Who

Roheis, Alyna

What

Holder sensibilities come up against a certain liberal-minded greenrider as Alyna gives Roheis a bit of a crash course in Weyr life.

Some Swearing

When

It is afternoon of the twenty-second day of the fourth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Laundry Room, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 19 Feb 2019 05:00

 

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"But no hot water for my shirts please, if you guys keep shrinking them, I'm going to start causing quite a stir in the Kitten."


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Laundry Room

The laundry room is a bustling center of activity in the lower caverns. Crumbled pillars have been restored and pools cleaned and properly sealed to attend to the weyr's massive commerical cleaning efforts. Personal laundry as well as all the weyrs rags, work clothes and other assorted things are taken care of here. There's a desk towards the main entrance where people can drop off their laundry and receive a ticket to hand back in when they come to pick up. There's almost always a crew of people on duty. Dirty underwear waits for no man.


It's hasn't been too long since Roheis was dropped off at the Weyr and took up the mantle of Assistant Headwoman, so she's likely still a relatively new face to some. Having hit the ground running with her duties, this afternoon she finds herself overseeing the backlog of laundry. She stands near the entrance, a waist-high basket in front of her stuffed to bursting with all manner of clothing, holding a shirt close to inspect some defect. "I don't know what he's done to these seams but they absolutely will not survive a wash," she comments to a woman nearby who is sorting through a similar basket. The offending shirt is set into yet another basket, destined either for the seamsters or to be cut up into rags.

What is a grounded Wingsecond to do until her green decides to take her glowing but into the skies? A little bit of house keeping of course. Even though the autumn weather is rainy, Alyna is dressed in her usual revealing style. A pair of skin hugging wherhide pants that almost look painted on, riding low on her hips, with a pale blue peasant top, cropped to reveal a wide swath of flat stomach with sleeves swept off her shoulders. She has two over full sacks with her, that she plops down, one noticeably smaller than the other. With a hand swept through pale blonde hair, she reaches into her back pocket, removing a flask that she casually unscrews and takes a long draught from as she waits her turn.

There's some more idle chit-chat between the two women before a third arrives to remove the basket with questionable clothes. A *look* passes between her and Roheis and the darker-skinned woman turns to face the desk. "Apologies for the wait. We're running a little behind," she offers with a pleasant enough smile, eyes widening ever-so-slightly as she takes in Alyna's mode of dress and casual day drinking. Averting her gaze to the ticket book she casts a glance over the two bags. "Just these two, then?"

If Alyna catches Roheis' wide-eyed look, she's not mentioning it. Instead she'll tuck the flask back in her pocket before giving a bright smile toward her. "Yeah, these two. Though, gotta warn ya, the small one is soiled diapers and Adryn is eating solids now so…phew.." she waves her hand in front of her nose to emphasize her point. "The rest are mine and my weyrmate's clothes, so definitely not too bad. But no hot water for my shirts please, if you guys keep shrinking them, I'm going to start causing quite a stir in the Kitten." Her feline smile brighten, with a coy waggle of her eyebrows in the darker skinned woman's direction.

"Ah, yes. That does tend to happen when they transition. It should even out eventually, but by then you're training them out of diapers." Roheis comments with a knowing smile. Jotting down a few notes, more like archaic glyphs and runes that translate into washing instructions, she cocks her head slightly trying to piece together the context, inadvertently fixing the greenrider with a questioning stare. "The…Kitten? Yes, we can't be having you cause a stir there." Normally a laundress would helpfully supply this missing information, but they seem to conveniently be too busy at the moment.

"Ugh! I can't wait for the day he's out of them! Can't come soon enough," Alyna replies with an emphatic sigh. Raising a brow in return to Roheis' questioning stare, the greenrider narrows crystalline blue eyes in the woman's direction. "The Tipsy Kitten? The bar at the Weyr's entrance?" Lifting a slender finger to tap at her lower lip thoughtfully, she tilts her head to one side, "You gotta be new if you don't know the Kitten. Although I really should say cause more of a stir there, I'm a bit of a regular." There's a mild boasting there, maybe a little bit of overshare, but Alyna's never been one for keeping things to herself. "It's a fantastic place for drinking, gaming, picking up cute guys…or gals." A sly look is shot in the younger woman's direction before she chuckles softly before reaching back and taking another swig from her flask. "Oh, I'm Alyna by the way, Green Haquith's, and Wingsecond to Ocelot." And she tips the flask in the woman's direction invitingly.

Roheis blinks rapidly a few times, the muted hint of a blush rising to color her cheeks. There's so much new and clearly scandalous information bu the way her eyes widen and air of cool politeness seems to just fall away, that it takes a moment for her brain to actually kick back into gear. "Roheis," she supplies reflexively. "And yes, I'm a new addition. Pleased to meet you." A beat, two, three. "I haven't been able to get out much." It's an excuse, sure, but she's clearly out of her depth here. Lifting a hand she politely refuses the offer of the flask. "Perhaps when I'm off duty. I don't want to accidentally shrink your shirts."

Alyna slaps the palm of her hand to her forehead with a bit of a chuckle, "Of course, you're working. Sorry. Definitely don't want you tipsy when dealing with my unmentionables either." Another suggestive waggle of her eyebrows betraying the not quite utilitarian nature of said underthings, before she continues, "Those as well, handle with care. Dropped a pile of marks at the Booty Boutique for those, and they were quite the hit." Brazen wink is shot in Roheis' direction. "You should get out though. The Weyr has a lot to offer a pretty young woman like yourself you know. Let me guess…you're holdbred?"

Despite working in the laundry all day it seems it only just now dawns on Roheis that dealing with unmentionables is a thing. The color rises in her cheeks again but she gently clears her throat and smooths out her skirt - a nervous tick by the looks of it. "I am, yes. From up North," she slightly emphasizes the last word, letting it carry the weight of her meaning. Adding the additional notes to the cryptic leaflet of washing instructions is enough of a distraction to give her time to recompose herself. "I'm not sure I have much use for Tipsy Kittens or Booty Boutiques, but I'll take your word for it. Anywhere else I should keep an eye out for?"

"Oh? Me too! I impressed at Igen Weyr, but I grew up at Telgar Hold. Only moved down here…what? 3 turns ago now…? I think." Alyna replies as she hooks her thumbs into her belt and hitches out a hip slightly with another tilt of her head as she gives the woman a more thorough once over. "Yeah, I can usually spot someone holdbred a dragonlength away. And don't discount The Kitten, it's like the heart of the Weyr in a way, we go there to celebrate…and to mourn." Her bright expression fades a little as she takes a deep breath before forcing her smile back on her lips.

"Oh." There's almost a note of disappointment in that single syllable but politeness prevails. "I'm from around the Telgar Hold area myself. Nowhere interesting or important, unfortunately." Roheis tacks on with a slight bitter undertone to the last words. "That's the thing about alcohol. It's multipurpose. I've heard the Wings have been hit unseasonably hard lately. My condolences." Her sympathy is genuine even if the rest of her words are dry and to the point. "I'll keep that in mind. I've been too busy 'learning the ropes' to really get out and meet anyone." Waving a worker over she hands off the washing instructions and the two bags. Probably not the best idea to be standing around chatting next to what's effectively a diaper pail for too long.

"Are you?! Nice to meet someone from back home way," Alyna beams, completely oblivious to the fact that she's probably taking up Roheis' time with her idle chitchat. "I was searched almost…" Her brow crinkles a bit as she makes some mentl calculations, "Wow…sixteen turns ago actually. Haven't been back for awhile either. But you said you're from the area, so from one of the cotholds then maybe?" She arches her brow quizzically. The greenrider can smell a story here, but she's not quite crossed the threshold into the completely innapropriate probing…yet. But her regard goes a mite stormy when Roheis brings up the Weyr's troubles. "Well, yeah, everyone's waiting to see when our queens will finally get their asses in gear and take to the skies." Giving the younger woman another appreciative look she asks, hesitantly, "Umm…you're familiar what happens to weyrfolk when a gold goes up right?"

Roheis seems to have enough clout with the general working populace to be able to take some free time to chat. Either that or they're way too amused watching the Holdbred woman squirm under the greenrider's questioning. "Yes, one of the cotholds." She affirms, but goes no further than that. "I've heard talk of the," she pauses to find a word, "impatience with the queens. I'm sure they'll get around to it in due time. Besides, don't Weyrlings take a Turn or more to grow and train up anyways?" It's a real question for once, but she's startled suddenly at the possible implications of Alyna's last question. "No? I can't say I am familiar with that." She blinks owlishly.

"Due time? Faranth's tits woman, we're running out of time," Alyna scoffs derisively, her proddy-induced short fuse making a brief cameo before she tamps it down with effort, and some deep breaths as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "Sorry, my green's come into season, and it's…trying my patience. And yes, Weyrlings do take almost a Turn to mature, but the sooner they're clutched, the sooner they will graduate. And as for gold flights…" She winces a little trying to figure out exactly how to put this, "When golds fly, everyone in the area feels it, and I mean…like really feels it. It…um…heats the blood if you catch my drift…" Roheis is lucky, Alyna could be a lot more blunt right now, but she's reining it in for the same of the holdbred woman's sensibilities.

Roheis benevolently allows the outburst to slide past after the mention of of her green being in season. "One of our regular watchriders had a particularly temperamental green when she was proddy. I know how it can be." At least, as much as a sheltered holdbred woman can be. The pieces don't immediately fall into place but suddenly. "Oh," she nearly whispers, followed by a louder exclamation. "Oh!" Clapping a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in scandalized horror. The other finds the desk to steady her as she leans forward a bit to catch her breath. "Everyone?" She asks, sotto voce, almost pleadingly. Surely she misheard.

Well at least the woman's familiar with proddiness, that's something at least, Alyna thinks to herself with an absent nod. Although the woman's subsequent scandalized horror has the greenrider holding her hands up in her defense, "You won't completely lose your head, don't worry, but I find holders sometimes get caught unawares and they can get swept up in their feelings to embaressing results once the feeling fades. Just don't get too shocked if people seem to casually pair off during and after. It's normal, and most weyrfolk don't bat an eye at what goes on." She's really trying to downplay it, she didn't mean to scare the poor woman.

Roheis takes a few deep breathes to smooth away the rough edges of her distress and compose herself, ignoring the muffled giggling from the more seasoned weyrfolk behind her. "We'd been told…things…happened during goldflights and were never allowed near Weyrs because of it." Probably something about unbridled rider orgies by her previous reaction, or other such nonsense meant to scare hold-women away from the oh-so-dangerous dragonriders. "What you're describing just sounds like normal gather behavior. Yes. That sounds about right." Once more smoothing out her skirt she seems to have mostly composed herself. "Thank you for the warning, though. It's appreciated," she flashes a warm smile to the greenrider before her attention is caught by one of the women working away. "Ah, here is your ticket. Did you need anything else?" She asks, offering up the nearly forgotten laundry ticket.

"Well…a bit more than normal gather behaviour, but I guess that's a fair assessment. Just keep an eye out for riders of the losing dragons…they'll be looking for relief afterwards, but most are good about seeking out someone who is willing at least." Alyna nods wisely before a gold firelizard pops in from between with a soft warble before landing delicately on Alyna's shoulder, raising her leg with a note attached to it. Reading it, the greenrider gets a grin on her face before looking up and seeing that ticket being offered. "Ah, perfect timing. I gotta go pick up my son from the nursery. It was a pleasure meeting you Roheis, and if you ever want someone to take you to the Kitten, let me know." She waggles fingers in the assistant Headwoman's direction in farewell, before turning on her heel and shashaying with a provocative swing of her hips out of the Laundry.

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