Kirysta attempts a different tactic. She starts from the top, and tries to comb downwards. After about a fingertips length, the brush is once more hopelessly entangled in Felea's hair.

Miranda wanders in, all innocently, and then stops all of a sudden. HE's here.

Kirysta sighs. "You know, I could always get my scissors and cut some of the larger knots out? Then it'd be easier to brush through? And then I could braid it, so it wouldn't tangle again?"

Jerekan slooooowly rises from his cot, idly rubbing at his eyes and trying to re-adjust his tangled sleeping fur. Oof.

Felea fidgets dreadfully. The brushing hurts, and she just isn't very good at staying still. She turns abruptly at Kir's last remark and says flatly "No." "You're not coming anywhere near my hair with scissors."

Kirysta shrugs. "Fine then. It'll just have to hurt a bit more. " She resumes a mixture of brushing and tugging, and is managing to at least slightly improve Felea's curls.

Miranda will get in first this time. "How come you're asleep?" glare at HIM.

Kirysta puts the brush down after one final pull. She hunts in her press for a strip of leather and ties most of Felea's hair back with that. "There, now at least you're semi-presentable. And most of the tangles are in the tail. So as long as you keep it tied back like that, it shouldn't get much worse. Now I'm off for a walk. And to see the you know whats."

Felea pulls the end of the tail over her shoulder and peers at it. It doesn't look that knotted. She prods at is somewhat futily with the brush, and then abandons it in favour of watching Miranda.

Kirysta has disconnected.

Jerekan blinks in surprise at the bluerider, frowning then as he mutters tiredly, "Taking a nap." So there. Hmph. After a moment he lazily flops back down on his cot, but has yet to fall back asleep.

Miranda hehs. "Well you should be doing your chores," she says. "So there."

Jerekan frowns more, still not sitting back up. "I've already done plenty. I'm allowed a break." Pbbt.

Felea says pointedly "Yes. Everyone else is up doing chores. Why aren't you?"

Miranda hehs. "You have too many breaks."

"You're not going to another tiff are you?" Alysta's voice can be heard above the buzz of other voices as she sits up on her cot -- looking directly at Miranda.

Darrien smiles as he re-enters the candidate quarters and gives a small wave to everyone present.

To have another tiff. See what happens when you eat cheese for breakfast?!

Felea smiles at Darrien, mouthing to him, "It's alright. P'nel's gone."

Darrien grins at Felea and nods, mouthing back, "You read my mind."

Felea giggles, rolling her eyes. She gestures friendlily to the empty cot beside her, if Darrien wishes to sit.

Jerekan scowls at Miranda, announcing, "If I don't rest, I can't possibly do my chores properly."

Darrien hops onto the cot beside Felea, causing her to bounce up, and tries to pick up on the conversation.

Miranda tosses her hair. Good thing Alina hasn't gone through with the haircut threat. "I'm the candidate co-ordinator, and I have to make sure everyone does their chores." Glare at Jerekan. "Well you shouldn't be so lazy!"

Jerekan frowns more, hugging his sleeping furs to himself. "Not lazy." Hmph. "Just /tired/. And I /do/ do my chores!"

Felea says, "Well, all this talk of chores, I'd best go and do mine." She stares pointedly at Jerekan, tosses her hairbrush in the direction of her press and wanders off towards the door.

Miranda stamps her foot. "Well NOBODY else is tired! So what have you been up to?" she glares at him suspiciously. "Pranks, I'll bet."

Felea has disconnected.

Alysta's brows rise with an exasperated look of 'Here we go again'. A hand is raised and waved around a bit to catch Miranda's attention, "I'm tired, does that count? Or am I a non-person again?"

Jerekan rolls cobalt eyes Miranda-ward. "I wouldn't possibly think about doing a prank. They're far too immature." Actually, he's just to lazy to actually pull one off. "...And maybe they aren't tired because /they/ aren't doing their chores." He sends an accusatory glance at all the other candidate's present.

Darrien laughs, perhaps a bit weakly, "Hey! I just spent a large amount of time doing /my/ chores in the infirmary, if I can do that, I don't see how anyone couldn't do their chores."

Miranda hehs at Alysta. That just kills that theory, but anyway, back to the story.... She glares at Jerekan "I haven't seen you do anything since you came here," not that she's looked too hard. "Do we need to have another discussion?"

Alina slips out.
Alina heads down the tunnel.
Alina has left.

Cullen has connected.

Jerekan rolls his eyes more at that Bluerider. "/Discussion/? Is that what you call it?" He asks casually, looking all too smooth... Before he remembers there are /others/ present, and blushes rather furiously.

Miranda stamps her foot. "How dare you...." oh, so there are. Blush.

Darrien chuckles quietly.

Alysta swings her legs over the edge of her cot, muttering as she does so and giving Miranda a less than happy look. "Would the two of you just quit acting like kids and hurry up and kiss each other already?" There. Said.

Cullen has just walked in and pauses halfway to his cot.

Jerekan blinks at Alysta. Several times. In rapid succession. After sputtering for a moment or four, he finally stammers out, "Don't be ridiculous, 'Lys... /YOu/ kiss her if you'd like to see it so badly." Hmph.

Darrien chokes as he hears Alysta's comment, waiting eagerly to see what Miranda will do.

Miranda screws her nose up. "Kiss /him/? HIM?" her voice rises an octave.

Cullen raises an eyebrow but continues now, albiet slowly, toward his cot.

Darrien adds to the chaos, "Hey, I don't think it would be a bad idea."

Alysta rolls her eyes at Miranda, "Who did you think I meant? Darrien? Of course /HIM/." A finger points in Jerekan's direction. "It's so obvious, even to /me/" which is saying alot, "that you want to, so get it over and done with and then our lives will be a whole heap easier."

Darrien grins and nods, "She's right and you two both know it."

Cullen sits down and pulls off his left sandal, very slowly as he watches.

Jerekan rolls his eyes... Apparently he's managed to regain his composure. "Why would she want to, 'Lys? She has that brownrider of hers." He smirks all self-satisfied like at Miranda.

Miranda explodes. "He is NOT my brownrider!" she looks ready to thwap.

Alysta's interest is perked, "Brownrider?" She looks over at Jerekan, "Who're you talking about?"

Jerekan chuckles jovially. "/Her/ brownrider." A thumb is pointed at Miranda. "The guy she's always /with/... If you catch my drift." He sure leaves little to the imagination...

Darrien laughs outright at the chance to tease Miranda, "Oh, really Miranda?"

Miranda glares at Jerekan, and stomps out, very angrily.
Miranda heads toward the beach.
Miranda has left.

Darrien still chuckling he looks at Lys, "Do you think that's bad?"

Alysta absently bites at her lower lip, watching Miranda stomp out, "It could be -- how does permenant latrine duty sound?"

Darrien wrinkles his nose, "I don't know how is sounds, but it sure /smells/ bad."

Cullen furrows his brow in confusion as he empties sand out of his sandal. He doesn't ask, but he certainly looks curious.

Jerekan blinks at that. "/Permanent/?!?" Blinkblink. He peers at Alysta and Darrien, then glances in the direction the bluerider stomped, and rushes off his cot and out of the barracks in a panic.

You return to the beach.

No Hatching Beach(#27RJ)
The same fine-grained sands which characterize the No islands stretch on the beach toward the west until jutting cliffs cut off passage but for very low tides, and to the east until the shoreline curves out of sight. Brilliant blue-green waters invite swimming and playing, and numerous firelizards dart and hunt in the surf.

To the north the ocean is hard to miss. To the south is the entrance to the hatching grounds, and the candidate quarters lie to the southeast. Slightly apart from everything and to the southwest are the weyrling barracks.

Contents:
Miranda
Litreth(#775Japqs$)
Obvious exits:
Candidate Quarters Hatching Grounds Temp Weyr Water Weyrling Barracks

Miranda is fuming, pacing up and down, up and down, and muttering things under her breath about that Jerekan, and fancy suggesting she should kiss him.

Jerekan rushes out in a panic. "Miiiiiiiraaaaaandaaaaaa!!" He calls after her, chasing the bluerider down the beach and flailing his arms wildly. "Waait!" He falls to his knees at her feet and /begs/. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't give me permanent latrine duty! I apologize! I'll never do it again! See, 'Lys said that you might make me, but.. But please don't!" /Beg/.

Miranda blinks. "Hey, get off my feet, you you.... candidate!" and then in an injured tone "you really didn't want to kiss me?" go figure.

Jerekan obediantly rises, and blinks. He nervously turns his back to her, shoulders rolling in a shrug. "Doesn't matter. You don't."

Miranda hehs. "Well you kiss better than G'vir anyway," the brownrider, you know. Grudgingly.

Jerekan blinks at that, and is unable to hide the blush in his cheeks. Good thing his back is still turned. "Do I?" He wonders idly, sounding horribly uninterested.

Miranda stares at her fingernails. There might be dirt under them or something. "Much," she says.

Jerekan chuckles lightly, at that, but suddenly, he spins round on his heels and and glances at Miranda's face.. He's awfully close as he mutters, "Really?"

Miranda ahems. Awfully close. Er... that's bad right? Or good, or er... something. "Really," she squeaks.

Jerekan suddenly and without a warning (well, okay, maybe /some/ warning) smooches! ...Just to prove /how/ good he is.. Really.

Miranda, despite the warning doesn't move out of the way. Odd that. So she gets it full on the mouth. She even smooches back. Er... so he doesn't get embarrassed.

Jerekan pulls back then.. Err. HEr work was to no avail. He blushes furiously.

Miranda looks awfully embarrassed too. She goes back to staring at her fingernails.

Alina arrives from the hatching grounds.
Alina has arrived.

Jerekan is standing surprisingly near Miranda, and has yet to say anything. After a moment he mutters, "Err... Well..." He spots the Weyrwoman and waves idly, casually taking a step away from that Bluerider. "Weyrwoman," he greets, adding a salute.

Miranda goes red too, and leans casually against Litreth, well it's an attempt at casualness. "Er... hi Alina."

Alina says "Hello."

Jerekan glances back at Miranda, nodding slowly. "Err, yes, Bluerider... I promise to...work on my attitude some more." Niiice cover.

Miranda looks over at Jerekan. Ahemcoughcough. Blush. Nothing to see here....RIGHT? "Er well, yes, you do that can....Jerekan."

Solchiran arrives from the candidate quarters.
Solchiran has arrived.
Solchiran strolls out from the candidate quarters, waving slightly at those outside.

Jerekan is standing nearish to Miranda, and looks nervous, flustered, embarrassed... C) all of the above. He catches sight of Solchiran and hurriedly returns that wave.

Miranda is also an interesting shade of red, leaning against Litreth and attempting, with very little success to look casual. "Er... hi Can...." sigh, not that.

Alina nods vaguely.

Solchiran straightens his nametag...it's even got the right name on it...then blinks at Miranda and Jerekan. "Something interesting going on out here?" Obviousely.

Miranda ahems. "No nothing interesting, what could possibly be going on?"

Solchiran shrugs, but grins. "Oh, I can't imagine..I'm just a candidate. Did you get too much sun?"

Miranda huhs? She's lost.

Darrien arrives from the candidate quarters.
Darrien has arrived.

Jerekan shakes his head vigorously. "Nothing interesting. WEll, err.. I've got all those chores to do, now, so..." Shrug. He heads back toward the barracks.