Who

Selaine, Thierry

What

Selaine and Thierry are assigned to work in the stores. They try to choke each other with dust. Selaine… wins?

When

It is evening of the twenty-eighth day of the fourth month of the first turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Igen Weyr Stores

OOC Date

 

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Stores

Boxes, everywhere: some are buried beneath the fugue of dust and spinner-webs, thrust unceremoniously into unseen corners, full of mysterious contents, their solid lids as yet unbroached. Still others line the dirt-smeared walls, damage evident in the caved-in sides or lids set askew. Littering the floor, debris has been left piled in disorganization, left untouched by inattentive drudges and administrative staff. Dull glows splutter feebly in their worn baskets, and the air is fusty and moist, shrouded in the humidity that is Igen. Moisture collects, languid, in the corners of the cavern, lending their own fragrance of mildew and green, growing things,while the occasional dry scratch of scales suggests inhabitants one might not want to inspect too closely.


Despite having returned to the weyr after an unknown amount of days on the dreaded island, the Candidates had not been cut any slack. No indeed. They were right back to work as soon as they were able, meaning the day after. Selaine's duty that day just happened to be to attempt at organizing this mess they called the stores. Upon arrival, Selaine looked about the room with distaste. "Has anyone ever cleaned this place?" she mutters to herself, waving a way a dust cloud that puffed up from her moving a box. She was never gonna get this done on her own….

Then perhaps it's lucky - or unlucky, depending on how you look at it - that Thierry's been assigned to the same rota as Selaine. For today, at least. He's already there in the stores, only further in where he's not immediately visible. A warning hiss from Snake, who's lounging on a shelf high up, alerts him to Selaine's presence and the teen ambles through the corridors of things to find the younger girl. "Newbie. Huh." Not so impressed that they're going to be working together.

There's a bit of shuffling as boxes are moved around and more dust clouds form. Cyro squawks from Selaine's shoulder at the hiss of the other firelizard in the room. Although slightly startled, she only looks up the little gold, wondering who she belonged to. The question is answered byt he appearance of Thierry just there. The younger girl stiffens slightly. They obviously haven't spoken much since that incident on the island. "Thierry." And that's all she says as she goes back to moving boxes, checking contents to see which ones she could throw out.

Snake hisses down at Cyro, wings arching high from her sides in a territorial sort of display; it's not a happy hello, by any means. Thierry, however, has a slow-growing crooked smile that he fixes on Selaine, amused by her industrious attitude. "I already started," he jerks a thumb over his shoulder, "back there. Gonna go quicker if we both do it." His hands sink down into his pockets, the smile sinks a little, and he just watches Selaine with a steady, dark-eyed gaze.

Cyro curls his tail around Selaine's neck, hiding his head under her hair, swirling eyes staring out at Snake. Selaine just lets him be, as long as he doesn't dig his claws into her. There's a soft sigh as she looks back up at Thierry, his smile making her own lips twitch slightly. Albeit reluctantly, she asks, "Alright then. Should we divvy up the tasks, in that case?" Her voice sounds resigned, as if there was no possible way she was going to avoid him either way. She just hopes they don't start arguing again.

"You sort. I lift." Which seems to be about all the divvying up Thierry is interested in. He nods his head towards the back of the stores, indicating Selaine should follow when he turns to walk back to where he was working. "Started with cloth," he explains as he draws up to the bolts of fabric that he's strewn about. "Gonna sort them into colour, then by length. Short bits there," he points to a box of odd ends, "big bits here," then to a second box.

Selaine simply nods and follows him to the back. She eyes the work he's managed to get done, looking at the bolts of cloth surrounding the back area. Her eyes follows his pointing to the boxes and gives another nod before making her way to a small pile. Her hands move absently, eyes checking the color and placing them in various places by color. She's quiet for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry about what I said… before." Her voice is soft, seemingly slightly muted by the surrounding cloth.

Thierry is handling the bigger bolts of cloth, pulling out all those that are blue to stack them together. "Dunno what you said before," he says as he tugs a massive bolt out of the pile, pulling it until it drops heavily to the floor and raises a cloud of dust. Thi's cough when he gets a lungful of the dust is a raspy throat-clearing, and he rubs at his nose with the collar of his tunic before lugging the bolt over to the others.

There's a slight pursing of her lips. Selaine can't tell if he really doesn't remember or if he's just pretending not to. Either way, she continues with a sigh, "About… hoping you don't Impress." She winces slightly, obviously unseen by Thierry as her back's toward him as she organizes the bolts. "I.. didn't really mean it." She turns around slightly in time to see the dust cloud and covers her own nose and mouth before turning back to her pile.

"Eh. What-the-fuck-ever," Thierry replies with a shrug of his shoulders. "Ain't up to you anyway, so it don't matter what you said." The older candidate turns to look at Selaine, eyes narrowed and lips drawn thin. "'Sides. I might think the same about you, and I ain't apologising for nothing like that."

There's another sigh from the younger girl as she shrugs. "Well, I felt like I needed to apologize. I don't expect you to apologize for something like that, anyway." She looks back over at him, watching him watch her. "And you didn't say it out loud, either way." she adds, with a wrinkle of her nose. Not like he'd apologize even if he had.

Thierry tugs out another of the larger bolts of fabric - brown, this time, which he sets aside to make a new pile. "Right." Though it's up to Selaine to decide what he's agreeing so vaguely with. There's more dust that flares up when the bolt hits the floor, though not as bad this time as before. It's still enough to make the older candidate cough, which he turns his head to do. "What'd you take a white knot for, newbie?"

The younger girl turns to another pile and sorts out the colors, putting brown bolts in the pile he's started and blues in another pile that she had started earlier. His vague reply only recieves an eyebrow raise as she tries to avoid more dust clouds. His question takes her a moment. "For a chance to change." she replies, "For the chance to get away from having everything handed to me."

"Bullshit. No-one don't want shit handed to 'em on a platter." Thierry scoffs, turning to look down at Selaine with his nose wrinkled - in distaste and against the rising dust. "You wanted a chance at that gold egg, like all them other doe-eyed Holdershits in the barracks. Think you're gonna be the next weyrwoman, huh? Bullshit."

At Thierry's reply, Selaine actually laughs. "Me? A goldrider? I highly doubt that. I hadn't even thought that far. I'd be happy if I Impressed at all, let alone a gold." she shakes her head. "And having everything handed to you isn't as amazing as it sounds. But don't people just want what they don't have? I just wanted my freedom. At least you wouldn't have to deal with arranged marriages and being expected to do nothing but stay at home and raise kids."

Thierry purposely drops the next bolt heavily, to raise more dust. "Bullshit," he says again, hoisting the fabric over to join the others of the same colour. "You're a girl. You oughta be home caring about raising babies and being a good wife, not fucking around in a Weyr on a dragon that shoulda picked a guy. Girls ain't fighters. You're gonna piss yourself if you see thread."

"Do you really think that?" Selaine challenges, turning to look at him. "Would you say that to Kyara? Sienna? Tuli? Do you really think we can't handle ourselves when it comes to protecting lives?" She roughly tosses a bolt to a growing pile of reds, causing more dust to raise, making her cough. "What gives men the right to say that women should just stay home? We're human, too. We can make our own choices. And so do the dragons."

"No. I think that about you." As if Thierry would dare say it to any of those women she mentioned. "Soft-about-the-edges Holdergirls ain't got no business thinking they got what it takes to be a rider. Your duty to Pern's gonna be to make babies, newbie, not to fly thread. Leave that to those of who can handle it."

"You don't know me well enough to say that." Selaine retorts, tossing another bolt into another pile. "I might not have been when I first got here, but I sure as hell think I can handle it when the time comes now, if it does." There's another cough as more clouds make their scene. "It's not like I've been sitting on my ass this whole time."

Thierry adds even more dust to the dust that's already filling the air - maybe they'll choke to death in their dust-off? He glowers at Selaine through the floating motes, holding the brown bolt against him. "I don't hafta know you well, precious. You're green. You ain't proven shit. You're just another Holdergirl trying to run from the inevitable."

"It doesn't matter what you think." More bolt-tossing and more dust. Definitely trying to choke the other out. Selaine glares at him through the dust-clouded room. "We'll just see if we Impress or not and then maybe you can say whether or not I was cut out for it afterwards." That is the unknown and it would settle that uncertainty. If she did Impress, she'd do her best to prove him wrong.

"Sure. Let the dragons decide." Thierry drops one more bolt into the pile, then rubs the back of his hand roughly under his nose and he snorts at the dust. "Fuck this. Can't fucking breathe." Without waiting to see if Selaine will follow or not, he turns on his heel to stomp out to where there's fresher air, with Snake dropping off her high perch to follow him.

Selaine gives him another nod. Let the dragons decide. That was the best way. The girl attempts to brave through the dust but eventually also gives in and makes her way out to fresh air, Cyro still curled about on her neck. They can finish later..

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