OOC: To spice things up a bit, Milodann suggested a scene in which every pose could not be longer than eighty (80) characters in length. It was literally the one line challenge. This is the result of the challenge, and was actually quite fun to participate in. Perhaps more challenges are in order!
Fort Weyr - Candidate Barracks
Carved from a natural bubble in the volcanic stone, this cavern has room enough to hold around two dozen occupants in comfort. Set into one of the long walls is a natural hearth area, not as large as some but more then enough to warm the cavern. Before it lays an old, well-worn rug that's colors have faded over turns of being un cared for. Mismatched chairs, an old couch, and a few randomly placed floor pillows finish up the sitting type area where candidates can relax after a long day of chores.
Along the walls are stationed sets of cots and clothes presses with curtains dividing them for privacy, each made up to the standards of the Weyrwoman. The left hand row of cots is made up with coverlets of brown and trimmed in black for male candidates, while the right hand row is made up with a lighter brown coverlet that's trimmed in white for the female candidates.
Above, the soft white light from electric lamps cast down during waking hours, while basket of emergency glows are stored in corners around the cavern for use during power outages.
Milo is on his cot drawing a picture. He looks tired after his chores that day.
Moydeo wanders into the barracks, flopping on her cot with a sigh.
Jay has her nose in a book. What else is new? She's in pajamas, her hair damp.
"Mmm. Wha time issit?" groans a groggy voice from Ely's cot. Perhaps she was napping?
"Stupid stables," Milo gripes, face sour. "It's late, Ely. Nearly time for bed."
"Stables aren't stupid." Moydeo say. "Cleaning clothes all day is." She blinks at Ely.
Ash looks up, frowning. "Neither are. Would you rather wear dirty clothes?"
Ely peers blearily out, tousled and fully clothed, "Stables? Late? Mm?"
Nirav is flopped on his cot, laying on his back, reading. "Try being a nanny."
"Are so, Mo!" Milo smiles. "Ash, chill." He draws. "Ely, love. Why so tired?"
Moydeo blinks at Ashri. "Good point." She says. "Yes, late."
Ash laughs. "I am chill," she retorts, grinning. "I'd need fellis to be moreso."
"Woke early," Ely yawns hugely as she sits up with a moan. Bedhead alert.
"I have great appreciation for women, now," Nirav yawns. "Kids've such energy!"
"Dangerous drug, fellis," Milo says. "Why early, Ely?" Nirav, edited: "Nannies."
Renald smirks, tabulating something. "I just bet off the chores I don't want."
Moydeo snorts at Nirav. "Tell me about it. Lucky." To Renald.
"Not if administered appropriately." Ash combs her hair, eyeing Renald. "Cheat."
"Ood woke me," Ely gripes sourly with a huff. "Bets?" she perks up a little.
"Those," Nirav stands corrected, shifting his legs. "And heavy for being small."
Milo ignores Rey. "Odd Ood. Poor Ely." A nod. "Brats are heavy. And smelly."
Renald leans forward with a broader smirk. "Yeah, Bitran. Bets." Book is tapped.
"They need a new way to cleaning clothes, I got prunes for hands now." Moy says.
Ash looks at Ely. "The odd flit? What'd it want?" Not he, it. Page is turned.
"Blood," Ely replies simply. "You probably lose," she scoffs at Re.
Nirav frowns at Renald. "Cheat, indeed." He grins at Moy. "Get some calluses."
"Maybe AIVIS has something, Mo?" Milo asks. "Blood? Oh, nasty." He makes a face.
Renald casually leans back. "The records disagree." He's smug, all right. Smirk.
"Nah, they'll heal fine." Mo says, and nods to Nirav. "Will have some soon."
Grimacing, Ash turns to her book. "You should mention it to Wyn." Reading now.
"Hard to find blood," Ely adds with a wince. "Forged," to Re's books. Smirk.
A nod. "Got mine long ago." Nirav flips a page. "Ask a Healer?" he advises Ely.
"Braggart," Milo mutters to Reynald, and rolls his eyes. "Kitchens have blood?"
Renald ignores Milo. "You mean yours?" he coyly quips to Ely. "Marks don't lie."
"Maybe have him hang about the feeding grounds?" Moydeo suggests. "Blood there."
Oiling Absinthe, Risner glances up from his cot and frowns. "I'm lost. Blood?"
Ash shakes her head at Ris. "You don't want to know." Nope. Back to the novel.
"No blood at 3 AM," Ely quips, scowling. Re is glared at before she flops over.
Shrugging, Nirav rolls onto his stomach. "Counterfeit ones do." Oh, sting.
"I'm tired," Milo says. Art is put away. Covers to chin, he listens to chatter.
Renald throws Nirav a mock-hurt look. "I /trust/ you're not paying with them."
Moydeo waves to Risner. "Hi Risner." She grins at the boy across the aisle.
Risner looks at Ash. "I don't?" he asks. "Um…huh?" for the boys; "Hi," for Mo.
"You don't," Ash gives Ris The Look. "Trust me." Book is held aloft. "Try this."
Nirav nods agreement, tucking feet beneath his pillow. "Books are nice escapes."
Renald snorts, putting his book away. He pulls the covers up, rolling over.
"They are." Moy agrees, and goes to her trunk to find a book to read.
"What books?" To all, curious. Absinthe nips; Risner oils. Poor boy, so lost.
Ash glances at her cover. "Any books, really." Her choice: The Elegant Universe.
Nirav yawns, marking his place and tucking it under the pillow. "Not any." Nod.
Moydeo finds a book, and flops back onto her cot, opening it. "Yes."
Risner laughs. "No, Mo, the title." There's an 'ah' for Ash; a nod for Nirav.
Ash grins. "It's really engrossing." She props herself up on an elbow.
Nirav chuckles, pulling the covers up. "It's late, so I'm turning in." He rolls.
"Night Nirav." Moy says, and hmms."I dunno, called Firelizard Flight."
Eyebrow lifts. "Oh?" to Mo. Hm. Risner coughs, grins. "Neat. I'm just oiling."
"Night, Rav." Ash beams fondly. To Ris: "Yeah, I need to do that myself."
"Yeah, it's a story about two dragonless riders that fall in love." Mo says.
"She's spoiled," of Absinthe. The green hums, Ris grins. To Mo: "Oh? How sad."
"So's Ravi." The bronze lifts a lid. Ash skritches. "Sound rather tragic."
"Aren't they all?" Mo comments. "Apparently their flits bring them together."
"Oh yeah?" Risner laughs lightly. "I'm more into adventure. Ash, your's tech?"
"Science, yeah." Ash drops a marker into the pages. "Mysteries can be fun also."
Moydeo nodnods. "Yes, mysteries can be fun." She agrees as she reads.
"Mystery." Ris thumbs-up. "And history. We should visit the library sometime."
"We should go," Ash nods. "Libraries are really great." A beam. "I miss mine."
"History is great, you can learn all about Pern." Moy says with a grin.
"Politics're boring, but I love heroic stories," says Ris. "Read to my sis's."
Ash snuggles down beneath covers. "Show me sometime." A yawn. "Now, to sleep."
"Politics is boring, history isn't." Moydeo points out. "There's a difference."
"True," Risner admits to Mo. "Night Ashri," is said with a smile. "Sleep well."
Moydeo waves. "Night Ashri." She says to the girl. "So, how's the robe coming?"
"Eh…" Risner looks sheepish. "Half done? I dunno. Need to let the hem."
Moydeo ahs, and nods. "Good to hear, any more finger pricks?" She asks.
Risner shakes his head. "Nope, thanks to your thimble!" He grins. "How's yours?"
"Good." Moydeo says. "Mines almost done, just have to finish the sleeves."
"Oh yeah? Awesome." Risner grins. "They don't have to have sleeves, do they?"
"Nope, don't have to have sleeves." Moydeo says. "Makes them look less baggish."
"I guess. Rather have it done fast than look pretty." Ris grins. "Can I see?"
"True." Moydeo gets up, and goes to her locker, pulling it out. "Hows it look?"
Risner tilts his head. "Not bad," he admits. "Tried it on yet?" Grin.
Moydeo holds it up to her chest. "Yeah, atleast once, had to make sure it fit."
"Tried mine." Ris winces. "Came up to here." A hand slaps his thigh. "Too high."
Moydeo nods. "Yeah, just a bit, they have to be atleast knee length." She says.
"I'm hoping there's enough fabric to drop it that far," frets Risner. "Nervous?"
Moydeo tucks hers back in, and sits on cot. "A little yeah the riders say soon."
Ris stands, moves, and sits on Mo's cot. "Yeah, me too. Will you hold my hand?"
Moydeo blinks. "On the sands?" She asks. "Sure, why not." She chuckles.
"Yeah on the sands," says Ris with a laugh. "Not allowed yet otherwise, right?"
Moydeo nods. "A'tien said though that we can hold hands whenever we want."
"Really?" News to him. Good news. Ris grins and reaches for her hand. "Tired?"
Moydeo nods, taking his hand squeezing it, before she yawns. "I am." She says.
With a grin, Ris retreats to his own cot. Nudging Absinthe aside, he crawls in.
Moydeo gets under the covers, and tugs them to her chin, before going to sleep.
