Slackers!

Mahlia storms in to the Commons, all thunder and lightening, green eyes intense and searing. Apparently on some kind of AWLM rampage, it seems /some/ of the Candidates have been slacking, there's slop and muck about, the barracks are a stye, many a dragon unbathed, and many a piles o'runner poo to be shoveled. She's not all snails and puppy-dog tails though, the rider, recalling all too fondly her stable-ridden Candidacy, the rider will strike with a fair but firm hand, metaphorically speaking of course. Those occluding eyes scan the area for white knots and she sneaks up behind a few random Candie-loungers, she stays there, real creepy like, just breathing, ready to scare the daylights out of them any moment. The feel something, turn, and nearly jump out of their knots as Mahl exclaims "Boo!! N'just what do you two think yer doin' loungin' all lazy like? I know, for a fact, neither of you have completed your assignments for the day. What kinda show do you think we're runnin' here?" This is sound loud enough to create a good deal of embarrassment, many of those nearby oooo-ing and tsk-ing as they scurry off to the barracks to get to work. Mahl puts her fists on her hips and surveys the area.

Today would be the day when Najara got assigned to sweeping the caverns. So she's right there, broom in hand, as Mahlia stalks the slacking candidates. She might maybe have been listening to them gossip, but as the AWLM rampages, she quickly starts pushing that broom around instead of using it to lean on.

Gerazal sees Mahlia come storming in and he's glad that he's not a candidate. The apprentice is sitting at one of the tables and he's doing some doodling in his note pad. He looks down at his notepad and he concentrates really heard on it.

"Lounging?" One simply doesn't lounge on hands and knees! Especially if there's no knee pads involved during such a tedious task. How does someone take the time to add such monstrosities to the undersides of the tables is beyond the realm of his imagination… and for good reason. The candidate begins to grumble under his breath, grinding his teeth as he continues with the scraper to remove turns of unspeakable things out from under the table tops. That, and ponder the mysteries behind this 'Lettie' person and why they're advertising for a good time in such a place. "I don't understand how weyrfolk could be so filthy, augh! I've been scraping at this thing for so long, I wonder if I'll dig through to the other side!" Charsian pauses for a moment, letting the blood rush down from his head before he get a nose bleed as he tries to find the source of the voice. Never mind his clothes are a wee bit discheveled and his hair is a total wreck. Fork in socket styled.

Mahlia catches sight of one young lady, with a broom in her hand, knowing she'd had the opportunity to witness first hand what happens to the slackers, and it might not always be as fun as sneaking up on near strangers. She dusts off her hands and chuckles a bit, a few fellow riders receiving a brief greeting as they have a laugh together, recounting their own experiences. They do not refrain from egging her on, patting her on the back with a few comments likened to 'job well done' to fuel the fire. She winks to the dark haired gal, either a nicety or a warning a greeting as she wanders towards sounds echoing from beneath a table "Evening Gerazal." he looks like he's concentrating hard so she leaves it that. Coming to the table being whittled from below, Mahl takes a big step, coming parallel to the spot as a hand smacks down on top of the table. "What was that?" she queries with raised brow, already knowing what was said. "It all starts with parenting, or lack there of. N'just where are you from sir that it is polite to down talk the cleanliness of others? Maybe if your cohort would get with the program and work as hard as you are this place wouldn't be such a wreck!" Watch out! Mahl's feisty tonight, and not in the fun kinda way.

Najara applies herself to that sweeping with vigor, especially in the parts where Mahlia's watching her or could be construed as doing so. The wink gets her to fumble the broom into her other hand long enough to give a salute in return, and then… on she sweeps! Sweep, sweep, shards people track in a lot of dirt, she's never going to be done at this rate.

Gerazal looks up from his drawing and he gives a wave to Mahlia as she is coming over towards him, "Good evening Mahlia. I hope the candidates aren't giving you any trouble."

Jaireme already finished the chore assigned to 'him'. In fact Jair's already been enjoying a bit of free time after finishing 'his' chore. The trader heads into the commons caverns… juuuust in time to see and hear Mahlia slamming a hand down on a table, and addresssing.. someone. There's an arch of an eyebrow and Jair will pause and give 'his' head a tilt.. watching just what's happening first… hrrrm.

"I'm from much colder and darker places," Charsian replies in a cool tone, a crooked smile upon his face. Sarcastic? Maybe, maybe not. His mother does have a lot of dark colors decorating her corner of the hold. Odd decorating tastes. "Yet with not as much light and bright eyes, we still manage to do decently. It's a shame the capable men and women can't bother themselves with the care of their kin in such things, so they have to leave it to strangers." Yes, mister prissy pants went there, nevermind he looks like he crawled out from under one of the docks during low tide. The moody candidate peers at her clothing for a moment, from her feet to collar and he raises a questioning brow. Women sure are different here in that regard, at least. The other candidates are given a quick glance before he goes back to booger and food mining.

Mahlia makes a snarky little face for a snarky little comment, head wobbling as one side of her upper lips curls "Oh wow.. you sound so cool right now." Her tone is matching with sarcasm and tinged with dryness, obviously not impressed by his mannerisms. Her retort unfolds "Must've been like being trapped in an icebox, inside all the time, wearing all those clothes, nothing better to do than scrub floors. Seems they taught you well.." There is a near scoff, she is teasing slightly, but he kinda asked for it, so she lectures more, knowing that's /everyones favorite approach!/ "Y'see here at Eastern, we have beaches, gardens, jungles, islands, bowls.. y'know outside? We're active and adventure often, spending most our time outdoors besides things that call for confinement or shelter. You'll do just fine here, in fact. Whatever your name is, you're now responsible for making sure all Candidates have completed their duties before the log is sent to me mid-day. If they haven't been done, it's on you, if it hasn't even been checked, then Fi and I will sit you down for a one on one. She does send a few wayward glances towards Najara, mysterious, vigorously sweeping up a dust storm Candidate and then towards the recent arrival of Jaireme, one of the few whom completed today's assignments. A shake of the head is sent towards Gerazal and she confides "If you only knew.." before adding one more thing to Mr.Smart-Candie "As for our kin, a full day's Craftduties, followed by feast help and bilge duties on top of their chores at home.. They do their part, n'I'll make certain you are doing yours on this free ride, 'visitor'."

Najara sweeps that dust toward the door. From her expression, she's not sure whether moving out of eavesdropping range of Mahlia and Charsian's 'conversation' is a good thing or not. On the one hand, annoyed AWLMs are dangerous. On the other… it's sort of fascinating. She encounters Jaireme along the way, and she nods to 'him'. "Hello," she says quietly. "Hope you finished your chores." She tilts her head back to indicate Mahlia.

Gerazal smiles, "I'm sure that you and the other weyrlingmasters will have them whipped into shape in no time." He gets up to get some klah and he nods to the other candidates, "Hello there."

Jair's eyes widen slightly… But.. the trader just can't help moving in juuuuust a bit closer. Though 'he' makes no effort to hide the fact that 'he's' a listening in. What would be the point of that? Instead though Jair glances over at Najara and offers a slightly lopsided grin, and a bob of the head. "Aye. Try and get it done right off. No use in putting them off, going to have to do it one way or another might as well get cracking on it as soon as possible. Always a chance to get finished with the day's work early." Though Jair glances back to Gerazal and lifts 'his' chin in a nod. "Hey there!" Buuuut back to peeeering over at Mahlia and Charsian.

"Actually, it's a little bit on the warm side from where I'm currently residing. It's not every day I get to live under a table." Charsian blows a puff of air across his own face to move the mess of hair from his view. He sighs heavily, going back to scraping the mess under the table, muttering something about a fancy inlay under all of the turns of lovely presents children leave behind. Children, that's right. This holder isn't liking the thought of grown adults doing it and he knows sharding well they d- "W-what? Me? You want me to baby sit grown men and women? Well, some grown. I think. I think some are male and female. Some are questionable. What do I do about the questionable ones?" Char peers at Mahlia with a slight squeaky tinge of concern laced into that last little question. Wide green eyes peer over to the Jaireme-thing and he boggles for a moment longer. He. Isn't. SURE!

Gerazal waves as he gets his mug and his notepad, "Have a good evening everyone." He heads off to do some more studying.

Mahlia claps her hands together once, her incredible auditory range capable of picking up multiple distant conversations and deciphering with clarity. She also has eyes in the back of her head, or at least a few firelizards always about, and spins round on her heels to spot the two Candidates speaking of chores while they listen in like they're incognito or something. "Aye.. you've got it.." she might say gent, but the androgyny makes her uncertain "N'you're taking good note.." she mentions to Najara "Take care of your duties early, n'do em shardin' well too.. or else! A'tien, Fi and I will have none of this namby-pamby slacker business.." Wow she's really on a roll tonight, must be because she kept Cenath Weyrbound last time she was all aglow, now both of her loves are temporarily displaced. Face it, this AWLM is just as frustrated as hormone-ridden Candidate. As for the guy under the table, she shakes her head, curls cascading off shoulders as she does "Now you're rethinking this whole cooler-than thou approach eh? Yes you.. babysit all of the Candidates, like you're their Weyrnanny. If anyone gets in trouble, you're in trouble, if they miss their assignments you take care of them. Figure it out.. male, female and questionable alike. The fate of this Candidacy is in you hands…" she pauses "What exactly is your name gent?" Her vermillion gaze crashes in to his as she waves towards the departing Gerazal.

Najara laughs slightly, and nods to Jaireme. "Lucky," she says. "People keep tracking in more dirt, for me…" and then Mahlia's turning back on her, and her eyes widen. "Ah, yes'm, I'll try," she says quickly. No more conversation for her! She moves on, sweeping the current pile of dust back outside and then going after the next area of the caverns. Didn't she already sweep this one? She thought so, anyway. The dust bunnies are breeding like… bunnies. Sigh.

Jaireme clears 'his' throat.. and winces slightly. "sorry." The ex-trader offers to the woman.. before glancing back at Mahlia and.. arching an eyebrow. And then…head tilting just a little to peeeeeeeeeeer at Charsian. Orly. The candidate smirks just a bit. Jair doesn't need a baby sitter.. buuuut that doesn't mean that the trader can't make it difficult /for/ the babysitter. Hai.

"My name is Charsian," he says with a little tone of pride. Of course, he can only project so much while wearing a bright and frilly waist apron over his clothing. The drudges told him it would protect his clothing while he worked and while the sight of the thing said otherwise, he didn't have the heart to tell an old woman 'no'. "I'm sure I'll manage," he adds, oh so cheerfully with a grin but that grin soon melts into loathing when he catches the gaze 'it' sends him. He even goes so far as flinches. Where's his scraper? He isn't sure if he should be flattered or frightened! Najara looks harmless, at the very least. Either that, or she's some serial killer out to devour them all.

Mahlia beams widely towards Najara, as if she hadn't been frustrated in for a moment, now feeling a certain amount of empathy and she asks "And you young lady.. what is your name? You've done a wonderful job, keeping the dirt off a floor where most of the surrounding areas are covered in dirt, please, be finished for the day. A concerned brow is raised towards the peeering Jaireme, one can only imagine what she is thinking here, only so much room for sorries in Candidacy, even less in Weyrlinghood. Boggling her memory she seeks for a moment "N'you're Jaireme if I remember correctly, right? Stay on the straight and narrow.. there's eyes everywhere.." She too has a hard time reading the utilitarian clad Candidate, something Charsian apparently has caught on to as well. "Charsian, I'd say well met, but I must refrain until better considerations can be made. We'll see how the first seven day goes… m'names Mahlia." She says in a way that implies it is not to be forgotten. "I can't be fuddling around all the time trying to keep you Candidates in line.. Now Charsian, report to A'tien at high noon tomorrow. I will find you soon after.." he has no choice in the matter it seems. She starts to depart, looking at the the other two candidates before she does "N'you two.. get this disheveled Candidate some new clothes and out of that frilly thing after he's done scraping boogers."

It's always the quiet ones. They seem so nice, until they snap. Or don't, as the case may be. Only time will tell! Najara offers Jaireme a smile at his apology, no hard feelings, and as she's returning from the sweeping, finds herself spoken to by Mahlia again. This time, with a smile. Mental whiplash! Which is why she pauses for a moment before saying, "I'm Najara. Ah… thank you." She smiles, a little hesitant, then goes to put her broom away… though it's with a few glances to make sure there's not any /obvious/ dirt left. After all, what if the next AWLM thinks different about the state of the floor? She nods to Mahlia then, stealing a sideways glance at Charsian and then looking away again.

"Aye Ma'am" Jair replies as Mahlia asks 'his' name. "Of course, Straight n'narrow." The candidate offers the weyrlingmaster a bow and a smile to go along with the smooth reply. As for the look.. Well it could be any number of things really, Though really it's a way for the trader to mess with the other candidate. After all the guy seems like he could stand to loosen up a bit. But.. the smirk could also just be for the fact that he's in that oh so preeeettty frilly thing. Goes very well with his eyes, you know. "Yes ma'am. Though, the frills do seem to suit him rather well." ahh yes.. there is mischief in the trader-turned-candidates eyes.

"Yes ma'am," Charsian says with a salute of his scraper. He places it into the pocket of his frilly apron and proceeds to straighten it out and tighten the straps on it for a more comfortable fit. The thing is horribly gaudy with bright greens and salmon colored tones but he'll wear the thing every day if he finds out Mahlia doesn't like it. Why? Either he has a death wish or she's playing hard to get. It might also protect him from the questionable one, in one way shape or form. He raises his hands to his head for a moment but pauses, sparing a glance at the two. He shudders, flipping his hands over so he can inspect the nails with a repulsed look on his face. Finally, he lets his shoulders sag and back down onto his knees he goes. Charsian hits his head on the table when he hears said questionable one approve of it. He must burn it! Kill it with fire!

Mahlia gives the three a departing bow, knowing that their lives on Pern will be closely intertwined over the next few weeks to turns. How exactly that will all play out, no one really knows. The night wastes away, so many chores and essential tasks, life can be oh so busy at times. There is a snicker and agreeable shake of the head towards Jair and she 'warns' "Watch it now! No funny business either.." whatever innuendo 'better follow the rules' type of conclusion you can imagine is implied. "You three have a good rest of your night, eat and get cleaned up. Next time I get the you together, we're headed out for an adventure away from Eastern for the day.. since it's so /dirty/ and all!" This is going to be fun! With that, she saunters out, a few firelizards and few riders following her as she goes.

Najara salute-curtsies to Mahlia. She's still getting these weyr things straight! She can't help but giggle at Jaireme's teasing of Charsian, but she does at least manage to hide it behind her hand.. mostly. She watches Mahlia depart, then huhs. "…adventure?" Dare she ask what that means? Well, whether she dare or not, it's too late to find out now! So… she heads over to get some of that food thing instead. On official orders, no less!

Jaireme just.. grins a little. "of course ma'am." Jair'll watch it, but that mischief still doesn't leave the questionable one's eyes. No, not at all.. Though the… Jaireme's features do light up at the mention of Adventure, and Jair's face even breaks into a grin at the mention of outside the weyr. Thank Faranth! The Jaireme has already been starting to go stir crazy at not being able to leave. Though as Mahlia departs Jaireme will head over to grab a plate of food. Thinking up mischief is hungry work, after all. Plate of food gathered the candidate will head on over to a table… It just happens to be…the table that Charsian is working on. Though here is a glance for Najara. "Sounds like fun to me." Jair says to Najara's questioning about 'adventure' "It'll be nice to get out and go somewhere, don't you think?"

"Adventure? I'll show her an adventure. Me and this bloody apron!" HISS. Charsian goes back to scraping off monstrosities of epic proportions under the table he's currently working on. Underneath all the filth, has been a plethora of history there left unseen over the turns. Some marked when certain unspeakable acts have been done and how unseen is anyones guess. "It's only a matter of time, not gonna be here forever." He turns and peers over to the questionable one, and he peers long. What to do, what to do about this one. "Gonna have to inspect the barracks tonight before dark… Need to find scrub brushes, wire brushes, soap, sewing bits and pieces. This is going to be a long…" PEER. There it is. It Who Must Not Be Gendered. Charsian eyes his scraper for a moment and he clenches it with tightened fingers, pressing his lips into a fine line while he imagines what he's going to do with this /thing/ if it's part of the barracks isn't pristine. If Jair waits long enough, the holder is going to burn a hole through that table top.

"I suppose," says Najara to Jaireme. She seems… unconvinced. Or maybe she's just being unsettled by the edge effects of that glare from Charsian. That theory gains a bit of weight when she says, "I'm, ah… going to go take a bath…" and heads off. She didn't even eat all her dinner! …she's carrying it with her. Maybe she's just taking the opportunity to escape.

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