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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:42 pm
Trine - Candidate Barracks to Main Hall - Morning Chores
With morning lessons over with it was 2 candlemarks of chores then lunch. The routine was so ingrained in her after 5 turns that she didn't even need to think about it as her feet carried her back to the candidate barracks to check the day's chore roster. Breakfast was already a distant memory and her stomach rumbled it's displeasure. She sighed and rolled her eyes, blowing a lock of hair from her face. Focusing today was difficult at best. She'd been through all of the candidate lessons time and time again and could probably repeat them by heart. Goldriders didn't get a much training as she had by now! If Candidacy could be a career Dizzian was sure she'd have been a Master by now.
A quick glance at the post board brought a fraction of relief though. Today she'd drawn Main Hall clean up. It was easy, mostly light physical labor consisting of clearing the tables, wiping and mopping everything down. Seeing that a couple other candidates were assigned to it as well, it shouldn't take too long. Maybe one of the cooks would let them get a snack while they worked. It was certainly one of the cushier chores they were assigned. She recalled latrine duty...it was unpleasant at best. Nightmare inducing at worse.
Dizz recognized one of the names that she'd be working with, Cissal. She didn't know him all that well but he'd been Standing for as long as she had. She also knew of his reputation as a trouble maker. This could prove to be an interesting day after all!
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 11:31 pm
He'd been late to lessons and late leaving today, as he had been every other day for the past month. Cissel had been at this for so long he practically slept through the lectures and carried his group members through the lessons with the same bored, arrogant air of someone directing inferior beings. It had earned him a sharp reprimand today, however, as he'd accidentally made some girl cry when he told her flat out she was a dumb as a wherry and if she couldn't remember how to approach a gold, she'd end up headless. It was a lie, of course, and an obvious one but she was on the younger side of the spectrum and impressible.
Apparently he'd made her terrified of eggs by the comment and the Candidatemaster had seem exasperated, long used to Cissel's lack of tact. Drafting an apology letter had been his punishment, something the teen had reluctantly sat down to do until his upbringing had him spinning a romance novel of a letter for the girl. Sappy, sickly sweet, impossibly optimistic - sunshine and rainbows had veiled the sarcasm beneath, just enough that the proof read by the Candidatemaster had okayed it.
And that left him strolling into the barracks nearly a candlemark later then he should have. Checking the notice board, he found he'd been stuck with the messhall - a double edged blade as far as he was concerned. He could listen to the gossip, provide advice, and generally be awesome but at the same time he was, for the duration of bussing tables, no better then the common drudge and that was irritating.
Thus, of mixed opinion, he finally sauntered into the hall and winked at one of the Greenriders near the door. She looked unimpressed. With a shrug, he looked around and spotted a couple others working to clean up the tables - excellent! Wandering over, he came alongside Dizz and crossed his arms over his chest as he observed, "How goes? Looking spick and span - for the most part, anyway. Keep it up. I'll go see what's on the menu for lunch." Of course that could mean one of two things: he would help the set-up back-stage for lunch or he wasn't intending to do anything at all. With Cissel, either was possible.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:23 am
Dizzian hadn't managed to infiltrate the kitchens just yet. Already an hour into their work and the small group of candidates had only managed to clear and clean maybe a third of the hall. They were much more concerned with their own conversation than what they were supposed to be doing. Dizzian in particular was standing with a stack of plates balanced on her hip and talking animatedly when she was interrupted by the late arrival of Cissal.
At first her impression of the dark haired candidate was unflattering. He strolls in over a candlemark late then says something like that? Her eyes narrowed as he walked away without waiting for a response. She glanced back to her companions, they'd already shrugged him off and gone back to their conversation without her.
Dizzian bit her lower lip and grinned, inspiration dawning. "I'll...be right back." She mumbled to no one in particular, setting the plates back down on the table and trotting after Cissal. She hadn't quite thought up an excuse for it yet but if HE was going to the kitchens she wanted in as well! It was much more interesting then clearing a table anyways.
She caught up with him inside the kitchens, the scent of food stirring the hungry beast in her belly. She licked her lips, biting them again as she approached him. "So...what'd you find out?" Dizz kept an eye out for anything that looked like it would be more at home in her stomach.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 3:30 pm
He eyed her and shrugged, "That's you're hungry enough to eat a whole wherry." Stepping forward, the Candidate yawned as he peered around a corner and groaned, "Soup for lunch. Stew. Can't the kitchens make something better? The Riders always seem to get the best cuts of meat and best bowls of soups." The slam of heavy doors from the oven drew his attention to a huge tray of freshly finished rolls was pulled out to cool in time for lunch.
"If yer lookin' ter help, you can get going on those," The kitchen grinned at the pair, her gap toothed expression doing little to inspire confidence in the Candidate as he groaned.
The 'those' she had been refering to was a giant pile of plates from the clean-up out front that needed to be attended to. "There's a bubbly pie each if you get it done within the candlemark!"
That had Cissel stepping forward with a 'yes ma'am' and he rolled his sleeves up. "You don't get over here, I'm going to get them both!" He laughed as stuck his hand into the hot water to grab the scrubber laying a the bottom of the basin, "What's your name? I've seen you around for a while but I don't think we've actually spoken much..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:39 pm
Dizzian wrinkled her nose and made a face at him. "It sucks being on the bottom of the pecking order doesn't it?" She eyed the rolls as they passed by, her stomach letting loose an unpleasant grumble. Once the cook put them down and turned away Dizz took a couple steps towards the rolls. Her attempt was cut short at the cook's order. She jumped, clutching her reaching hand quickly withdrawn. A grimace crossed her face at the sight of the woman's teeth.
"Wait what? You Wish!" She jumped in beside Cissal, reaching for another scrubber with a splash. "I'm Dizzian. And we haven't." She smirked at him as she gave each plate a quick once over, going more for speed than cleanliness. "I've been a candidate for a while now. Grew up here in the Weyr." Dizz straightened up and flipped her hair out of her face. She wished she'd thought to tie it back. "You're Cissal right?" She knew he was but it felt rude and maybe a little creepy to just come out and say it.
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