Fort Weyr - Library Archives

Surviving the ages is something that books are known to do, especially if they are left untouched for just as long. In this room, that's exactly what has happened. Put aside as trivial information or simply determined old enough to not impact present day life, these numerous articles stored in ceiling high shelves are the forgotten histories belonging to Fort.
Miraculously, the design of the room itself has prevented any of the books from damage. The rock base of which the room's foundation is actually one of the toughest rock known to man and cannot be surpassed by any creature living, while a layer of tiles of the smoothest stone gives this room a vibrant and mysterious appeal. The door itself on the room was sealed tight and allowed for a minimum amount of circulation, thereby preventing natural decay, although most articles may be brittle despite this. White marble has been used to create an insulating layer wall against the natural rock, giving the room an unnatural brightness and a enchanted atmosphere - while also giving it four distinct walls. The ceiling as well has been made smooth with an arching apex.
As for the books and mounds of information stored in this vault of information, the organization is clear. Books bound with hard covers are kept alphabetical in the towering skybroom wood shelves, where step ladders and scrolling ladders actually attached to the shelves move to assist a person in selecting a volume. The shelves are ornately carved, many crafted with a mastery none have ever seen. Meanwhile, scrolls have a sectional shelf where each scroll based on how they were itemized has a cubical square into which they are kept in. This shelf alone has over a hundred squares in which the scrolls stick out of. As well, any loose bits of information have been assembled in files that are stored in boxes along the back wall. Apparently, recording history takes up vast amounts of space and every where one looks in this room one would find a wealth of information. The ancestors of Fort live here.

K'drozen chuckles and says, "I'd probably be better just cleaning, id probably put the book in the wrong area, thinging they go together for some reason, I am not sure how you have this place orginized." he shakes his head.

Zap reaches behind her to the shelf and gives her ladder a shove. It goes rolling down the aisle, approaching A'di and K'drozen. "Alphabetically," she supplies in a husky voice, leaning forward across her lap to look down at the riders. "The books are organized alphabetically.

Kimmila steps into the archives, stomping the remaining snow and moisture off her boots and muttering under her breath. Despite wearing no knot on the shoulder of her winter riding jacket, her face is familiar to most people of Fort and she shakes a few stray bits of hair away from her face. Carrying a stack of old books in her hands, she looks around and then whistles towards A'di. "Hey," she calls, "Mother sent me with these. She said to give them back to you and to no one else, because you'd know where they go."

A'di laughs, "Alright, I'll get you a broom and something to wipe the shelves with. You could also give them a look over to see if they need repairs, I'm not so good with that sort of stuuff." HE blinks as Zap approaches, "Well, I have different ways of organizing things. I try to organize by the time period, and the date, and where it came from depending on how significant it is." And then Kimalla is wandering over, he offers out his arms to take the books from her, "Oh! So that's where these went, thank you very much for returning them. I'll make sure they go to their proper place."

K'drozen glances up to zap and smirks a bit, "Yes but in alpha order by title, or sorted by subject then put into alpha, or just strait alpha, or maybe alpah by author?" he shakes his head and looks back to A'di and the new arrival. As his eyes fall on Kimmila, they instantly dart about as if looking for someone eles and he tenses just a bit. Steping back waiting for the cleaning tools.

Zap shrugs dimissively to the archivist. "Like I said. Alphabetical." She shoves the book back into the shelf any old where and takes out a different one to thumb through with an uncaring air. At least she's gentle with the books. "Sounds like a headache to me. No wonder I can't find any song books."

Kimmila gives A'di an odd look. "By time? That's…I think alphabetical is better," she says, green eyes flicking upwards to the girl on the ladder. Her eyes then shift to K'drozen, and she smirks. "Sorted by subject and then alphabetical by author. Makes the most sense to me. And no, Th'ero isn't with me so relax," she adds, shrugging out of her jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair. Beneath, she wears standard working clothes - thick boots, sturdy trousers, a dark blue button down tunic, her belt with various pouches and a sheath for her dagger. The dagger is quite ornate, the hilt silver with blue stone inlaid into it. She wears two necklaces, one feline talon hanging on a leather string and another strand of malachite beads. All is revealed when she shrugs out of her jacket and gives K'drozen another look. "Song books should be over here," Kimmila says, motioning to the girl to follow down another row.

A'di shrugs, "I like being able to find things from a specific period in time" A'di says with a shrug of his shoulders, "If I wanna find something form a long time ago, it takes forever to go through it alphebetically when there's so much stuff down here." He gives the place a quick nod, "But alphabetically works too when you have a smaller collection."

K'drozen nods slightly to Kimmila and says softly, "I am as relaxed as I get these days." he smirks, "I'm just down here to give A'di a hand with things, not sure how much help I will be but." he shrugs again, taking the cleaning supplies and begining to dust the shelves.

Zap stuffs the second book back, also not in the right place, and slides down the ladder rather than using the rungs to climb down. Too much effort. She hits the floor, landing with knees bent to absorb the impact, and then standing up to her full height. "So this is what you Fort riders do all day? Stand around in the archives and dust the books? Man… not fighting Thread must have really made you lose your edge."

Kimmila shrugs at A'di, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Well, I'm sure you and the Harpers will have a fun ol' argument over making /that/ change." Since it's the Harpers who are ultimately in charge of Fort's collections. Chuckling at K'drozen, the woman gives him a shrug too. "Something to do, I guess." Glancing back at Zap, the woman laughs. "Yeah, we've all gone soft," she replies, not rising to the girl's bait.

K'drozen smirks to at the young lady and says, "Only ones of us that have been grounded." he shrugs as he continues to clean, "I actuall have never set foot in her before today." he nods to Kimmila comment, "Better then sitting in the cell, but the cell is perferable to the weyrling barracks."

"Sounds like it," agrees Zap with a mean smirk, nodding to Kimmila. "Oh-ho, so I see you're the bad boy of the group then." Her expressive mouth falls downwards, giving the brownrider a puppy-dog-eyed pout, "What'd you do, widdle weyrling, scwibble on the walls with a cwayon?" She laughs tauntingly and then turns to head down the aisle Kimmila indicated the song books could be found. "Man. You guys are so lame."

Kimmila glances over her shoulder at Zap, expression hard to read. "Hey," she says, her voice taking on a bit of a warning tone. "What's your problem?" she asks, turning to block the girl from going any closer to those song books. "You on your period or just generally bitchy?"

Zap looks into Kimmila's face and an eyebrow lifts. Then she laughs again. "Ain't got a problem, lady." She shakes her hair out of her face, and jerks her chin. "Y'mind?"

Kimmila nods, "I do mind, actually," she says, head tilting a little bit. "I don't appreciate folks waltzing into Fort and insulting people. What's your name, kid?" Yeah, she didn't like the 'lady', so she returns it in kind.

"Who's insulting?" asks the girl cheekily. "When I'm insulting you, you'll know." She gives the idea of giving her name a long, hard pause. "It's Zee," she supplies finally. "And I don't see what it is to you. You ain't got a Fort knot on your shoulder." Zap doesn't have ANY knot on her shoulder, though, so it's a stage up for her.

Kimmila doesn't have any knot on her shoulder, either. She and Zap are standing amongst the book shelves, having a…well, let's call it a 'discussion'. "Doesn't mean I'm going to just stand by and let you run your mouth off about Fort being 'lame'."

Inyri, on the other hand — well, she /does/ have a Fort knot on her shoulder. It's not signifying any impressive position — she's a tavernmaid — but it is at least there, giving her the sort of legitimacy she's still growing used to in a Weyr setting. Sneaking into the library while not on duty had been her plan, for a given value of 'sneaking'; it's not like she's trying to hide. On the other hand, walking into the middle of an argument had not been part of her plan, so when she steps nearer to the voices and into eyeshot as well as earshot, she stops walking, hesitates.

A 'friendly' discussion even. "Lady, I didn't call Fort lame. I called /you/ lame." Which, clearly Kimmila is being right now. "Look, are you going to call my family or throw me in jail or something? Because I'd rather you got it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to look at the song books." Zap leans against a bookcase and gives the bluerider a bland look.

Kimmila stares at Zap, and then she laughs. "You remind me of me when I was a teenager. And I was a total bitch. Get out of the library. Go on." And she takes a step towards Zap, intending to 'shoo' her out of the room. Inyri, sneaky as she is, is not noticed yet.

Zap eyes Kimmila and swears. "If this is what I have to look forward to, I'm out. You and your Weyr can have each other." Dutifully, the blond teenager turns and flounces towards the door. "I'll just come back, you know."

"Can I ask why she can't?" Inyri butts calmly into the conversation, voice cheery and calm enough that it seems as though she was meant to be there all along. Whether or not that method of entering a 'discussion' works is anyone's guess, but it must often enough for her to use the tactic. "Look at the song books, I mean. Are there rules on who can?"

Kimmila snorts, "Glad to see the back of you, if that's your every day attitude." This is why Kimmila is not a member of any diplomatic wings. Green eyes flick to Inyri. "Beg your pardon?" Did we mention Kimm isn't even a Fortian rider? What is she doing throwing non-existant weight around? "Because she's been rude to me, and to a few other folks, and that sort of behavior is unacceptable when you want a favor."

Zap gives Inyri an unwelcoming kind of look. "Who invited you, Nosey Nancy? Didn't your mom ever teach you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Apparently, hers failed to teach her its rude to be…well…rude. "I can handle my own business, so why don't you just handle yours?" She lifts her hand and walks her fingers through the air to indicate Inyri should do just that. Over her shoulder to Kimmila she says, "So what are you, some kind of guard? The three of you could be like Weyr super heroes. Scribbles, Inky, and the Old Bitch."

"My mother," comments Inyri a bit slyly, smile still on her face, one hand sliding into her pant pocket, "is an inveterate eavesdropper, but she did tell me not to call strangers bitches. That count for something?" Despite the words, the tone's not much more than a little bit snarky. She's relatively unphased, and looks more curious than anything. "Maybe we simply had backward upbringing."

Kimmila's eyes narrow and her voice drops as she steps forward to follow Zap. "Out." And that's all she says, her voice calm but firm.

Zap gives Inyri one of those cold looks she's so very good at. "Maybe your face is a litle backwards." And then, with attitude, she marches out.

Inyri watches Zap leave, and pauses. Slowly, she raises a hand to her face — runs her fingertips along the curve of her nose and the top of her brow ridge — hesitates, looking a bit dramatic about it as she turns to face the bluerider. "/Is/ it? It feels fine to me, but, I mean, just making sure." It's obviously teasing, at least. She's not that confused.

Kimmila snorts, shaking her head after she's seen Zap to the door. "Shards, am I glad my mother used a switch on my backside when I talked like that."

"Our mother usually went with soap," is Inyri's response, lighter, as she starts actually sort of paying attention to the books. "In the mouth of the child who spoke rudely, especially to customers. I know I've seen you around here, but you're not — actually local, are you?" she presses, curious; it's more likely she remembers Kimmila from Ista than Fort, though it's not mixing right in her mind.

Kimmila shrugs, "I'm from here, yeah, but I'm a Western rider. My mom's Elara, so I'm here a lot." Plus she's weyrmated to Th'ero - something she doesn't actually /say/, but is pretty obvious to anyone who sees the pair around constantly. "Kimmila," she adds, as an afterthought.

"Inyri." For once, the tavern girl remembers to actually give her name — it comes with an offer of handshake, too, carefully-manicured hand extended. Her hair's flyaway, but her nails are nice, go figure. "Not actually from here, but I've /lived/ here a few months now."

Kimmila takes the girl's hand and gives it a firm shake. In contrast, Kimm's hands are rough and dry, calloused and dirty. "Yeah, you're in the tavern, right?"

Smooth skin and nice nails; Inyri's hands are actually her pride and joy, considering they're the brunt of her work. "Yep, that's me. Nine times out of then I'll be there; I was looking for something to read during downtime, though, and got sent here. /Books/ aren't in too high a demand at the tavern, I guess!"

Kimmila chuckles, shaking her head. "Not so much as gossip and drinking, I'd imagine."

"Not in the slightest. At least I'm good at overhearing, remembering and passing on the first when asked — especially the whoppers — and can handle serving up the second. Don't drink too much myself," Inyri confesses, then pausing because she's been distracted by something — a book title, no doubt. Fingertip on the spine, and then she resets herself: "Except water. Complete bona fide water addict, I've always got a glass going when I'm working; because of all the talking, most likely."

Kimmila watches the young lady and then chuckles. "Most likely," she finally agrees. "Hear any good rumors lately? Being in the osition you are, you must get a lot of the best ones."

Inyri looks thoughtful for a moment, the book forgotten, bluerider now gaining her full attention (a rare thing for anyone to have). "That depends," she says, slowly, "on what your defition of 'good' is, since I've certainly got enough to fill volumes. From stories about secret murders to who's sleeping with whom, really. Can't verify what's true and what's not."

Kimmila chuckles, "I understand. That's the nature of rumors, isn't it? I'll take the murder ones though. Don't really care who's sleeping with whom, less the rumor has myself as a participant."

"Well, supposedly there's a plant in the Weyr plotting to murder — I think it was Ely, maybe? One of the wingleaders. Some person who may or may not have, like, green hair or some other very strange attribute. It was all so very hush-hush I believe it was staged to attract attention. Get people listening and get people to believe it. Since actual motive was conveniently not included in this otherwise ridiculous story." Inyri rolls her shoulders back, a light shrug. "Not credible enough to warn her, for instance, though someone told a guard."

Kimmila frowns a bit, and then snorts. "I'm sure she can take care of herself." Pushing upright, she stands and nods towards the door. "I'm gonna head out. See you around, Inyri."

"I'll be there," is Inyri's response, with a quick wave, implying 'around,' at least. She generally is. For now? She's going to pick up that book she'd been looking at, and actually see how she likes it.

'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.