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Topic Started: Jul 28 2011, 11:09 AM (320 Views)
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“Don’t these people ever relax?” Mercer grumbled to his firelizard, Beau, whom was perched anxiously on the headrest of Mercer’s seat. The candidate had his feet propped up on a low table and was leaning deeply into a cushioned armchair in the corner of the Common Room, watching various candidates bustle back and forth to complete their afternoon chores.

He took a long draught from a flask he’d managed to pilfer from the kitchen earlier that morning and heaved a contented sigh. He’d only recently arrived and was yet unfamiliar with this particular Weyr. In turns past his Running circuits had never really taken him out this way. Everyone seemed stressed and up in arms about a recent bandit attack which he had managed to just miss. No one seemed very willing to smile in this place either because of it, but perhaps that would change when the Hatching came about.

“Better not get my hopes up, buddy. There’s only eight eggs and you’ve seen how many choices they have.” The dark-haired young man told his pet with a pensive smile, reaching up to tickle the brown’s chin. Beau chirruped irritably and turned around, flicking his master’s cheek with his tail. “Fine then, be that way,” Mercer huffed and chuckled softly, then took another sip of the bitter liquid. I guess no one’s in a good mood but me.
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Xaisis was on gopher duty. He didn't mind, although it did involve a lot of running and it was already quite hot out. He was just settling into the unspoken circuit of lower caverns to healers to water cavern to healers to the kitchen and back to the healers to start it all over again when one of the healers took him by the arm, informed him that he had done enough for the morning, and sent him to cool off and rest. Xaisis just shrugged and bounded off again. He still had energy, but he'd find something else to do.

He ended up in the common room of the Candidate Barracks after only a little bit of wandering. People were still scampering in and out, but he paid them no mind. Instead he focussed his attention on the one other person who seemed to have finished for now and headed over. It wasn't nice to bother busy people, after all. So he let himself fall into a chair beside Mercer, glanced at the firelizard, and grinned at his new friend. Xaisis didn't know him, so obviously he couldn't be an old friend.

"Done already?" he asked cheerfully. Then the flask in Mercer's hand caught his eye and he cocked his head. "What's in there?" he asked curiously, leaning a little closer as if proximity would help. His nostrils flared slightly and he bent his head again, one eyebrow drifting upwards. "And where'd you get it?" He tossed himself backwards in his chair and let his arms flop over the armrests. That was what they were there for, after all. "I don't think I know you yet. I'm Xaisis. How long have you been here and where are you from?"
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Oh… What’s this? Mercer found himself eyeing a rather soft featured, charming young man whom had entered the Commons. Much to his delight and amusement, the stranger made his way over and took a seat right next to him. Mercer raised an eyebrow at the younger man, looking him up and down appreciatively. “That,” He replied vaguely with a smirk, “is an interesting question. ‘Done’ is a relative term, don’t you think?” Truthfully Mercer had been on crèche duty earlier, but had ducked out toward the end of the chore shift on his way back from delivering a note to the infirmary.

Chuckling, Mercer added, “I had no idea what this is,” and offered the flask to his new acquaintance, “But it is absolutely, splendidly awful, and probably toxic, but it seems to give a nice buzz.” Questions continued to fly out of Xaisis, as he so introduced himself, which was nicely refreshing compared to most of the tight-lipped weyrfolk he had met so far. “Does it matter, as long as we don’t waste it?”

Finally, someone with personality, Mercer mused to himself. “It’s good to meet you. The name’s Mercer, just got in a few days ago, and this is Beau.” He jabbed the firelizard’s rump, making him squawk and sputter discontentedly, attempting to also avoid the inquiry as to his place of origin. “He’s not very people-friendly, so don’t be offended if he glares at you. Does have a lovely singing voice though. Tell me, do you know if it’s so hot here all turn ‘round? It’s going to ruin my hair every day, I swear.”
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"I suppose it's kind of relative, but I just meant if you were finished and not just sneaking out for a moment. People do that sometimes, although it's rather silly and just makes everything take longer. And when everyone else is working! Nothing to do." He shook his head. There were some crazy people out there. He liked them anyway. "I was just running around for the healers. They told me to stop before I collapsed from the heat, but it's just as hot and dry in Igen. I'm not even tired!" Although he was a little on the sweaty side. That was just a fact of life in summer in the desert.

When Mercer offered him the flask, Xaisis accepted it without hesitation and tossed back a mouthful. He couldn't immediately place exactly what it was, but he passed it back to Mercer with a grin. "Splendidly awful is about right," he laughed, "and a buzz is always welcome. It makes things so much more interesting. And amusing. Not that they aren't amusing to begin with. But they end up more amusing. So no, we shouldn't waste it. It should be... savoured. In particular quantities?"

"Good names," Xaisis declared with a firm nod. "Any reasoning behind his, or just whimsy?" The firelizard's behaviour made his grin stretch wider, and he laughed out loud at the squawk. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I don't think I offend very easily. I can't remember ever being offended, anyway." He paused to think. "Nope! Don't remember anything of the sort. So no problem. And yeah, hot all the time. Not so much in the winter - not that it's anything like a northern winter, if that's where your from. Never seen one myself, though. I did transfer here, but I'm originally from Igen. Same climate. Same dirt. Same garnet too, as it happens, since she's just here until her eggs hatch and then she goes back." He paused. "Think you'll Impress?" He grinned. "I don't think I will, but it'll be great to see another clutch break shell. Always fun, and the parties after are awesome."
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Eleonora was supposed to be working in the Lower Caverns somewhere. She actually had reported to the kitchens earlier in the day, but, as luck would have it, the job she'd been assigned was easy. She finished in no time. As a rule, when that happened candidates were supposed to report back for further work. But, again, luck was on Ele's side. She slipped out of the Lower Caverns unnoticed.

It was not as though she didn't deserve a little time off anyway. Her black eye was all but gone, but the scar on the side of her temple was still healing. Besides, she had to deal with her brother's capture immediately after the incident at the Mines. That had to count for something. The fact that Telimnon was likely working somewhere in the Weyr right now didn't bother her in the least.

Now she was faced with a problem. What in Pern could she do with her sudden time off? She could hide out somewhere in the Weyr and reappear at dinner. She could lock herself in her room. Or, she could go find her friends. Obviously the latter was the best option.

Ele cautiously stepped into the common room, avoiding the gaze of her fellow candidates. If they knew she was purposefully skipping work while they labored away, they might not be too happy. She scooted over to the wall to view the schedule and get some idea where her friends might be, but something else caught her eye. Two boys, neither of whom she recognized, were lounging around in the seating area in the middle of the room. One of the older candidates walked by and Ele quickly shifted her view to the schedule, pretending to study it. She glanced back to the boys as the candidate walked out of sight.

They must be new. That could be the only explanation. At least, it was the only way she could think of that they could get out of chores. Not that she paid attention to all the new candidates arriving lately... Still, however they were avoiding work, she wanted in on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch next to them. "So," she said with a grin, "what's going on over here?"
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Mercer took the flask back in turn and indulged himself with another large draught despite having not eaten much all day. It didn’t taste too strong, so he wasn’t worried about getting sick. Besides, he might need it if Xaisis talked so much all the time. But he really didn’t mind so many words. Sometimes it was nice to not have to supply all the conversation on one’s own. “I’m not sure this poison is meant to be savored.” He held out the flask and frowned at it suspiciously. “I think maybe it was meant to help start campfires or maybe dissolve rust.”

“Igen, eh?” Mercer passed the liquor back over, feeling a little guilty for holding back when Xaisis was being so open, so he decided to be more forthcoming, “Can’t say I grew up a weyrbrat. Might have been better though.” A small hint of what someone who knew Mercer very well might have recognized as regret passed over his sly features, then was quickly overtaken by an arrogant smile. But no one knew Mercer very well. “I’m actually Bitran. Been a Runner for the past five turns, so hard labor doesn’t bother me. It’s the kids that do. I was in the crèche today. Can’t stand them. That’s why I’m here, with that.” He nodded toward the flask.

“Beau I got from a foxy girl I met at Lemos. She was the daughter of a noble and, well, we took a fancy to each other. They were having a lovely festival when I was there.” Mercer smiled fondly, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling. “She let me have one of the eggs from her father’s Gold’s clutch as a parting gift and named him for me. I had to raise him on the road, so he never got too used to people.” Xaisis had a nice laugh, Mercer noted quietly. “Well… I don’t know. Considering how many eggs there are, most likely not, especially since I got here after the touching. I’ve heard that’s important. I tried to get in yesterday, but Tuath was in bad sorts.”

Beau’s territorial grumblings alerted Mercer to the girl’s approach before she said anything. His gaze first centered on her bosoms, and upon seeing she didn’t have much of them and that she seemed rather young all together, flicked his gaze up to her face, which framed by wavy golden locks was quite pleasant to look at. “Hello there. Not going to tell the Candidate Master, are you?” He winked mischievously and beckoned her with his free hand. “Care to join us?”
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"Then it's probably not a good thing that we're drinking it, but I vote for finishing it off anyway." He showed his agreement with himself by readily taking the flask back and flinging his head back. Perhaps he was a little overenergetic, considering that his head connected with the stiffer part of the back of the chair with a muffled but still distinct thump, but that really didn't matter. What mattered was that he didn't spill any, as noted by his triumphant raising of the flask, safe and sound, while he made a very exaggerated grimace and rubbed his head, against with too much exuberance. Oh well.

"A Runner? That sounds cool. Life's kinda boring if you're stuck in a Weyr the whole time. You never get to see anything different. Or different people. Or yeah. There are still lots of cool people, though," he added as an afterthought. "Lots of cool people here too, but I haven't met them all yet. I have work to do!" He examined the flask to be sure that there weren't any stray drops or drop traces, thanks to the whole head-chair encounter, and then, when satisfied, passed it back. "Good stuff. Horrible, but good. You know what I mean? And yeah, I know what you mean about kids. Can't believe I ever was one." Xaisis was lying. He loved kids almost as much as he loved adults. They tended to be more accepting of random hugs and surprise visits too.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of a girl. "Foxy? Interesting. But evidently a good encounter all around if you got a lizard out of it. And yeah, not very many eggs at all. I came here after the Touching too, but she wouldn't let me in either. Or, rather, Macha wouldn't. I'm not surprised. Macha's never been particularly nice to, well, anyone, even back at Igen. She doesn't let me hug her." He scrunched up his face. "But there're other people to have fun with, so it's not the end of Pern."

The first warning that made it into Xaisis' head about the girl's approach was when Mercer started to talk. "Tell who what?" he asked, confused, and then realized that of course Mercer was talking to someone else and bent over backwards until he could see who it was. Someone else he didn't know! Oh joy! "Hi!" he said, grinning yet again. "It's really, really horrible," he said brightly, in reference to the alcoholic thing that he was fairly sure Mercer was offering her. "But, you know, good. In a horrible, tongue-murdering way."
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Eleonora was already in the seat before the other candidate finished asking his question. "Of course I'll join you! Anything to get out of chores... And, don't worry. I won't tell on you so long as you don't tell on me." She grinned. This was good, at least she'd have some company in skipping chores.

She was already way too curious about whatever 'horrible, in a tongue-murdering way' thing one of the boys had, but she held back. It was a bit difficult for, but introductions came first. "I'm Eleornora. Obviously I'm a candidate, or I'd better be, hanging around here. You know, I have a flitt just like that. A brown, I mean. I have no idea where he's at. He's not as sociable as yours."

She didn't even pause to breath, or let them in a word edgewise. Ele was way to curious about what was in that flask. "So, what do you have there?"
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Mercer couldn’t help but laugh aloud at Xaisis’ antics. The fellow was amusing in more ways than one, and seemed to be just his type. “What he said.” He jerked a thumb toward Xaisis. “It’s rather akin to some kind of acid, I think.” Mercer said, handing her the flask. “It’s good to meet you, assuming it doesn’t kill you, in which case we never met.”

“I haven’t had to do real chores since the Hall. But then Running was one long chore, I guess.” He mused thoughtfully, leaning back again with a charming smile and a contented sigh. “I should sneak off more often. Seems like it’s what all you interesting folks do, I see. That or the chores just sap the personality out of people until they get a rest.”

He continued on to explain grudgingly, “The children were giving me a headache. A vtol got in the crèche and they were screaming and running about like a flock of chickens and Beau was squawking and sputtering like someone had lit his tail on fire, so I left before my headache got even worse.” A grimace washed over his features for a moment, then he dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “There’s certainly a draw to being on your own in the wilderness and quiet roads.”

Beau nosed Mercer’s face at the mention of his name, giving a demanding chirp, causing Mercer to add with a roll of his eyes, “And I wish this guy was as scarce as yours. He’s really clingy most of the time. The first time he heard a canine bark, I couldn’t detach him from my tunic for the whole day. He steals my food when I’m not looking, too.”
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Xaisis pouted. "I hope it doesn't kill anyone. That wouldn't be any fun at all. Hm." He seemed to actually be almost depressed for a moment, and then the (very, very brief, and entirely superficial) moment passed and everything was as before. "But why would we have never met? If someone's dead, how are they going to tell anyone who was involved? Isn't that a problem whenever someone dies? No one really knows what happens unless there are witness-sorts who come forwards?" He pondered it for a second. "Anyway, I would be sad to have never met you people. You're already fun." With that, he turned to the next topic with clear finality.

"The chores are all the same to me," he mused. "I'm Weyrbred, see? Only I'm not from this Weyr. I transferred in from Igen after there was that whole lesson gone bad fiasco with bandits. Don't want to risk not having enough Candidates, not with a bunch all injured. Always better to have extra! And besides, Tuath's from Igen anyway, so we almost come as a package." He laughed at his joke; there wasn't really any connection between him, a lowly weyrbred Candidate, and Macha and Tuath, a great and mighty garnet queen and her rider. Still.

Suddenly he snapped back to the conversation. "What? Sneak off? What are you talking about? I just finished early. I was running errands for the healers and they sent me off before I ended up in a bed instead of making them. They're silly. I could have kept going for another few more candlemarks easy. So what are you supposed to be doing? And why aren't you doing it?" Xaisis wasn't a stickler for rules, he just thought that if you were supposed to be doing something, then unless something more important came along you should be doing it, not slacking off just for the sake of slacking off. What was the point?

At the mention of canines, Xaisis twitched and withdrew into his chair. "I don't blame him. They're nasty and hairy and mean."
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