Overzealous

Eastern Weyr - Commons Cavern

A grand stairway leads downward into the cool rock of the commons cavern, a place for socializing and relaxing, as well as an area that provides solid shelter from the seasonal storms of this area. One of the few caverns at Eastern Weyr, the rock here has been worn away by centuries worth of water movement, leaving a nearly glass smooth polish over much of the room. Rocky shelves line the walls on which electric lights covered with paper lanterns rest, providing adequate illumination for the area. High above are further light fixtures, enabling a wide range of lighting options here. A natural pool occupies half of the far end of the cavern and is supplied with heated water piped in by an ingenious techcrafter. All about the room are balconies of rock with stairs leading to them and small dumbwaiters for the purpose of delivering food and drink to their heights.


Rukbat hangs high in the sky outside of Eastern's bustling main cavern. It is bustling, of course, because it is lunchtime. A gaggle of weyrbrats mill in one corner, giggling and poking at something unseen except by those closest, many of the riders eat with the others of their wing, but off in one corner with what appears to be a giant jumble of wires is Fiona, her short hair stuffed under a bandanna as she fiddles, her food forgotten to the wayside.

Ah, children. So adorable when they aren't causing problems. The trouble is, they so often are. Lorenze is really just trying to get past the group and get himself some lunch, but it's quite treacherous with them underfoot. Even more so when there's a giant jumble of wires in the vicinity. The weyrbrats end up steering him in that direction, and he trips over one of the wires, nearly tumbling to the floor. "Oof." Not the most graceful entrance.

Fiona just arches a brow at the unknown entity as he trips on a stray wire, "They're not small, you know." It's true, they're fairly large wires, "Try not to bleed on them." Clearly, she has the bedside manner of a screeching whery.

"Thank you. Yes. I can see that they aren't." Lorenze replies with a slightly grumpy tone as he looks back at the woman with the wires. It's all so much more obvious now that the children aren't running around. He takes a deep breath, forcing his irritation away. "I'm sorry. I wasn't being careful… can I help you? Those look like an armful."

Fiona chuckles dryly, pulling in the escaped wire back under the table before applying tool to central piece again, "Are you a trained technician?" She takes a moment to peer at his shoulder, then goes back to fiddling, "They're not moving again for a while, anyway."

"I am not. However, I can lift up heavy wires, and I can do a fair job of untangling them. Unless that requires a certificate. I always seem to miss it when they're handing those out." Lorenze says with a little smirk, giving the woman and her wires a curious look. "What exactly are you setting up, anyways?" Nosy.

Fiona snorts derisively, shifting to fiddle with the next bit, "Power conduit. Though I wouldn't mind help getting it back when the time comes, for now there's little you can do but look."

Lorenze eyes the wires for a moment, then the woman fiddling with him. "What exactly needs that much power in the commons? Are you bringing in more light?" His imagination as to the purposes of electricity seems fairly limited. "Can I at least get you some water or something? Looks like heavy work."

Fiona chuckles again, more darkly this time and works a screw loose carefully, "Something like that." She begins work on the next screw, "We're going to give more power to the sands and use the excess to better heat the bathing pools." She looks up only briefly, "Water and electricity rarely mix well…?" She frowns, adding a questioning sound where she would have placed a name.

Lorenze actually looks fairly excited at that prospect. "Really? That's awesome. Nothing better than a hot bath. If you're working on that, I'd definitely be happy to help you." He holds out a hand, even if she doesn't have a free one to shake. "Lorenze. Nice to meet you."

Fiona waggles a wrench, "Fiona. Well met." Then her hand returns to its work, "Our baths are already hot, but we're trying to make it more efficient. If I can get this working properly, I should even be able to allow folks to run cold baths."

Lorenze withdraws the offered hand, accepting the wrench-waggle as the best he's going to get. "They can always get hotter. Unless they're burning you. Then they probably shouldn't be that hot." He says with a little laugh. "Well, amazing work all the same. You sure you don't want some water? Maybe a beer?" Great idea when one is working with electricity.

Fiona pauses, her lips pursing as she looks up at him again, "Alcohol is hardly a means of hydration, Lorenze." It's flat and simply stated. A fact. "And I"m nearly done, I believe."

"No, it's a means of relaxation. You don't want to be all tense when you're performing a delicate task." Lorenze seems oddly amused for a moment. "And if you're nearly done, that means you'll be free soon. So how about I thank you for your hard work on the baths with a couple drinks? Maybe dancing?" Someone isn't easily discouraged.

Fiona's expression goes from her usual dark to downright dour, "No. Thank you, but no. I am not interested in debauchery or merry making." She begins carefully sliding her tools back into the loops on her belt seemingly for such a purpose, "Though I believe a gather is scheduled a sevenday or so hence, if that's your sort of thing." Clearly, it's not hers, and she doesn't bother to wait for his help as she starts to gather the conduit wires for transport.

Requested or not, Lorenze does try to help her gather up the wires. He's going to insist on attempting assistance, it seems. "A gather, eh? Do you need anybody to escort you?" Thickheaded. No other word for that kind of persistence.

"No, I do not." She does let him help move the heavy apparatus, though, "I will likely not be in attendance unless my wingleader requires." And they're moving towards the exit to the sands with the wires.

Lorenze assists as best he can in moving the heavy equipment. "And if your wingleader requires, surely you'll need a date then? To ward off unwanted attention if nothing else." More points for persistence. Or maybe he just finds her attitude amusing.

Fiona sighs in a way that might put a wherry off its food, "No. But thank you for your over-zealous attempts."

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