Log incomplete: First part, including actual search, missing.
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.
Sarcon walks inside following Ryu. "These barracks, feels like these are the only barracks I haven't been to." He chuckles and then looiks around the room. "So if their such a problem your dragon should get one for you." He grins.
Talmar is resting on his cot, between chores and trying to keep up his craft he's been pretty busy. He glances up as a rider enters, with another new candidate. "Seen the eggs yet?" he mumbles, offering a tired wave to Sarcon and Ryu.
Sarcon looks up shivering a little still, where something wet had been on his shoulder a bit of frost still remains. "I forgot, I forgot that children got searched, seems they haven't impressed as often." He says to Ryu. "So kid, whats your name, oh and no I haven't.
Talmar looks over at Sarcon, frowning slightly. "I'm no kid." he says, defiantly, although he does answer the name question with, "Talmar, formerly apprenticed to Potter Master Jopier. And you are?" he sits up now on his cot, and watches Sarcon with mild curiousity.
Sarcon brushes off the ice crystals then sits on the bed. "Talmar, no…no…I don't think we've met." But purposely doens't introduce himself. "So what do they look like?"
Talmar grins, and jumps off of the cot, pulling a box out from underneath. Inside are a large number of clay eggs, although there are only eight on the sands. About half a dozen of the clay eggs seem to have been painted somewhat clumsily, and another half dozen have also begun to be painted. "I'm making clay eggs to look like the ones on the sands. But they don't quite match yet." he admits, frowning slightly.
Ryu nods to Talmar. "Ryu, bluerider. I'm also Assistant Weyrlingmaster, and helping out with you lot as well. So we'll be getting to know each other." She turns to Sarcon and eyes him. "Hot shower first thing, okay? You're shivering. Don't want to be delivering you to the infirmary no sooner than you're here, Ayame would skin me." She looks around, smiling at other candidates. "Well, you know the drill already, so dump your stuff and hit the showers, then get settled in." she pokes him towards the centre of the room, then wanders over to Talmar. "Formerly apprenticed?" she asks.
Sarcon looks at the kid and his eggs. "Your not bad kid, how much are you selling those for?" He says laying back in his cot, doing anything but going to take a shower. "So what is a kid like you doing here, what do you mean former?" He asks.
Talmar shrugs slightly at Ryu. "I don't really have the time to keep up with apprentice work at the moment, sir." Although he's trying, he really is. "I still do as much as I can, but I sort of think of myself as a candidate now, not an apprentice. Although I can't wait to be an apprentice again. Not that I don't want to be a candidate, though. Sir." he seems to be rambling somewhat. Tal looks to Sarcon then, glad for the distraction. "Sell them?! No way. These are gifts, for whoever impresses." he frowns slightly at the box. "I guess I /could/ sell the less good ones." Because he only wants to give the best away. "I dunno why I was searched, but I figure it's gonna be loads of fun." Fun? Chores and lessons and craft. Sounds more like work.
Ryu turns and raises her eyebrows at Sarcon. "Hye, you," she snorts, kicking the leg of the cot. "I said, 'shower'!" Another kick, then, "You need help getting moving, I can provide that if you want?" she suggests, then turns back to Talmar. "Fun? Well, you'll work your butt off, but there's lots of room to squeeze fun into that if you plan wisely," she grins. "I had lots of fun when I was a candidate. Mind you, I was a candidate several times, so I had lots of practise, too."
Sarcon looks at Ryu and then grins. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'm just resting, long day. I'll take a shower sooner or later, preferably later." He's thinking, might go this whole canidacy without showering, or bathing. "So common." He smiles.
Talmar grins at Ryu. "I like pottery, my craft, sir. I think that's fun." he nods to the clay eggs in the box. "So as long as I can find time for that, it'll be fun, sir." he adds, happily. He does frown slightly at the eggs. "I kind of need lots more practice, though. I hope I can get good enough before the hatching." Talmar's tone is doubtful. The boy frowns seriously at Sarcon. "You should listen. You'll get in trouble." he warns.
Ryu smiles widely at Talmar. "Well," she says slowly. "I guess he needs help getting moving after all," she sighs theatrically, then turns to look ever-so-sadly at Sarcon. "Y'know, considering our chat earlier, you really want to test me so soon?" Her eyes unfocus briefly before returning to the candidates. "Trouble?" she repeats sweetly. "Oh, no, Talmar, no trouble at all, I assure you. We're just gonna give him a little help getting up, that's all. Vehoth, would you be so kind?"
A huge blue head suddenly looms over the boys. Talmar gets a whuff of curiosity, then the nose turns to Sarcon before lowering to just above the floor. It pauses for another whuff, then with a nice smooth movement, the end of the cot it suddenly at a 45-degree angle from the floor, resting on top of the nose. A third whuff completes the manoever.
Sarcon rolls off of the bed and then with a thump hits the floor. "Hey! I was going to go." Well he needed to move, and he doesn't have to go straight to the bathing caverns. "Fine, I see how it is, maybe a visit to the bath house." A devilish grin on his face then he look to the kid. "Your okay kid."
Talmar stuffs the box of clay eggs back under the bed, and frowns slightly, watching as Vehoth tips Sarcon out of the cot. "Ouch." he murmurs, then nods at Sarcon. "See, told you. You gotta do as your told." he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Or you get in trouble." Or dumped out of bed.
Ryu smiles, the kind of smile you gie a six-year old who's saying exactly the same thing. "I know you were going to go," she says sweetly. "I just would like you to go now, not later this week," she smiles wider. There's a loud thud as the head is removed and the cot drops back to the floor. "Thank you, Vehoth," she tells the dragon. "That was exactly what was needed." She looks at Sarcon questioningly. "You need help getting there, too?" Her head tilts as she waits for his answer, and the big blue head comes back, an all-too-eager look in his eye.
Sarcon looks at the dragon and the grins widens. "Maybe he could show me some nasty people around Fort." The grin seems somewhat evil at the moment. "What do you say Ryu?"
Talmar frowns slightly, looking from Ryu to Sarcon and back again. He's not really sure how to act at the moment, nope.
Ryu stops smiling, and looks at Sarcon for a long moment. "I think before you go any further on that, we should talk first, hmmm?" she suggests. "For now, none of that stuff, okay? Because not everyone has the same sense of humor I do?" She looks him straight in the eye, hoping he'll clue in to her meaning without having to elaborate in front of the other candidates. "Do you catch my drift?"
Sarcon looks at her with a smile. "What do you mean, me do anything. I am a law abiding weyrfolk, to think that a rider needs to warn me to act accordingly. I thought…I thought I was past this." He feigns being hurt and then looks to her. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt no-one." He makes his Xanadu famouse pouty face to her.
Talmar looks from one to the other again, then frowns. "Grown-ups are weird." he says, to no-one in particular, and pulls out the box of eggs and some paints, getting in some painting practice while he can.
There's along silence, then a grin. "Un-huh. Double negative? Nice try." She shakes her head. "Faranth help us if I let you anywhere *near* X'an. Do us all a favor, let the weyrleader think you don't exist except as a little tiny figment of his imagination? Hmmm? Because he still hasn't recovered from my candidacy." She turns to Talmar. Mind if I have a closer look at your work?"
Sarcon laughs. "Oh, Ryu." He holds for a second and brings his fingers to his chin. "Hrm…..X'an…I still owe him one." The grin returns and then looks over to Ryu and to Talmar. "Tell me Talmar, do you like green jellatine?" Then looking at the eggs, maybe a pasty fruit jellatine?" Oh yeah the kogs and springs are going round in his head, poor Fort. "Nice eggs, just let me tell you that again."
Talmar glances up at Ryu's question, and nods. "See, these are made to look like the eggs on the sands." he lifts one up and offers it to Ryu for a closer look. "They aren't very good yet, but I'm working on it." Tal looks over at Sarcon, then shrugs. "I guess." he says, although he doesn't really say which question he's answering.
Ryu's head swivels slowly back to Sarcon. "Really, surely you're intelligent enough to have clued in the first time I said it?" she asks sarcastically. "Or perhaps, the fact that I don't yell makes you think I'm not serious? Hmmm?" Her eyes turn to the blue dragon, and his head returns. "I really don't like raising my voice. There are easier ways to get my point across." The huge blue head moves in, slides in front of her, and moves until it is nose-to-nose with the man. Visualize, if you will, having the business end of a Fighter-jet up close and personal and in your face. "Are you getting my drift?" she asks ever-so-sweetly before turning back to Talmar. She reaches out and gently takes the egg from him, turning as she looks at it. "Y'know, this is a really good idea. I mean, really. I'd have liked to have one of Vehoth's egg." Her eyes sparkle, and she smiles at the boy. "You mind if I mention this to a couple of other people?" she asks. "In fact, if you want, I can ask if you can take your paints right on the sands, if the weyrleaders and the clutch-parents don't object, you might be allowed."
Sarcon looks at the dragon and only things. "Do you like green Jelatine?" He smiles and then says. "Oh I'm just thinking of dessert for tommorow." The grin on his face is still present even as he tries to make his way out the door to schem…I mean bathe.
Talmar's eyes go wide. "Really? /On the sands/?" he says, with a gasp. "That would be really great." As for the mentioning it to others, he grins. "I've been telling everyone." Not kidding there, he literally means everyone. "I think it's a neat idea, plus it's an excuse to keep playing with clay and stuff." he adds, with another grin. He frowns at Sarcon, and shakes his head.
Ryu grins at the boy's eagerness. "Well, I can't promise, but I'll promise to ask. I think it's a great idea. And like you said, it's good to keep the creative juices flowing, is that what you artists say?" she asks him, eyes twinkling. "And now," she says, returning the egg to him," it's time for me to scoot." She rises, and nods to the boy. "Nice meeting you," then turns to Sarcon. "And we'll be talking." Emphasis on that. A futher nod, and a smile all-round, and she leaves. The dragon, however, stays, watching Sarcon out of one half-lidded eye.
