[CANDIDATES] Let's talk Back Up Plans [ complete ]

[houllow]

More and more were arriving, though perhaps now was when T'nus could consider them slightly tardy. He didn't though since none of them came in with issue or noise, though Minimuth chided the actions in his head. You told them to be here on time. Clearly this group can't follow simple rules? How hard is it to follow rules and be somewhere on time. You certainly weren't like this, I don't even know how you can allow this. The mini-bronze grumped from his station, prompting a "hmm" from T'nus and a bit of a smile that were sure to be seen and/or heard by the candidates. They could take it as they will.

What he wouldn't take without responding though was Tarroi's question. T'nus was pretty knowledgeable about all the candidates who came in, considering it was his job to know about them and care and teach them, so really was he even surprised to see that hand go up? "Don't worry Master Tarroi, I promise I won't be wasting your time. If you do find what we go over is something you're already quite familiar with due to your five turns in candidacy perhaps you'd be willing to help me explain, or even go first when I need volunteers?" The tone of T'nus's voice didn't change in the slightest and he merely nodded his head in the young man's direction.

Kedah's entry got a nod as well, a pleasant welcome of sorts, and he watched where she slid into place and whom she was with. "Are there any more questions before we get started? I'm certain many of you will find this boring or tedious but I would like to consider it important for your future here at the Weyr."

tatterpixie

henlo benlo

Mr Cheri

nothing major just watching

 

[Zaikt]

Somebody had a bit of a mouth on them. Kaiator couldn't help but glance over at the Candidate who'd raised his hand and thrown himself directly into the line of fire, apparently banking on ego (or something) to save him. Tarroi, according to T'nus himself; he's just glad he didn't sit too terribly near the man, especially not with that kind of attention being sent his way.

Wait, what was that smile for? What did that mean? T'nus was--well, maybe he shouldn't speak (or think, really) ill of the man in charge of his fate. All the same, that little flash of expression had been enough to set his already-bothered nerves even more on edge, and Kaiator shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sitting up as straight as possible. He was paying attention, that much was undeniable; he'd go out of his way to make sure that much was clear, in the hopes that it might get him out of hot water for the remainder of this 'lesson.' Perhaps if he was focused and attentive, T'nus might be tempted to pick someone else to harass?
"This feels a bit like torture already, if you ask me." he muttered under his breath. Whether or not anyone else could hear him over the general murmur of the crowd was a bit of a mystery, but one that hadn't quite crossed his mind yet.  

[Zaikt]

Questions? Yes! Yes, they had a few of those! Probably too many, really, but that wasn't going to stop Alisaide now--a pale hand shot up from one of the rows closer to the front, its owner doing their best to smother some of the enthusiastic wiggling that went along with the burning need to ask.

"Oh, um--Master T'nus! Are we, ah-- Is this something we should be taking notes on, by any chance?" They clutched their journal a little tighter, glad that they'd taken the time earlier to get through studying their previous block of notes. Maybe they'd be tested on it throughout the course of this lesson? Their glasses started to slip off their nose a bit with the sudden movement, and they lowered their hand in order to push them back into place before they went tumbling off yet again. "Just wanted to make sure, really!"
Alisaide couldn't be nervous about this whole thing, really--they didn't even know what it was about yet, and that meant the door was wide open as far as possibilities went. Was it going to be a talk on how to conduct themselves on the Sands, perhaps? A brief history of the Weyr? Test prep for--something? Only T'nus knew, and Alisaide couldn't wait for him to actually spill the beans. This was just so exciting! Here they were at a real Candidate lesson, sitting so close to the front and everything!

houllow

t'nus pls notice them

 

[houllow]

"You're welcome to take notes if you'd like, young Alisaide, though with your memory I don't believe it to be necessary. Still, go ahead." Another compliment came so perhaps T'nus was in a good mood or this conversation wasn't going to be super dramatic. Either way the last speaker got a smile as well before the Candidatemaster Second cleared his throat and addressed the group at large. "So, how many of you have plans for your future should you become ineligible to stand for any number of reasons? As you are aware you can become ineligible via aging out, or through behavioral problems, but also injury or circumstance."

Many of them were Weyrbrats so they'd have some idea of the basics, but those brought in - what had they learned while he was gone? Some came for that massive double clutch not too long back and remained - he'd been absent for much of that due to the mini-plague that had swept through High Reaches and rendered many inhabitants deathly ill. "Not of all you who age out will be allowed to stay here at High Reaches, so having plans for your future are imperative."

T'nus paused to look out at the sea of faces - particularly the older faces of candidates who could easily be gone from candidacy before the Turn's end. "Those born here at High Reaches naturally will be allowed to stay. Anyone who was pursuing a craft before candidacy can be returned to their Crafthall in order to continue their studies." Those answers seemed like common sense, and so T'nus wondered if many of them would be bored. Honestly he hoped they would be so he could make note, write it all down.

Attitudes towards the future were just as important as thoughts in the present. "So, who wants to go first? What do you hope to accomplish if your be-and-or-all dream of becoming a Rider does not pan out? What would you do if you become so injured you can no longer stand nor pursue a craft?"

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let 'em have it! you can quote t'nus if you'd like to ask a question, or have a direct reply to him. remember he is also watching the behavior of the candidates and how they handle this conversation, so keep that in mind!

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Tsunake

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Uta

tatterpixie

Andranis

Prism Shine

Mr Cheri

 

[Andranis]

Oh, was that the topic of the lesson? Tarnaria couldn't help but smile at that. While her initial dream hadn't been to be a Rider, being found on a Search and brought to High Reaches had put it in her mind. But if she never Impressed or something happened to remove her from Candidacy, she knew what she would do, so she was the first to stand. "I've always known what I'll do, if something happens or I age out. I'll become a baker, like my parents. And I hope to do that here, in the High Reaches kitchens, if I'm allowed to." She'd found many friends in the kitchens, as it were, people she looked up to or who simply had a mind for baking like she did. And it would mean having dragon-shaped breads with sweet icings in many colors on the tables at feasts!

houllow

 

[Shikai-Chan]

Valeska was straight-backed and intently listening when T'nus spoke. Ineligible to stand? The thoughts went wild in her head at the words. Behavioral problems? What level of behavioral problems are they referring to? What if she was too meek and dumb or slow or uneducated or weak... did she already think that one? Her first lesson and they were already talking about them basically failing out. The color was slowly draining in her face at the mere thought of failing. She's always been fairly successful at the things she set out for. She was slow and not really a high achiever but she did pride herself and getting things done right. But impression wasn't something you could 'try your hardest' and succeed at.

Some of the candidates began to speak up. That's right a lot of them had families like she did. Her nerves eased slightly. Of course, her father would take her back. Fishing was a good, honorable trade. She was really short and not really build for the rough seas but she knew the ropes literally. Honestly, she had already thought about it..... multiple times. Well.... to be completely honest, it was a reoccurring nightmare of hers.

Someone next to her spoke up. She jumped a little at the sound. Were they going by turns? She wasn't paying attention. Maybe she should speak up? There was a pause and she started getting nervous so started talking without realizing it.

"Sir.... MASter.... erm.... I mean...." If you could see it, her whole body was starting to get redder and redder as she stammered. Public speaking was clearly not something she was talented at.... on any level. "My father has mentioned I can return and keep learning his craft of fishing at any time." She was basically talking really really fast, trying to blurt out the whole sentence in one breath. The moment she stopped talking, she snapped her mouth shut and very slowly tried to melt into her seat.  

[Spockat]

Rahmsii

The only thing that gave Rahmsii a prickle of anxiety was having to go back to his father. The escape from from his lunacy with him becoming an heir to being a candidate gave him a layer of protection. The idea of it being scrubbed clean had him wanting to hide his large selflf under a bed a while and not come out. His boot anxiously scuffed against the floor. Rahmsii's heart ached in particular for his firelizards pensive company, but obediently stayed far from his lessons.

He'd have to think of something, somewhere to go far away from the chapter he closed on his 'family'. He stole an anxious glance at Tuelarue. He was not very much for speaking up about such things, but hopefully his furrowed brow and pensive expression made it clear he was taking the question very seriously.

Rahmsii, hadn't banked himself on impressing. Something to embrace if it happened, joyous change to his life. . To have been searched was a rare gift for someone who until recently, barely even laid eyes on the enormous flying creatures.

Rahmsii never, however, counted himself as extraordinarily lucky. That was the grim truth, he'd never banked on his life to being a Rider. Just a glimmer of possibility… a lovely one at that. He took a long, slow breath to gather his thoughts. If he's to age out and the weyr he has begun to call home, well there is always a need of a strong man who can work with his hands.

He wouldn't say no to learning more of his craft either. Yes… that could keep him far from his childhood home and make him feel useful. He knew enough to become a proper apprentice if the time came. If he was too injured to be of any use, by Faranath hopefully whatever hypothetical injury would just take him and be done with it, or at least left him well enough to mind the soil for growing things. All forbid he must become trapped and unable to keep himself fed. He worried his lip, the future was fast coming but at least the gentle presence of the present would cushion its blow come time.


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Urzoh

Urzoh had at least a vague idea of what she would do if she aged out of standing. This Weyr had been her home all her life. It would always be her home, she had no reason to worry too terribly. Urzoh found cooking peaceful, so maybe she'd find a place in the kitchen. She found herself nodding along with the other candidate speaking of baking. Solid plan if she didn't say so herself.

It would be a tough pill to swallow if she happened to not impress, but that was the life of candidacy. She's seen enough candidates come and go her whole life at High Reaches. She'd just have to get used to whatever her life shaped into. Maybe scream a little bit to get the disappointment out of her system. Urzoh would get over it, nothing is guaranteed, and she wasn't so naive to think things happen just because she wants them to.

Simple, easy. No massive brooding session. It didn't require a lot of thought in her mind. She wouldn't be frightened of the future, couldn't be. If she was hurt, this was her home with all she called family.  

[Prism Shine]

A bit of a smile crossed Tuelarua's face as Rahmsii slid in next to her, taking the smallest bit of comfort from the squeeze on her knee. She reached, patting her friend's forearm gently as she took in the air of the room. It was... tense. She could only raise an eyebrow at T'nus' crocadillian smiles, quite used to the.. eccentricities of the candidatemaster second. Yet she gave him his due for his rank, for she was a lowly candidate -- Pern's possible defending line, but that was a rare chance, was it not?

The question posed didn't surprise her, but she wasn't as shellshocked as some of her other classmates seemed. She knew many came from bad pasts, and had her parents not been able to make certain they all could leave -- well, she was a bit privileged in that, wasn't she? Still, Tuela could even see Rahmsii's slight prickling at the question, and leaned to bump her shoulder into his, the slightest press to hopefully ground her friend a bit longer. Things would be okay. There.. has to be a certain level of hope in the future, though nothing was ever certain.

"I know my time's running a bit thin, but," She pauses, worrying the corner of her lip slightly. She was reaching the age out with every passing day, now that she was 24. "I'm going to make myself useful to the Weyr, even just to wash dishes. If I'm not? Prolly.. go back to my parents in High Reaches Hold. I won't be a burden if I can't pull my weight."  

[Tsunake]

As the lesson began in earnest, Dehka sat sharply upright and forced himself to make eye contact despite his anxiety on the subject as a whole. It was important... and as T'nus reminded them all that those born at High Reaches would be able to stay, he found himself wincing. Dehka could feel the anxiety rise in the room... especially as a particularly large young man seemed to cringe.

Dehka instinctively felt his heart go out for Fehral. He... he'd been lucky, being able to taken from Nabol when he was so young. He wanted to reassure him--maybe after class?

"I'll still work at the Weyr." He said quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat to speak up a little louder. "U-Um. I mean... There's always plenty to do here. Cleaning, cooking... even if it's just changing glows, or bringing meals to riders... I'll do whatever I have to so I earn my keep."

Mr Cheri

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