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 Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:00 pm
A distinctly unimpressed and disappointed sigh escaped the Candidate as he twirled his spoon in his bowl of soup. Bowl of flavored water was more like it; it had teeny bits of vegetables in it, sure, and some small chunks of what he thought to be meat in there - he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was if it wasn't meat - but it all looked particularly unappetizing. The bread was the same, and was currently soaking at the bottom of his bowl to try and make it even the slightest bit softer. Not that it would be any better, of course, but it would at least be edible then.
He put his spoon in his bowl and grabbed his cup of water - at least they couldn't make that worse - and took a few sips before placing it back on the table and took to prodding his lump of bread with his fork. At least the dragonriders could fly or go between to get to the different Holds and Halls, there must be better food there, right? There probably was, but that left him at a distinct disadvantage due to not knowing even one rider. Oh well. He'd even heard, and seen, the condition of the herdbeasts they left in the pens for the multitude of dragons in the Weyr, and it was obvious that the dragons were suffering the same poor food quality as the rest of Ista's inhabitants. This was all a very sad thing, in his opinion, but at least they could search elsewhere for better food.
Candidates, on the other hand, had to spend a lot to get it, or suffer and just hold their noses while shoveling in the unappetizing things they'd been forced to call food.
Suddenly he wasn't very hungry for dinner anymore.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:20 pm
Alanna would have said flatly th- "It's like they watered down the soup they made LAST time." -- Okay, so she did say it, stirring her spoon idly in the bowl of... god, tunnelsnake soup? She didn't know what the hell was in the soup, but it was the only play on rat-soup that her author could make at the current time, so for some reason Alanna ran with it.
The other order of business was prodding about on the piece of bread she'd also been given for the sake of 'notdeath' on her part. God damn. Auugh. She needed to get herself a dragonrider boyfriend or impress (Like most of the girls, she had her eye on the current clutch in hopes that the biggest egg was a Queen) or SOMETHING so she could work on getting her a** out of there when it came mealtime.
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Too bad she actually needed the strength her measly body would offer up to her, or else she would have just started skipping meals.
Hell, it was only after a glance of seeing someone else dunk their bread in the soup that she too did it, stabbing at the piece with her utensil in hopes that it would maybe break apart and add SOMETHING to her dinner.
Really, was all of the mix-up going around the Weyr on top of all of the other problems just there to make them suffer?
"Overcrowded and underfed -- how lovely. It's like back home on a wider scale."
And then some.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:56 pm
Well at least there was at least one other person who shared his opinion on the sorry excuse for food, and Koios turned to see who'd spoken. She wasn't hard to see, due to her following comments, and he turned fully to see her better. She wasn't sitting that far from him actually, just a yard or two. "Isn't it awful? I don't know how they can call this food. It certainly isn't edible," he commented, half-turning to prod his still mostly hard-as-a-rock chunk of bread, despite the fact it had been soaking for quite some time now. That was rather.. scary.
"I don't think I could eat this if I tried. I lost track of how long this bread has been soaking, and it's still hard as a rock. I think I've lost my appetite.." Even if he did need to eat to stay healthy (or as healthy as one could be in a severely overcrowded and underfed and overall unhealthy Weyr could be), he didn't think he could muster enough courage to try and force that slop down. Just looking at it now made him shudder a bit. He paused then, turning to look at the girl he'd been talking to without bothering to introduce himself first. "..I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just started talking like that. My name's Koios. What's yours?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:11 pm
Oh look, it seemed she had someone to converse with -- a fact that actually made Alanna scowl a bit with the awkward of it all. Certainly it was harmless conversation, but really. REALLY. She didn't know what to think of either thing -- the food or the boy who had just invited himself into her self-monologue. "Tch."
A few more bored-stabs at the soaking (god, the bread was like plaster in that it seemed as though the liquid was making it STIFFER rather than softer. Sigh) before she rolled her eyes to leer at the (Damn tall kid - hey, the three inch difference was big to her, okay? Back off >8[ ) candidate striking up conversation.
Nngh. A cesspool of socialization in the Weyr, wasn't it? It should have been more.. ah, barrel of competition? Really -- in one of the last impressions a Weyr-born woman had actually had to retire from standings after years of failure. That wasn't going to be her.
There was a gold (Or so she was setting herself up for, with a great chance of failure) in one of these clutches just waiting for her.
"Well it's not hard to lose things around here with all the mix-ups that have been happening." she answered with a slight curl of her upper lip before she folded her arms across her chest, fastened her ankles around the support of the table and leaned back in her seat (hence using her legs to prevent her from completely toppling over, sigh).
"Your right that you shouldn't have just started talking - honestly, last I checked people don't just butt in on other's and their thoughts. Seriously. Did you learn your manners from a twelve turn old?"
Okay, so it didn't really bother her that much, but peh. The other candidates (okay, so a boy wasn't competition for a gold, but still) needed to know exactly where their place was in her heirarchy.
"..."
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As for the 'name' comment, part of her didn't want to touch it with a sixty foot pole, the other part of her was more than happy to share.
"You're talking to a future goldrider afterall -- Alanna's my name. Everybody here is going to know it soon enough."
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:27 pm
Whoa there, someone has just a bit too much of an ego, roughly two thirds the size of Ista Weyr, if not the same size including its overpopulation. Normally the rather shy Candidate wouldn't comment, but her sheer aggressiveness and you-are-a-worm-don't-talk-to-me attitude, coupled with the fact he was starving and could barely keep down the slop they called food, made him rather more bold than normal. "Last I checked, thoughts usually are contained in someone's head, unless you're one of the type of people who think their thoughts are too important to keep to themselves," he snapped, brows furrowing at just how overconfident she was. He hadn't met someone like this in ages, and he wasn't fond of their type.
"No, but it seems like you learned yours from a five-Turns-old brat who got whatever they wanted and when," Koios informed her matter-of-factly, surprised that he'd said such a thing. Was that really him talking? Apparently it was, and he wasn't done yet. "Future goldrider? It'll be a warm day between before any sane gold picks you as her rider." Ugh, he might even pack up and leave if that happened, if someone who seemed even as a Candidate that they'd abuse any power they had Impressed a gold.
...no, he wouldn't leave even if that happened. Not until he Impressed a dragon, of course. ...if. If he did. ...no, no; he stood as good a chance as anybody in the Weyr. He could do it. He would find His soon enough, hopefully.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:42 pm
Woah, snappy words going on there, wasn't there? Big surprise was actually Alanna flinched a bit underneath them, as though some protected sensitivity had just taken a major blow. Had he just hit something? Definitely. But all she did was keep on that same 'better than though' frown of hers (albeit her body language just betrayed her, given her ego had just deflated a bit and went straight back to 'Oh god, maybe I am just here because Dad didn't want me'), folding her arms behind her head.
"Pfft. Then I'll keep my eyes peeled on how the temperature 'between' is over the next few turns." She snapped right back, unhooking her ankles from the table an-
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Failing miserably at her attempt to look 'cool' getting up and instead managing to just fall flat onto her back with a nice banging of her head on the floor.
Owwwwww.
Well, that hadn't worked, but she got herself right back up to brush off the back of her tunic and frown at the soreness lingering in the back of her skull. Meh, wasn't big enough of a fall to have cracked through the back of her skull.
"You just wait -- Gold or Green, I'll prove that someone around here will need me.. even if it does take an insane Hatchling."
Mrr?
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 3:42 pm
"Tch. You do that," was the retort before the Candidate turned back around in his seat to finish his dinner. But one look at the luke-warm bowl of colored water with bits of pathetic looking... somethings in it seemed to make him not quite as hungry as before.
Shardit. Now he really had lost his appetite.
Grumbling to himself, wondering how anyone could be so sharding egocentric, overconfident, and completely illogical. Really, he had no idea.
Getting up much more gracefully than the other Candidate, and chuckling at the fact someone so confident had just fallen and made an utter fool of herself, he turned and walked off. He wasn't having anymore of this. She'd be the luckiest Candidate in all of Pern if she managed to Impress with that attitude. Ugh.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 4:02 pm
"Fine. I will." Alanna retorted, sneering at the older candidate (again, hating on him being taller than her. Bah) before she passed over the idea of even glancing at her own bowl to head in the opposite direction. Yeah, he could be as big of an a** as she was being. She had no problem with that.
At least she was throwing herself MOSTLY into what it was she was doing. Besides... socialization was hard, why did she need to bother with it? Exactly. She didn't need to.
Okay, she just didn't want to admit she wanted to. Besides..
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She needed to go look over her possibly bruised head (and slightly whiplashed ego) so she could compose herself for whatever hurdle she'd have to fail crossing over next.
Or something. There'd be amusement for those watching no matter what.
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