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| Unauthorized Entrance [Open/Candidates]; They really better not get caught. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 15 Feb 2010 - 16:34 (366 Views) | |
| DeusExMachina | 15 Feb 2010 - 16:34 Post #1 |
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Caveat! Anyone who gets "caught" at this will be removed from Candidacy. If you want to get snagged, please keep that in mind. Otherwise, feel free to either join in on the sneaking or be in the galleries at the time. Isheth liked to feed in the middle of the night. It gave her a sense of security to be off the Sands only when the Weyr was supposed to be asleep, when her eggs would supposedly be at their safest. Her eggs, and no one had better argue with it. As such, the galleries were usually empty when the queen left to the feeding grounds, and the Weyr was dark, mostly slumbering. Chaumeth could be relied upon to keep an eye on the eggs, she knew, but Isheth trusted no one - especially considering the circumstances under which these eggs had come to her. That was why, with the hour of midnight come and gone, Chandry slipped out of her cot in the barracks and slung a pair of shoes on to her feet. Sandals would be too thin, she knew, to withstand the heat of the Hatching Sands. The girl in the cot next to hers stirred and blinked at the other Candidate, her eyes having trouble focusing in the dark. The other girl, namely Ysabe, hissed carefully, "Where do you think you're going?" "Shhhhh," was Chandry's hasty response. She didn't want to take Ysabe with her, really, since the other girl - closer to twenty, "responsible" - was exactly the kind of person that would rat out a person for something like this. "Just go back to sleep." Ysabe seemed skeptical but she rolled back other, leaving Chandry to get in whatever trouble she was going to find quite on her own. Granted, the dark-haired Candidate couldn't pull qutie the same stunt when she ran into the young man, Jimery, on her way through the lower caverns, and he - with something of a crush on Chandry - insisted on joining her. "Just keep it to yourself," Chandry insisted, leading the two of them through the corridors and caverns, across the bowl, and into the Hatching Grounds. They were so going to get busted if anyone caught them at this. Seriously. |
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| maiken | 17 Feb 2010 - 13:07 Post #2 |
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Since their arrival at Ista Weyr, Ilari had been mostly avoiding the other candidates. Conversations always seemed to lead back around to how she had arrived at the Weyr, a subject that Ilari was still uncomfortable discussing. Though it wasn't like she had done anything wrong, quite the opposite. Arenset could perhaps be considered to have been in the wrong, but she would never tell anyone that. In fact, she'd hidden his part in their father's activities from the traders completely. Now, being so far from home, in a Weyr of all places, Ilari was unsure of herself. Certainly she was welcomed as a candidate, and it wasn't as though she minded the hard word that was required, but she didn't feel as though she belonged. She didn't condone stealing, and yet here she was, standing for a stolen clutch of dragon eggs. The very thought of the act of theft made her sick to her stomach. Of course, Ilari was ecstatic at being a candidate, but some things just seemed off to her. Not knowing whether she would be in the wrong for doing so, she'd found herself in the galleries night after night. She always sat about halfway up the rows, quietly watching the eggs from her shadowed area. It wasn't as though she was harming the eggs watching them from the stands. They seemed to draw her, and though she told herself she should stop, she still came every night. Tonight was no exception. She's snuck out early in the evening, coming to her customary perch in the gallery. She'd smiled at the queen as she entered, and carefully made her way up. Sitting with her legs pulled under her, she put rested her chin on her right palm and stared down at the sands in thought. |
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| DeusExMachina | 19 Feb 2010 - 11:13 Post #3 |
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A furtive glance shot to the galleries, and Chandry shot another whisper back to Jimery. "Go up there," she pointed up the stairs to the stands, her own steps leading across the anteroom toward the Sands, "and see if anyone's still up. Then come and tell me who's there, okay?" It was her experience that young boys needed express instructions or they were apt to mess things up. She probably should have told him to make sure he walked up the stairs, across the galleries, looked around with his eyes, came back down the steps... But Jimery seemed to get the picture. His feet clattered noisily up the steps. At this time of night, most of the glows were shielded and the cavern - with its black Sands below and its mammoth, tiered seating above - was gloomy and dim. The Sands themselves were visible, being better-lit no matter what time it was, but the galleries were a little too dark for faces to be immediately recognizable. The young man could tell there was someone up here, could sort of tell it was a girl who was sitting on her legs and holding her chin in her hand, but he couldn't tell who she was. With Isheth off the Sands, he was pretty sure it wouldn't be the Weyrwoman. Just in case, though, he tried to sound all calm and confident and not at all as freaked out as he actually was: "Hey, who's there?" Down below, Chandry waited on the verge of the Sands, antsy but unwilling to dart out there till she was sure the coast was clear. |
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| Bookworm | 19 Feb 2010 - 16:04 Post #4 |
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It seemed like the sands were busy tonight. Edilon also knew that Isheth liked to feed at this time, and he planned to see the eggs then. He would start in the galleries--just in case--and then sneak onto the sands if he could. He'd done it before at Fort, and hadn't been caught. It wasn't like he was going to do anything dangerous, anyway. He had a sketchbook in hand and he wanted to draw the eggs. He didn't even have to touch them. He was just beginning to walk up to the gallery, hurrying quietly across the steps, when he heard someone else clambering up another set of stairs. Edilon froze, holding his breath. It couldn't be the Weyrwoman, could it? He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a young man's voice. The danger wasn't over, yet. The other candidate might tattle, or draw attention to them. He didn't realize that the two women were there. "Hello," he called in a stage whisper that still seemed too loud. "It's just me, another candidate." |
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| maiken | 19 Feb 2010 - 18:36 Post #5 |
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At the unexpected voices around her, Ilari stood quickly, looking around until her gaze fell on Jimery. "I'm Ilari. I was just sitting up here thinking." She paused, coming over to the boy, more into what little light there was. She reached a hand up to push her hair behind her ears, and studied the boy carefully. She hadn't said in her introduction that she was a candidate, knowing he'd likely seen her with the others at some time or another. "Why did you come from down there? We aren't supposed to be down there. I wasn't even certain we were supposed to be in the galleries, let alone on the sands themselves." Ilari asked the question carefully, turning her head to study Edilon as he emerged. "Normally no one is in here this time of night, but tonight seems quite popular." It was more of a statement than an accusation, but she turned her attention to the direction Jimery had come from, figuring someone else hid in the shadows. Edited by maiken, 19 Feb 2010 - 18:37.
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| DeusExMachina | 19 Feb 2010 - 20:55 Post #6 |
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"Shards and shells!" That was Chandry's brilliant observation, put when she heard Jimery hissing up in the galleries at someone - which meant someone was there, sharditall, and that didn't bode well for secrecy. That the other boy was here for similar reasons hadn't occurred to her yet; after all, no one (else) would be crazy enough to sneak onto the Sands, would they? Jimery seemed bemused about Ilari's response, scooting closer on tentative feet until he could get a good look of her in the dark. For his part, he was barely grown-up enough to be a Candidate at all, and he certainly didn't seem old enough to be questioning someone Ilari's age, but he'd been given a task, dangit, and he was going to perform that task to the best of his abilities! "Okay, Ilari," he said finally, though he still seemed to consider her with the same uncertainty one might show toward a grenade that was missing its pin: anyone up at this hour might be likely to go off any second, after all. "I'm, uhhhh - " He had a conundrum. He hadn't been told to tell anyone else what he and Chandry were doing here, so what should he say to this other girl? And... "Another candidate?" he repeated after Edilon, and the clap of his palm to his forehead was audible in the echoing dimness. "Another candidate?" was repeated from down by the Sands, Chandry sharing in her minion's face-palm reaction to the midnight population. "By the first egg, what're you people doing up at this hour?" Even the whisper seemed awfully loud in the otherwise dead silence of the cavern. |
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| maiken | 20 Feb 2010 - 13:38 Post #7 |
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Seeing Jimery's reaction to other people being there helped Ilari know what was going on. The fact that the pair seemed slightly annoyed at her presence was also not lost on her. She moved slightly so that she could better see Chandry on the sands, and shrugged. "I suppose we could ask the same question of you." She paused for a moment, forming her answer in her head before repeating it aloud. "I have trouble sleeping. It helps if I come in here and think for a bit before settling in for the night." Ilari seemed a bit unsure about her being there, as though she wasn't certain of the rules. "I was under the impression that candidates are never allowed on the sands without supervision." |
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| Bookworm | 21 Feb 2010 - 08:20 Post #8 |
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"Like it's perfectly natural for you to be up and about at this hour?" Edilon whispered back to Chandry. His tone wasn't annoyed, just bemused. He looked up at the girl in the galleries, chuckling a little at her answer. He didn't think she was doing anything that was technically against the rules, but the Queen probably still wouldn't be happy if she knew someone was looking at her egg without her there. "They're not allowed," he answered Ilari. "We're sneaking. I wasn't going to do anything bad, though. I was only going to draw the eggs." He held up his sketchbook, to prove it. "We should probably keep going, though, if we want to see the eggs. The Queen won't be feeding forever." |
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| DeusExMachina | 21 Feb 2010 - 21:04 Post #9 |
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"Look," Chandry began, grasping for rational and coming across mostly just seriously annoyed. Which was hard to do when whispering like that, but she managed it somehow! "We're not talking about what I'm doing here. We're talking about what - " And then Edilon went on to mention his plan involved getting on the Sands and, even in the darkness, it was obvious that she was blinking very wide eyes at him, the whites of them showing round and surprised. "Oh," she said after a few seconds, starting to shuffle toward the eggs again, though she was clearly loathe to take her eyes off of the other boy. In case he made sudden moves or... well... it just didn't seem wise to trust someone skulking around at this hour of the night, regardless of how hypocritical it might be. "That's what I'm here to do. Minus the drawing part. I just wanna - touch them." Her fingers twitched at her sides, like there was nothing she could do to fight this compulsion. Drawing a deep breath, she peered up to the galleries for a moment, checking up on Jimery's progress. The young boy was still floundering, though, uncertain how to deal with Ilari. "They're not. Er, we're not. But, y'know, sometimes..." He trailed off, scratching the side of his head in helpless bemusement. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" |
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| maiken | 22 Feb 2010 - 14:15 Post #10 |
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Ilari was studying Jimery, but she was obviously surprised at his desperate plea that she not tattle to the Weyrwoman or anyone else. "I wouldn't do that. Tell anyone, that is. However, I am getting out of here so I don't get in trouble if you lot get caught." She paused, though, looking torn between leaving and staying for a moment. "Just don't get caught, okay? We don't have so many candidates that we can lose some in an act they know is wrong." After saying that, Ilari headed toward the exit, only glancing over her shoulder once before going through the door. She knew the boy, and his companions as well, would likely be relieved that she left. After all, trying to sneak around became very difficult when too many people joined the party. Upon exiting she turned to go to the dining caverns, thinking to grab something warm before going to bed. |
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| DeusExMachina | 1 Mar 2010 - 08:01 Post #11 |
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OOC >> I'm gonna go ahead and move this along and let Bookworm catch up when she feels better IRL. ![]() "We won't get caught," Chandry called after Ilari, full of the surety of the young and the foolish. Hurrying after her, Jimery coasted down the steps and landed beside Chandry with a similarly foolhardy grin on his face, even younger and just as foolish as the leader of this tremendously bad expedition. But he fell in step beside the girl, 100% ready to possibly ruin his whole future. To her credit, the brunette had no nefarious plans, no ill will toward the eggs. Surely, there were a fair few at Ista Weyr who might still count their loyalty to Fort as enough to take back the eggs, but Chandry wasn't among them. When you really got down to it, it was better that a foolish Candidate take advantage of Isheth's lack of guard than someone with more ambition and less concern for Ista's future. She just wanted... ...to walk out onto the Sands. Taking a deep breath, swallowing her lingering fear, she stepped onto those black Sands with a quick, furtive glance to the galleries, just to be sure. Jimery wasn't quite so brave and hung back on the fringe of the Sands for a spell, his hands in his pockets, watching the girl approach the cluster of eggs. She gave a short look toward the queen egg, settled off by itself, and went instead toward the bulk of the stolen clutch. "They're already pretty hard," she harsh-whispered back toward the boys, her hand on the apex of an egg on the edge of knot of ten. It gave no apparent recognition of her - no bobble or teeter, no internal thump or noise, only the same silence that filled the cavern from Sands to ledges. For anyone less brave, it would have been downright eerie, and there was a moment when a chill traveled Chandry's spine, but she didn't let it stop her from exhaling and moving her hands over this hardened egg. "Really hard," she added, another nervous exhale when nothing immediately went wrong. |
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| Bookworm | 9 Mar 2010 - 12:35 Post #12 |
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Edilon took a deep breath and followed Chandry onto the sands. He felt a tingle go down his spine as he did so, and he nervously looked back, as if Isheth was going to suddenly appear at the entrance. She didn't, of course, so he kept walking. The sand was hot, uncomfortably so. Just one more reason not to linger too long. "Careful," he hissed as Chandry touched the eggs. He knew it was irrational to worry about the eggs breaking, but he feared that too much pawing would damage the fragile life inside. Chandry seemed to be touching the shell gingerly, though. Edilon walked up to a plain, medium sized egg and pulled out his sketchbook. Too bad he couldn't sit down. It was a little awkward to draw standing up, but he started outlining the form of the egg. No egg was a perfect sphere. Like all of them, this one had its own unique contours. |
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