Jerekan spies Miranda and wanders that-a-way. "Oh, helllooo..." He says, ever so sweetly.

Miranda looks up, tries to remember a name after all those she's met. Doesn't. "Hi," she says, pulling off her boots and rubbing her feet.

Jerekan flutters his auburn lashes at Miranda. "Hello..." Whatever her name is. It's okay, he doesn't remember her, either. "You wouldn't happen to have seen a knife around, anywhere? A beltknife? A /new/ beltknife?" A moment later, "/My/ beltknife?"

Miranda just blinks, as she rubs at those feet. "A beltknife? Hrm..." she pauses, "Let me see... did it have a blue handle?"

Jerekan shakes his head, and still in that sweet, sweet voice, "Noooo..."

Miranda shrugs. "Well, I haven't seen it then," she says decisively. "Shouldn't you be doing chores or something, anyway?" it's not a judging tone, just enquiring.

Jerekan raises his eyebrows. "Shouldn't you? ... And I /can't/, because I'm supposed to peel tubers but I can't use a knife from the kitchens... I have to use /my/ knife..." Whine whine whine...

Miranda blinks. "Surely there must be /some/ knife in the kitchen that will do?" Whine whine whining is getting to her. "And I've just come back from chores. I was up since early this morning cracking firestone and carrying it about. My feet hurt, my arms hurt, and now I've finished."

Jerekan puts his hands on his hips and just /sighs/. "No. There isn't... And I'm very sorry you had to firestone duty." A moment later he adds, "...Still better than Latrine duty, though..."

Miranda ohs? Smiles a bit. "Well, I guess everyone gets it eventually. Just... I'm not used to lugging anything so /heavy/," she starts rubbing her arms. "You said you've done this before, didn't you?" she remembers /that/ much.

Skeo heads toward the beach.
Skeo has left.

Jerekan nods. "Yeah... I never had to do Firestone or Latrines much, though... Just tubers and stable mucking, mostly..."

Miranda ohs. Peers. Blinks. "How do you manage that?"

Jerekan shrugs. "I don't know... Just lucky, I guess..."

Miranda hrms. "Well," she says, rubbing her neck. "What are the best chores to get, then?"

Jerekan snickers at Miranda. "No chores are 'good'... Tuber peeling isn't too bad... But it sure gets boring.."

Miranda ohs. "Don't you have someone to do it with?"

Jerekan shrugs. "Sure, but that doesn't make it any less... boring... I mean, you can't do much else or you'll end up without a finger or two.."

Miranda says "You can't talk while you work?""

Jerekan heaves an exasperated sigh. "Sure you can. But you need to make sure you don't accidentaly slice off a finger..."

Miranda ahs. "Do people really do that?"

Jerekan shrugs again. "I haven't... But I'm sure anyone could..."

Yevir has connected.

Miranda ohs. "So, what's it like?"

Jerekan blinks. "What's what like?"

Yevir returns from chores or somesuch and waves.

Miranda says "Being a candidate... standing on the sands... living at a weyr. Everything..."

Jerekan smiles faintly. "Being a candidate is.... interesting. You have to do a lot of chores, and... Well, it's all worth it if you impress..." Sigh. "If." He brightens, then, adding, "The sands are hot, and you spend most of your time dodging hatchlings and watching all your friends impress.. But... Most people on Pern never get the chance to... So you're still pretty lucky.." If that makes any sense. Jerk is rarely coherent...

Miranda ohs. "How many times have you done it?" she reaches up to rub her neck again. "Ow."

"Just once.. Not counting this time." Jerk shrugs.

Miranda ohs. "Yevir, you said you've done it... how many times?"

Yevir says "this is my sixth."

Miranda mentions "It's my first time." Hands up if you're surprised.

Yevir says "I know. I remember you asking about it before Temesa came to pick me up."

Miranda yeahs. "I didn't think anyone would be picking /me/ up though."

Yevir grins. "I doubt anyone ever really does."

Jerekan chuckles lightly, nodding vaguely in Yevir's direction. "Yeah.. I was... surprised, to say the least." A moment later he adds, "Both times."

Miranda wells. "I thought /you/ might be going, Yevir," she mentions.

Yevir says "I figured I'd be -- they've said I can stand until I'm too old, and they've sent someone for me every time."

Miranda ohs. "It seemed like you knew that rider... what was her name?" so many new names to try and remember "pretty well."

Yevir says "Temesa. Heoth searched me, and it'll be hard to avoid her as a candidate."

Miranda ohs. "Temesa," she repeats. "Why would you want to avoid her?"

Yevir says "remember how she acted in regards to *between*?"

Miranda wells. "Yeah," she says. "She seemed to think we shouldn't be upset by it."

Yevir says "no, that's how she always is."

Miranda ohs. "Do we see a lot of her?"

Yevir says "yes, especially if we goof up."

Miranda ohs. "Why's that?"

Yevir says "she usually oversees punishment details."

Miranda ahs. "What sort of punishment?"

Yevir says "all of the yucky stuff."

Miranda hrms. "What kind?"

Yevir says "cleaning out latrines and the like. If yuo really want to know the whole extent, just slack off."

Ilyria arrives from the beach.
Ilyria has arrived.

Yevir waves. "Long time no see."

Ilyria drops a small satchel on an unoccupied cot and wiggles her fingers in greeting with one hand and tucks loose wisps of hair behind her ears with the other. "Wow, Yevir. Fancy meeting you here."

Yevir says "yes, imagine."

Ischa has connected.

Miranda blinks. "Hello," she says. "I'm Miranda."

Ilyria looks over her shoulder to smile -- though quickly -- at the other girl. She busies herself with moving things from satchel to tiny press. "Hiya. I'm Ily, welcome to No."

Jerekan raises an eyebrow at Ilyria. "Couldn't stay away, eh?" He asks, cobalt blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

Ilyria shrugs. "I'll keep coming until they don't want me to anymore. It's a nice change of pace, at any rate -- and I see that you're still here, too."

Yevir just miles.

Jerekan wiggles his auburn brows at Ilyria. "I meant, you could stay away from /me/... Just as I suspected." He flashes that enigmatic smile of his before wandering back to his own cot.

Ilyria drops the satchel with a thump, dark eyes first widening and then narrowing. "You wish."

Yevir does laugh out loud at the reply.

Jerekan just chuckles under his breath, muttering, "Aye." As he flops down on his cot.

Ilyria purses her lips at the muttered assent -- girl's got good ears, runs in the family -- then turns to Miranda and shrugs. "A bit of advice: avoid Jerekan."

Yevir nods.

Miranda giggles. "He seems a bit...." how to put it? "Interesting."

Ilyria says "I wouldn't call that interesting. I think he's read too many harper ballads about bronzeriders, you know what i mean?"

Miranda blinks. "Um..." flushes as it dawns on her "You mean... /those/ ballads?"

Jerekan makes a face at Yevir. "Traitor." Miranda gets a smirk, though. "Interesting? Better'n being.. not interesting, I guess.." He makes a face at Ilyria, too. "Did not. Why would I want to be like a bronzerider? Then I'd have you falling all over me even more'n you are now..."

Ilyria throws a balled-up sock at Jerekan. "I only fall over you when you trip me!"

Yevir dozes.
Yevir has disconnected.

Miranda laughs, grinning over to Ilyria.

Jerekan catches that sock, and raises it to his nose. "Ahhh.. It smells just like the lovely Ilyria..." He comments to the poor unfortunate lad on the cot beside him.

Ilyria rolls her eyes skyward. "Go tell someone who /cares/, Jerekan."

Miranda snickers. She can see they know eachother. "So you're from around here?" she asks.

Ilyria nods. "I've lived here for about three turns, I'd say. Stood five times. I'm from Some, originially, but I like it better here."

Miranda ohs. "I'm from Forsaken," she says. "Well, lately, that is."

Shandia arrives from the beach.
Shandia has arrived.

Shandia smiles and waves, "Hello everyone.."

Jerekan gets down on one knee before Ilyria and holds up that sock. "Oh, Ilyria, /please/ accept this as a token of my feelings for you...."

Miranda waves. "Hi, I'm Miranda," she's sitting there shoeless, rubbing her neck.

Shandia waves, "I'm Shandia, well met, Miranda."

Miranda grins. "Are you a candidate too? hrm, that firestone is /heavy/."

Ilyria shrugs. "Jerekan's sort of in a subspecies of his own, see."

Rasei trudges in the archway, hair spiked and damp, clothes spattered with darker droplets, apparently damp as well. "Heya," she sighs, skirting the middle of the room in favor of following the wall toward her cot. "'Specially whoever I don't know."

Shandia nods her head, "Yes, and I expect I'll get used to it.

Miranda ohs? "Is it your first time too?"

Shandia nods her head, "Yes..But I know some of you already, from No Weyr."

Kisara has connected.

Jerekan smirks at Ily. "Fine. I'll find someone else to give it to." He takes that sock and strides back to his cot.

Ilyria narrows her eyes. "Give what to?" She's normally not this impolite and /would/ speak happily to new people, but ... it's Jerk.

Rasei hauls out her pack from beneath her cot and rummages in it, dragging out a rag which she uses to mop off her face before shoving it under again. She lowers herself gingerly to a seat, shoulders slumped enough that she can rest her chin in one hand. "Hey, anybody got outside chores?"

Ameryna arrives from the beach.
Ameryna has arrived.

Rasei's slumped on her cot, chin in a hand, looking slightly damp but drying.

"This." Jerk waves that sock around. "The object of my affections that you have so cruelly refused."

Ilyria looks incredulous. "My sock?"

Ameryna walks into the barracks, no hesitation in her steps despite the half frown on her features as she examines her surroundings. Clearing her throat a little, she offers, "Hello."

Miranda giggles a little. "I got firestone sacking," she tells Rasei. "That firestone, is /heavy/."

Rasei glances up, though just her eyes, and waggles the fingers of her free hand at Ameryna. "Hey," she answers back, only to break into the -la with a tremendous yawn. She slumps down on the cot, hitching off her boots. "You rather be indoors, Mir?"

Kisara is laying on her back with her head hanging over the edge of her cot, face turning about as red as those locks spilling down onto the floor. Jerekan is washed from her meditative sprawl with seablue eyes.

Shandia looks over at Ameryna, and smiles, "I guess you don't have to go back and do mending, do you.."

Jerekan's eyes travel toward the newcommer, and he waves that sock cheerily at Ameryna. "Hello! ...Tell your brother that I found my knife..." He glances back at Ilyria and hmphs. "Oh no. It's too late now. You've already crushed my heart into itty bitty pieces. I won't allow you to do it again." He crosses his arms over his chest and spins 'round on his heels. He spies Kisara, though, and gives another cheery wave. "Hey, Kisa...Want a sock?"

Miranda shrugs. "My arms hurt, my feet hurt," she says. "If you want it, you can have it. What did you get?" she rubs her shoulders again. "Hi," she calls to Ameryna. "I'm Miranda. Rasei," she indicates her friend "and I are from Forsaken."

Ischa has disconnected.

Ilyria continues to look blankly at Jerekan. "But it's /my/ sock!"

Ameryna moves across the barracks, searching for an empty cot. As she does so, she smiles in return to the various greetings, letting out a soft laugh at Shandia's words, "Well, no. Unless I get that as a chore.." Quite possible. "Knife?" She repeats confusedly to Jerekan, before she returns Miranda's greeting, "Ameryna, of Southern Boll."

Rasei mm-hmms, lifting one leg straight up in the air, toes pointed, then wraps her hand around the foot and pulls it down toward her nose. "I'm from Shaded Pond, actually," she says, eyes closed. "It's a Forsaken cothold. But that's close enough." She lets go the leg and stretches the other, sighing. "I've got dishwashing, Mir. I'd /gladly/ trade."

...i am drunk... i am drunk... i am.., "Huh?" Kisara comes back to this reality from her insistant stupor, "Whose sock is it?" That matters you know.

Shandia grins, "From whom do we get our chore assignments?"

Jerekan ignores Ilyria... Though he does point a thumb at her. "Hers. She refused to take it. She insists that she's not in love with me." He flops down on that cot beside Kisa and offers that sock again. "You can have it. Keep your mind of.... 'stuff'... If you know what I mean." Wink wink nudge nudge.
/Off/.

Miranda wells. "Okay," she says. "But the firestone is heavy, and it smells, I don't mind washing up. did that often enough at Forsaken."

Rasei snorts, folding her arms behind her head and staring up at the ceiling. It's ever so interesting. "You could say exactly the same thing about runners," she observes. "Heavy and smelly. But I didn't mind /them/."

Ameryna finally chooses a cot, flopping down onto it. "Chores? I guess we find out tomorrow morning." She answers Shandia after a pause, though she doesn't seem entirely sure of herself. Not that she'd ever admit that.

Ilyria loses her cool completely, and wails, "But it's /MY/ sock!"

Jerekan gazes back at Ilyria. "You can have it back when you apologize."

Kisara reaches her arm back over her head and takes the sock to examine, body turns on her cot so that she is sitting upright, complaining, "I see spots and the headrush wasn't worth it." The sock is picked at for material content and softness, the colour is appraised and weighed, "But there is only one of them, Jerk.. get me the other and I'll take it." Wink wink, Swat swat.

Ilyria says "Apologize? For what?"

Jerekan sighs with exasperation at Kisara. "Picky picky." He grins, though, then sighs again at Ilyria. "Well, if you don't know why you should apologize, I'm certainly not going to tell you." Hmph.

Miranda wells. "Ok then," it's a deal. "I really don't mind."

Shandia watches Ilyria and Kisara. Jerekan is acting like a ten turn year old. She takes a cot, and plunks down her things.

Ilyria crosses her arms, tapping her foot impatiently. "Give me back my sock."

Rasei rolls over on her side, supporting her head on one elbow. "Miranda, you're a dear." She knuckles her eyes with the other hand and lets out a breath. "I /hate/ dishwashing. It's small and cramped and too many people moving around and stepping on your feet. At least if I drop firestone on my feet, it's /my/ fault and I can prevent that." The trio of noisemakers draws her attention briefly, her eyes flicking between Ilyria, Kis, and Jer with weary amusement. "What're they fighting about?"

Jerekan shakes his head at Ilyria. "Nope. Too late. You've broken my heart so being sock-less is your penance."

Miranda hrms? "Oh I got that job all the time at Forsaken Rasei. I don't think Firestone is an improvement, but if you really want it, you can have it." She blinks over. "A sock... or something." Weyr people are weird.

Kisara drops the sock on the foot of her cot suddenly and begins arching and clawing at her back, whining, "Jerekan? Will you itch my back?! Right in the center," she points imperiously and wiggles, "Ach! I can't reach..." she glares, "it -itches-."

Ameryna lets out a yawn, stretching out on her cot. Closing her eyes, she listens to the conversations around her, but is otherwise silent.. and one could almost think she were asleep. Maybe she is.

Jerekan eyes Kisara curiously. "Is /that/ where those vtols went?" A moment later he adds a hurried, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding..." He reaches forward hesitantly and... Scratch scratch scratch.

Rasei drapes one foot over the side of her cot, sock-covered toes twitching. "Maybe they're short on them?" she suggests without a particularly serious tone -- rather the opposite. "I brought too many."

Kisara heaves a sigh of relief while Jerk scratches. She walks finger towards the sock and then tosses it back to Ilyria with an apologetic, "Don't mind Jerk, Ilyria... he just doesn't know when to stop." A woman's socks for crying out loud... She'll have to give him a good talking too.

Ameryna has disconnected.

Jerekan narrows his eyes at Kisara and stops scratching. "/Hey/!" He pouts all cute-like. "Kiiiisa..." Whine. "You traitor." Everyone's against Jerk. It's a conspiracy!

Ilyria snatches the sock out of the air and sticks her tongue out at Jerekan. "He doesn't know when to start, either."

Shandia hmms, "It it okay to look around?

Rasei looks away from the confrontation, eyebrows arching, then dropping again. "We did yesterday," she says, abruptly rolling upright to sit on the cot, hands on her knees. "We went and gawked at the egg things."

Shandia heads toward the beach.
Shandia has left.

Kisara is slow, but does eventually catch on, "Vtols?" She asks a little vaguely, "what did you mean by..." the Jerk's outburst causes her to pause and take umbrage, "Jerekan, there are other /ways/ to do what you want to do. This is not one of them... come, we must discuss a few things." Finger waggles him closer while eyes widen in conspiracy shared.

Jerekan peers suspiciously at Kisara...But eventually scoot-scoots closer. "What?" He snaps, trying to sound angry. Doesn't work, though...

Rasei scoots off the cot, glancing over it and twitching the quilt into a semblence of semi-order. "Hey, Mir," she calls over her shoulder. "Want to go look around? If we've got to be here for two months... I don't even know where anything is yet."

Miranda nods, a bit uncomfortable with all the commotion. "I'd like to," she agrees, hopping up, and smoothing the green cover.

Miranda heads toward the beach.
Miranda has left.

Ilyria returns to her normally smiling self, now that Jerekan is otherwise occupied. "I can show you around, if you'd like."

Rasei heads toward the beach.
Rasei has left.

Kisara leans over to murmer, "Jerekan. I am in grave trouble of going crazy if I don't have wine for another two months," she grabs him by the shoulders and shakes slightly, "Help me!" Whine for Wine. Her head turns back and forth and she swipes the back of her neck, "Not that I want to drink really, but something.. a substitute." No, not dishwater. She lets go of his shoulders and sighs, "Mayhaps I should tell you some of the things Ma did as a candidate?"

Ilyria heads toward the beach.
Ilyria has left.

Jerekan blinks in surprise at Kisara. Gulp. "Err... I just had to... deal with it, last time." Shrug. "Mayhaps...." He echoes curiously.

Queryn has connected.

Kisara sighs in anguish, "This is hopeless... Well, I'll tell you to get my mind off of it," she scoots back on her cot and leans her head against the wall, throwing a pillow towards Jerekan, "You see, when Kiri was a candidate she did a couple things to her fellow candidates... Once, she substituted the cavern waters with seawater. Another time she stold all the glows and put them in really odd places..."

Queryn enters the room, his face slightly covered in soot as he stumbles towards his cot. "Remind me to hide from that chore." He mutters and drops his boots beside the bed. Looking down at it, he sighs as he takes the few steps needed to take him to a washing basin.