in her own eyes, then goes all sober.  "No, no illnesses, Wyn.  Just a small scar on my forearm, that's all."  Must. Not. Smirk.

 

Mocha eyes widen considerably, and Lhana shudders involuntarily at the very /notion/ of Druseth giving her a physical.  Then she turns to actually give a little grin to Tevya.  Oy.  "Well, I suppose it /could/ be worse."  Dubious look for Moe, who also gets a blink.  But then...oh, right.  Look forward.  "Thank you," she says, unable to help perking up a bit at the compliment.  She just loves 'em, after all.  "And I'd take it as a compliment if I were you."  Sort of like she just did.  "Because I don't think anyone's ever going to tell you 'Nice face.'"  Glowstick is watched dutifully, if a tad lazily.  It is just a glowstick, after all.

 

Reiko doesn't notice because she rarely notices anything that isn't pointed out to her. Fyria's yelp, however, is impossible to miss, and both candidate and weyrhealer get a long look before she turns her attention to Ele's request. It takes her a minute to sort out which item is the glowtube, but she eventually hands the right item to Elehu... letting her hand brush the healer's as she does so. "My pleasure," she says, with a fair bit of irony. Anyone who knows Reiko knows about how much she enjoys a crowded room.

 

Chin is dipped in a nod, Tevya offering an, "Okay." As verbal response.  Lhana's comment only drawing a small laugh from her.  "It can always be worse Lhana.  Never forget that.." And in whole that was the truth..if not slightly emphasized. "Like a few nights ago for instant." Yes the later just had to be tacked on, and Tevya will watch Lhana from the corner of her eyes.  Teasing.  Taken to a whole new level.  Before..yelp is heard and Tevya turns to face Fyria, brows lifting in curiosity.  "You okay Fy?"

 

Kariel all too easily sort of... begins to nudge Miralwynout of the way. "Now now, candidate... you go sit with the others. We have this under control." He's got it all under control, bay-bee. Hehehe. Blonde mop is tossed as he gestures to the cot... "I know that scar." And a few other birthmarks strategically placed as well - but we won't go there.

Elehu's smiles widens a little at Reiko

 

"No? But I suppose it goes beyond the face. My entire physique is rather magnificent." Moe comments idly, moving to stand at Lhana's side to peep into her ears. Looking for the usual: earwax, inflammation, foreign objects... And finding none. He blinks, glancing up to look at the others, snickering at one comment or another.

 

Elehu's smiles widens a little at Reiko's helpfulness.  "Likewise," she answers in a quiet voice, giving the rather busy room a sweeping glance before turning back to Tevya.  Right, back to business.  "Enjoying being back in that white knot of yours?" she asks the candidate while uncapping the small glowtube and beginning to check over the young woman.

 

Miralwyn snorts softly, eyes dancing as she backs slightly out of the way, murmuring a "Don't enjoy yourself too much..."  to the weyrhealer as she retreats to content herself with handing over instruments. Or something. 

 

Yumi's hand manages to stifle most of the giggling as she watches the room with interest.  Healers are almost as strange as candidates.  She can't help but smirk at their discomfiture as she remembers her own physical at the Hall.  Trying not to shudder, Yumi tries not to make too much noise, lest she be drafted.

 

Lhana shudders, again.  "You're right.  After /that/, this is nothing."  And she glances about from Moe to the others.  "Shells.  Did you hear about that?  With Druseth?"  Another shudder, which is likely beginning to impede in the examination process at this point.  "He is /soooo/ scary!"  But then Moe's comments get another blink.  "Okay...nice physique, then?  Who's gonna tell you that?"  But that's beside the point.  Whatever that is.  "Anyway, that dragon is /scary/.  He /roared/ at me and Tevya the other night, and I have it on good authority that he wants to /eat/ me."  Nod, nod.

 

"Yes, I'm /fine/..." is Fyria's rather dry comment towards Tevya, her dear friend getting a little wink.  She swings her feet back and forth slightly, blinking curiously as Kariel succeeds in commandeering her for himself.  "It's okay Wyn, I think I can handle one little Weyrhealer," she says, giving her fellow Candidate a slight smirk.  Fyria turns back to Kariel with a wry grin of her own, saying "I'd hope you know that scar, but be assured no new ones have appeared since we last....conversed."  In that conversive, sort of way.  Cough.

 

Jundi ducks in from the inner caverns.

 

"It's been interesting so far," Tevya responds, grinning.  "Never thought it'd happen twice, but I'm not going to complain."  Conversation then shifts to Lhana as Tevya laughs once more.  "He was okay until you started scritching him too.  I really think he thinks you're meant to be lunch or something Lhana.."  Head is then shaken slightly, before Tevya realizes that's not a good thing to do during a physical and ceases the motion.  Only to give Fyria a wink and small grin, "Just checking on you Fy.  Hate to see you fail your physical."

 

Kariel hmphs at Fyria, muttering under his breath: "Little?" ever so smbiguously before leaning over to shine glowtube into her ears, eyes, nose, eyes, and then mouth... "Open wide... say ahh." Cackle.

 

Reiko pulls up a stool and settles herself indolently. It's been a while since she had any actual business working in the infirmary, not to mention how long it's been since her own candidate physical--performed, incidentally, by the same healer. Emerald gaze slides sidelong to watch Elehu work, an odd little smile playing about the corners of her lips. She's paying attention, really.

 

Mosiah quirks a wry grin to Lhana, "I've had plenty of people tell me that. You just haven't had the privilege of catching me in the buff with this beastly climate. Wrapped in hides from scalp to toes." Even though he most certainly isn't right now. He moves away from her ears... only to place hands on her cheeks and tilt her head up to peer up her nose. Yes, folks! Peer /up/ her nose. "Marvelous view, this... anyone tell you that you have nice nostrils. Get large amounts of air with those, I should say."

 

Lhana points dramatically at Tevya, forgetting entirely that she's supposed to be making this process /easier/ for the one performing the examination.  "See?  See???  She agrees!  I told you he wants to eat me."  Just in case they didn't believe her the first time.  Moe then gets an odd look for his comments - well, as best a look as she can give with her head tilted up like that.  "Uh...thanks."  She'll just ignore that comment about him out in the nude in the cold.  Cough.

 

Fyria doesn't reply to that half-question, hands resting on the edge of the cot as she continues to swing her feet.    She does lift a brow however when he asks her to open wide - and it takes extreme effort not to come back with a wit--oh what the shells, she might as well, and does.  "You only have to ask once, y'know."  Wicked gleam.  And thus, she opens her mouth wide, muttering a gutteral "Ahhhhh..."

 

Miralwyn switches for gravitating between the cots, looking slightly bored.  Catching the edge of Mosiah's comment, she twinkles.  "Privilege?  I think I'd be rather frightened instead."  she drawls, before finding a conveniant wall to keep her back to.

 

Yumi wiggles her finger at Wyn, her fellow support beam. 

 

Jundi steps into the infirmary, getting told from somebody-or-other that it might not be a bad idea to show up now.  So.  Here she is, without too much fanfare or extravagance.  "So, erm, what exactly is going on, anyway?"  This directed at anyone who looks unbusy enough to answer her.  She doesn't like being around Healer Places when she's not sick.  And she's definatly not sick, so she definatly doesn't like to be here right now.

 

Sikkyen ducks in from the inner caverns.

 

Elehu laughs softly as she finishes up with the glowtube.  "You never know what the future might hold," she replies to Tevya, though she does give Reiko a sidelong glance.  Just 'cause.  The healer recaps her glowtube and holds it out to the rider with a grin.  "I don't suppose you could hand me the listening tube now," she says all too sweetly.  "Don't worry, I'll warm it up first," she's quick to add to the candidate.

 

Mosiah flickers a glance to Miralwyn, "Hey, don't knock it, unless you've seen it." Sure, she saw some of his scars, but still... Finished looking up Lhana's nose he tucks the glowtube away and instead reaches to drag the cord looped around his neck over his head, brandishing his listening tube. Hand rubs on the metal to warm it before pressing it to her chest to listen to Lhana's heartbeat. Apparently satisfied that she does have a heart, he meanders around to her back, "Breathe for me please. Deep breaths. I'm sure you've had some practice doing those?"

 

Kariel clears his throat, shifting awkwardly as he examines her mouth... trying to push those evil, evil thoughts from his mind. Unsuccessfully. tossing glowtube aside, he grabs a spare listening tube and begins to warm it in the palm of his hand, replying only, "Your mouth seems just as I remember it, yes..." under his breath...

 

Sikkyen slips in. Yeah, yeah, he's trying to ignore everyone and get ignored. If he says he was here and nobody noticed him, then nobody can complain, right? Logic. Uh-huh. [[Scary. Logical Ike? Since /when/?]]

 

Miralwyn gives Yumi a slight smile and a nod, keeping her gown's backside, with it's tendancy to airiness, up against the stone wall. Which happens to be the one near the door. Therefore, she spots Sikkyen. But quietly, hissing.  "Sikkyen... against the wall here...out of the line of sight."

 

Reiko takes the glowtube and replaces it in the tray, picking through the remaining items for something that looks like it might be a listening tube, reaching toward Elehu with the item dangling from her fingers rather precariously. And still she hasn't bothered to move herself from the stool where she's settled, her free hand tucking another chunk of hair behind her ear. But she didn't miss that glance... mostly because she was looking that way anyhow.

 

"True.."  The first of the healers comments is given a warm grin, Tevya relaxing enough to settle hands around her stomach as ankles are re-crossed.   The later of Elehu's comments is given a small laugh, before Tevya adds, "Thanks.  I appreciate that."  And the remaining interactions between fellow candidates and healers is studied briefly, a quick to expand grin encompassing the entire of her facial features as one scene in particular is spotted.

 

Sikkyen dressed in black, thank Faranth. [[When /isn't/ he dressed in solid, midnight hues?]] And he's getting used to skulking in shadows without being seen - so, he shifts into the shadows next to 'Wyn, against the wall - out of the line of sight. Bwah.

 

Lhana begins to take a deep breath before...exhaling suddenly.  "Hey!"  What's that supposed to mean?!  And rather than breathing, she chooses to fume instead.  Grrrr.  But then she coughs, sighs, and complies.  After all, the sooner she gets this over with, the sooner she can get thinking on a comeback for that one.  "Oh /why/ did I ever agree to this...?" she can be heard to lament under her breath.  Candidacy.  Physicals.  Ugh.

 

Yumi smiles, waving discreetly to Sien, as she pushes away from the wall.  No airy, backside-exposing gown for her.  She's just here to enjoy the show.  And the torment.  Yumi offers a brief smile, before fading back into the scenery.

 

Jundi spots a skulking candie, and joins in the general skulkingness of skulkdom.  Skulk.  Thusly does Jun sidle over to Ike and Wyn, whispering urgently, "What's going on?  No one will tell me."  The healers are eyed with vague suspicion the way a wherry eyes a watch-wher, one one somehow chances upon the other against all odds.  "I hate infirmaries."

 

Elehu winks at Reiko as she takes the listening tube, quickly rubbing the small disc at one end against the inside of her arm.  "You haven't lost your touch," she informs the rider, tone quite innocent, her smile only a shade less so.  "You should drop by more often to assist."  She tames the look on her face a bit more as she turns back to Tevya, amusement still tingling softly into the background.  "Just breath deep and slowly... this will only take a moment."  Unfortunately, this particular healer is a bit too focused on the two people at hand to notice much beyond the little sphere.

 

"You're not the only one," Sien agrees in a low, dangerous tone. Infirmary's are /evil/. He only comes either to find Yumi, or when he's hurt -- and he doesn't visit Yumi all that often, so the vast majority of the times he's been here has been under.. perilous times. "Phsyicals," is darkly said. "I hate them."

 

Fyria closes her mouth, resisting the urge to lick her lips considering the present company.  If it were private, however - bad Fyria! Rules, rules!  She cants her head to the side a bit, brow lifting again as she catches his whisper.  "Oh really? What else do you remember?"  Because Fyria surely hasn't forgotten about him, evil thoughts and all.  Great, now /she's/ having evil thoughts which would prolly compete closely with his.  Dang drafty gown.

 

Miralwyn skulks accordingly, sweeping a hand down to take in the cool blue-white of the gown that's replaced her normal greys and blacks.  "Candidate physicals,"  she murmurs back calmly.  "Might want to get on a gown. Blend in with the ones that have already had theirs."  Perhaps what Wyn herself intends to do?

 

Mosiah chuckles softly as he listens to her breathing, "Just teasing. Have I ever told you my bedside manner is second to none?" Again, satisfied with what he hears, he rights, tucking the listening tub away. Glowtube appears once more as he stands before Lhana, "Open up..." Yes, he gets to look into her mouth now.

 

Kariel just hmmms, kneeling next to her and placing the warmed tube to her chest... hand only straying a bit. Really. Promise. Whine. Why do you not believe me? "Deep breaths..." he instructs, lingering close to her side...

 

Reiko eyes Elehu evenly, one brow arching to disappear behind her thick fringe of bangs at the comment. "I've been meaning to drop by more often," she replies mildly, perhaps having other kinds of assistance in mind. Her eyes turn to Ele's hands then--strictly professional, of course--before scanning the room idly. "I don't know when I've seen such a conscientious group of candidates," she murmurs under her breath, a twisted little halfsmile curving her lips.

 

Sikkyen sighs, and skulks out of the shadows, boot heels clicking smartly against the floor. He crosses the infirmary, not bothering to hide his presence, and slumps against the wall next to Yumi. "Is it just me, or is the 'nfirmary /crowded/?" is softly enquired of his good friend.

 

Lhana gives Moe another one of her little glares before giving it up and rolling her eyes instead.  "Right..." she says dubiously.  Then she opens her mouth obediently before closing it again because she has something she wants to say.  "Sooo...who does your physical?"  That thought given, she remembers she's supposed to be 'ahhhh'ing, or whatever, and opens her mouth again.  She /assumes/ he meant her mouth, anyway...

 

Jundi nods dourly to Sikkyen.  "Its not just you.  An' the only thing worse'n a 'firmary an' healers issa /crowded/ 'firmary.  Ugh."  She glares about at the healers as if it is somehow their fault that candies are required to get physicals.  Yes.  Blame the evil healers.  "I wish we could get this done with quicker."

 

Yumi points out the stash of gowns in case anyone's interested.  Chuckling, she can't help herself.  "Don't forget to hold the back closed."  Or not.  A frown is thrown at Sien as she nods.  "You should visit more often.  We miss you."  A wicked grin is offered, before she disappears back into the shadows.

 

Instructions are followed to the letter, Tevya doing as instructed while trying to hear for herself just what Elehu was intent on hearing.  Moments pass in silence while she listens, before shaking her head once more.  That particular thought given up, she'll turn to Reiko to offer the woman a smile.  "How're things Reiko?" Completely oblivous? You bet.

 

Fyria /is/ quite the conscientious Candidate...very prompt on her physicals, green stuff, etc.  See?  And look, she's even behaving nicely for Kariel.  Mmhmm.  It takes a lot of effort to control her grin, her shifting a bit next to him.  Deep breaths....inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...oooh, mind. Out. Of. Gutter. Think...latrines! Yes, icky latrines, cold latri---bah.  Who's she kidding.  It's not working. 

 

Mosiah chuckles, answering as he peers down her throat, "Well, I suppose either Elehu or Kariel. Whichever one manages to get me first." He shrugs his shoulders, motioning her to go ahead and close her mouth, babble further, whatever the mood suits her. Glowtube is put in his pocket, only to reach for the... *drumroll*... mallet. Standing off to the side and out of kicking distance, he proceeds to check her reflexes by striking the head of the mallet just below her kneecap, for each leg.

 

Ike's missed. Awww. He snuffles, and glances towards the gowns with much trepidation. Those things -never- stay closed. Sikkyen sighs, and fidgets. Yes, he just.. fidgets.

 

Elehu gives a little laugh and winks at the rider.  "Anytime, Reiko.  It's a bit hard for me to drop in on you, after all."  Though there are other methods to get the rider's attention now and then.  "Everything looks and sounds fantastic so far, Tevya," she then adds, straightening as she removes the listening tube from her neck and sets it down carefully, leaning across the others for a moment to grab the tiny mallet on her own.  Then with little warning, she gives Tevya a quick tap on either leg, just at the gap beneath the kneecap, then watches for a reaction.

 

Miralwyn rolls a shoulder.  "Don't we all..."  she replies Jundi-wards.  "But really, they aren't so bad as all that.  More people means more people to watch, and less focusing their attention on you."  she reassures, eyes glancing over to Kariel and Fyria, dancing slightly, and then across the other Healer-Candie pairs. 

 

Kariel listens to heart and lungs... and quickly presses a small, not-too-discreet kiss on Fyria's lips before rather suddenly catching her offguard with the knee-tap. Kick, kick, check. "If you'll lie back, hon, and relax..." Faranth, what is it with these ambiguous statements...

 

Reiko gives Tevya another appraising look. "Considering I'm not half dressed and getting poked and prodded in a crowded infirmary, I'd say quite well," she replies wryly, resuming her indolent lounging. After a moment or two she glances over at Ele again, rolling a shoulder in a lazy halfshrug. "I'll keep that in mind," she says mildly. Not that she's /that/ inaccessible, really.

 

Lhana's legs respond to the mallet-ing accordingly, with her attempting to maneuver as best she can to give Moe a good kicking, as well.  It's not like he doesn't deserve it, after all.  "Hm.  Fun."  And she's not /babbling/, she's...relaying important information.  Cough.  "What, exactly," she inquires, her tone speculative, "do you /do/ when you don't have people like me around to tease?"  Nothing, she's willing to bet. 

 

"Great."  Slightly enthused, Tevya responds with yet another smile towards Elehu, before the strikes to her knee caps draws reflexive jerk outwards and upwards, Tevya wincing only slightly.  "Sorry.  Was a little surprised there.."  And the grin will turn into a sheepish one as hands are flattened out beside her on the cot.  Reiko's comment caught, digested and given a dip of Tevya's head.  "Thats good to hear."

 

Jundi steps away for a moment to write herself a note.

 

"Chores," is Moe's immediate reply. He is the proud bearer of one of those white knots, you know. "Socializing with all the people that I haven't seen in turns, eating, sleeping, pouncing on unsuspecting passers-by in dark corridors. You know, the usual." Mallet is tucked into a pocket, "Like back on the table please."

 

Jundi returns from writing herself a note.

 

Fyria sits perfectly still, trying to be a good Candidate/patient, that is until she finds herself lip-to-lip with the Weyrhealer.  A surprising and most pleasant addition to the physical, which leaves her with cheeks slightly flushed.  And speechless.  Fy blinks, then stares up at him at his request, leaning in to whisper "But Kare, we're in /public/, and the /infirmary/, and.." Pause.  Oh. He meant..something...else.  Cough.  She glances at the others quickly, then lies back slowly on the cot, trying very hard to think of...latrines.  And failing.

 

Yumi's eyes twinkle as she continues to watch the Healers and Candidates.  Always something fun.  A little cough escapes her as she watches her mentor perform the physical.  Taking notes mentally, she smiles.  Turning to Sien, smirk still in place, "They keep track of who's had one, you know."

 

Sikkyen sighs at Yumi. "Y'mean I /have/ to have one of these stupid things?" is complained. Loudly. "...that /sucks/."

 

Lhana isn't really paying too much attention to what Moe is saying at this point.  That question was /supposed/ to be rhetorical, after all.  Instead she idly runs fingers through her pigtail'd, pink-ribbon'd hair, eyes glazing over slightly as her mind wanders off to Places Unknown.  But then she notices a marked absence of glows, mallets, or Moe-wit, and she blinks.  "What?"

 

Mallet work done, Elehu sets it back on the tray and gives Tevya a quick grin.  "Almost done," she informs the young woman ever so helpfully.  "If you could just lie back and relax, I'll finish up, do the real poking and prodding of this ordeal, and you'll be free to head to the sands when the time comes."  A relaxing thought, surely.  Bad Healer.  Elehu turns to Reiko a bit then, her smile warming just a bit.  "So... do you have any immediate plans?" she asks the rider, head tilting just a bit.  "I somehow doubt you came to the infirmary to assist in candidate physicals."

 

Miralwyn returns to lurking in the shadows, gazing idly down at the Healer robe.  "Hmmm... they really ought to offer these in different colours." she notes idly, before shaking her head at Sikkyen. "Oh don't be an infant about it... We all get one.  Besides, get yours done early, and you can laugh at those after you."  she advises.

 

Mosiah chuckles faintly, moving as if to take Lhana's shoulders and help her lie back. "I'm just going to feel around in your... well, your tummy area. Just to check to see if everything is where it is supposed to be, and there aren't any extra lumps or dips." Why? What did she think he meant?

 

Kariel begins to very delicately feel about Fyria's abdomen... trying not to be too, uh, provocative about it... just here to do the physical. Really. Ahem. "Any chance you might be pregnant?" he teases gently, winking down at her... everything seeming fine as he prods and pokes...

 

Lhana blinks again.  "Oh."  Right.  Lie /back/.  Which she promptly does, settling back so that her legs swing ever-so slightly.  "Shards, but physicals are weird."  That's all she has to say on that subject as hair is carefully pulled from out from underneath her.  She doesn't want those pigtails loosened, after all.

 

Reiko smirks. Just a little. Ooh, the fun part. But she does avert her eyes. Coincidentally. To answer Elehu's question. "Well... this wasn't exactly how I'd thought to spend a free afternoon," she replies mildly. "But since you're busy..." She shrugs again, twisted smile spreading. "I'd be waiting in any case." For a while, at any rate.

 

Jundi watches from the fringes, awaiting her turn with no small ammount of unease.  "Rgh," she mutters annoyedly, glancing about for any healer who is done with his or her victi-- er, candidate.  "Hmf."  She proceeds to fidget and watch the door.

 

Mosiah drops his hands down to feel about her lower abdomen, fingers delicate in their work as he pushes lightly here and there. He seems to find nothing amiss, motioning her to stand once more. "You can go ahead and change back into your clothes. But I'm not done with you yet. When you get changed, come back here." With that, he meanders over to a cabinet, only to pull out a small green vial. Uh-oh. 

 

"Of course.." And Tevya manuevers herself around and onto the cot, laying down against the back before hands are folded atop her stomach.  Habbitual tendecies cause Tevya's eyes to slide shut, before they are quickly snapped open once more.  Wouldn't do to fall asleep.  Not in the least.  Routine measures then taken up; ankles folding over one another and gaze roaming the ceiling.  Now to count the individual holes in the ceiling.

 

Lhana eyes the vial with some apprehension and gladly slides back onto her feet, starting to undo her robe even before she's reached the changing screen with her clothes behind it.  Sharding thing.  Thus changed - and she quite takes her time - she returns back to Moe, running fingers through her hair absently.  And surprisingly, not a word is spoken.  Wow!

 

Oh, Fyria bets every mark she owns that Kariel is enjoying this chance to put his hands all over her, legally.  She doesn't answer him right away, feigning deep thought as her brow furrows.  "No, no...I don't think I am."  Smirk.  Fy wiggles her toes a bit, catching his wink and yes, her cheeks flush again.  "So.  Am I going to live, Weyrhealer Kariel?" 

 

Sikkyen eyes 'Wyn. "You're evil," he announces. "And so's all the Healertypes, too. Ya'll're /way/ too evil. Phsyicals." Shudder. He's not gettin' into one of those.. freaky.. open-backed.. slideonoffwithoutanyproblematall.. gown-like-things.

 

Yumi cackles quietly from her place on the wall.  "This is why I'm a healer..."  Winking at Wyn, she nods.  "Physicals are good for you, Sien."  she adds, in a motherly fashion.

 

Kariel looks around the room... leaning over her, quite obviously done with the physical and just schmoozing now. "I might need to keep you overnight for observation... privately..."

 

Elehu gently and methodically goes about prodding at Tevya's chest, sides and abdomen, then moving on to the much more uncomfortable pokings and prodding all too necessary, but then... she's done!  "Well, Tevya, I'm afraid to tell you... you'll have to stand on those sands after all.  You're as healthy as can be," she informs the candidate as she steps back a little.  "You can go ahead and change.  I'll just clean myself up and get a vial of contraceptive for you."  Yummy yummy.  She starts to move towards the sinks and gives Reiko a sly little look.  "Thanks for your help.  That went quite smoothly."

 

Mosiah waits until Lhana returns, fully clothed *bummer*, before asking her the usual question. "Do you think there is the chance that you might be pregnant?" Vial is lifted for her to examine, "This is a contraceptive. It makes sure that you don't get pregnant. You need to take this once a month. Even if you don't do anything, you still need to take it. Okay?" Hand lifts as if to hand the small vial to her.

 

"Of course I am, Ike,"  agrees Wyn, looking almost pleased at the title of Evil.  "But go put a gown on before they twig to your presence due to your failure to blend in." she advises, before arching an eyebrow. "Consider it summer wear for Wraiths?"  she murmurs, for Candidate Ears Only.

 

Dark glare. Dark, brooding, oh-so-sexy glare. It's directed at Yuminess, of course... "How come we can't have phsyicals in our normal clothes?" is growled, as those eyes that Sikkyen was oh-so-luckily-bestowed with brood into a stormy silver color. "No' like that my own reflexes're'gonna be stunted by these breeches.." Sniff. Then, he glares at Wyn. "Wraiths would never /VOLUNTARILY/ wear something like that..." it's hissed, of course, not yelled. "I'm blending into the shadows instead of with the icky gown-like-things." Shudder.

 

Lhana gives the vial a dubious look - yeah, she knows what /that/ is - and then turns to smirk at Moe.  "Well, there's always a chance..."  But we won't get into that.  Then she nods.  "Got it."  And she holds out her hand expectantly.  "Come on, I wanna get out of here."  /With/ the vial, if you don't mind.

 

Fyria's eyes widen as Kariel's suddenly - there, and bats lightly at him with a grin, whispering "Kare!!  Not in here!"  She glances around, wide-eyed, hoping the others are too involved with their own healers, though not necessarily like Fy.  Of course, she can't resist replying with "Though I am feeling a little...flushed."  Flutter. 

 

Jundi snaps back to attention.  "What?  Huh?  Oh.. eh... nothing."  Realizes she didn't miss a thing while she was dozed off, and goes back to waiting impatiently.  Ugh.  Infirmaries.  Horrible, horrible infirmaries.  With nasty, scarey healers.  Don't let their title fool you, either.

 

Reiko continues her idle lounging, only her eyes moving to follow Elehu as the healer goes off on her washing-up and contraceptive-fetching errand. Don't mind the wandering gaze. "You're welcome," she replies quietly when Ele returns. "You don't mind if I... take a break, do you?" From duties that aren't officially hers, of course? And that gaze wanders not to the ground weyrs, but to the little door leading off to the Healers' quarters.

 

Mosiah hesitates before giving the vial to Lhana, "If there is the chance, are you sure that you want to take this, Lhana?" He arches his eyebrows to her, giving her the 'healer-look' that actually manages to add turns to his gaze, seriousness imbuing his words. "Don't take it unless you are sure." Only then will he allow her to drink from it.

 

Kariel glances around the room and shhhs, going into stealth mode... we won't say what he does here, but we will say with wandering hands, he's sure to induce a giggle or two.

 

"Um..right.  Thanks." Tevya replies, sliding back around and planting feet on the floor.  Reiko is given one last wave before Tevya quickly heads to the changing screen and slips back into her normal clothes, hair casually swept up into a bun at the base of her neck, and then she's standing beside the cot.  Quite efficent when she wants to be, reallly.

 

Miralwyn simply smiles. "Just wear it." she urges "Healers are even more evil if they think they can play  with your mind a little."  Or, perhaps she just hung out with a bad crowd back at the Hall.  An eyebrow arches at hissing and giggles from Fyria's and Kariel's direction, leaning over to whisper to Yumi that "I'd say a bucket of icewater's indicated in treating that case, wouldn't you?"  A wink.  "Could've sworn I read a scroll on that."

 

Lhana quite rolls her eyes at Moe.  "Nonono.  There is /no/ chance that I might be pregnant."  Satisfied?  "And yes, I'm quite sure."  Her foot taps quite impatiently, hand still extended.  She wants to get /out/ of this infirmary. 

 

Fyria waits expectantly for an answer - and gets one she least expected.  "Kare...stop it!"  Fy doesn't disappoint, and indeed tries to stifle her giggles, feet drawing up a bit before she realizes...no need to flash the infirmary!  Feet drop down, her hands grabbing at his without reluctance.  "Will you /stop/?" she says, still giggling.

 

Mosiah's hand brushes Lhana's as he hands the vial over to her, gaze upon her finally lightening. "Good, 'cause otherwise I'd have to suggest they kick you out of candidacy... and I'd sure hate to miss hearing your snores in the barracks." He is quick to move with long strides away from this fellow candidate, to mark her down on a board, "Lhana, I'll okay you as physically fit for candidacy."

 

Jundi gets the bright idea of selling herself as she's seen wandering bakers do at gathers.  "Fresh candidate!  Free to first healer willing to give her her sharding physical!  Get 'er while she's still willing to leave before removing any heads from any shoulders!"  Jun snickers a bit, managing to amuse herself in this manner and, thus, keep back her infirmary unease.  For the moment.

 

Kariel just cackles, hands creeping and meandering about... "Oh, please... you know you like it..." he insists... looking around only to find some eyes upon him and blush, hands slowly returning to his side. He's innocent. He didn't do it. Really.

 

Elehu holds the little green-filled vial out for Tevya and smiles.  "You know what to do with this, right?"  After all, Tev /was/ a candidate before.  "Once a month... no if's, and's or but's..."  Right.  But once that's delivered she begins rolling her sleeves down once more, buttoning them as she moves to stand beside Reiko.  "A break does sound good... I don't know if I could handle another one of these," she comments softly, eyeing the still quite full infirmary with an odd look of regret.  She is a healer after all.  "Been up much too long...  I have a bottle of excellent wine I've been hoping to sample though.  Maybe we could catch up on the last few days over a glass."

 

Lhana sticks her tongue out at Moe, not bothering to wait until his back is turned.  "Well, that's good to know.  I've been told I have quite heavenly snores."  Then she turns around, giving Jundi an odd look.  "Hey Moe...I think you've got a new client, here."  As an afterthought, the greenstuff is downed, the vial carelessly discarded on a cot.  "See ya!"  And off, she heads, quickly escaping and succeeding where she wasn't able to before.

 

Lhana goes home.

 

Sikkyen stares at Jundi. "You actually... /want/... to have a phsyical? You're /selling/ your physical to the highest bidder?" Thud. Kare and Fy are eyed, and he shakes his head. Shwear. If he did that with Trajan... Hack. [[s up a furball, for Fyria's sake... innocence.]] He shifts uneasily, eyeballing ThoseEvilHealers. Skeery people. (And.. cha-ching. They're already dropping like flies. He can postpone it another day.. or sevenday...)

 

 

Jundi shakes her head at Sikkyen.  "Not really, no.  But I want to get this over and done with so I can get the shells /out/of/here/ already!"  She stamps her foot to stress her point.

 

Mosiah flickers a wry grin after Lhana, moving to scoop up the discarded vial and place it with the other used ones. Ah, the joys of candidacy. He can just bet that he will be the candidate stuck sterilizing those. Much scrubbing exists in his future.