Linden Nathanael


Linden and Nathanael play a prank on the candidates.


It is afternoon of the tenth day of the first month of the second turn of the 12th pass.


Southern Candidate Barracks

OOC Date


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Candidate Barracks

Perhaps the safest place in the weyr, these barracks: the stonework here is old, perhaps as old as the weyr is itself, for the uncanny cleanliness of ancient stonecutters marks neat corners and perfect arches. Richly-lit by glowlight, tapestries reflect scenes of yore from the walls - dragons flaming, holders farming, and one particularly well-made that depicts the impression of a dark-haired girl to a light-toned gold dragonet, dripping and fierce. The barracks themselves are open-air, with not even a curtain to divide the space of male from female. Bunk-bed style cots line each wall, hammocks strung along the middle for those unfortunate enough to lack the privacy that an adjoining wall brings. There are privies in the back and locker-style item storage in the front, and one especially large table next to a book-case filled with basic Harper texts.

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"Shhh!" Linden hisses to his accomplice as they sneak back into the barracks. Peering around, the young candidate grins. "Perfect! They're all still doing chores." Why aren't /they/ doing chores? Well…who knows. "So how do you do this again?"

Nathanael places a hand over his mouth, cutting off laughter as it attempts to pour out. A glance of his own reveals taht Linden is totally right, the barracks are bare (get it?). His face is rather red from not-laughing. Deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth leaves him kinda able to talk. "Here, we gotta be careful, 'cuz ye dun want 'em t' be noticin'." With exaggerated care Nathanael examines the nearest bunk, and then begins to strip off all but the fitted (because that is a Pern Thing Now) sheet. Leaving the top blanket in a pile upon the floor he gestures. to the other side of the flat sheet. "Be grabbin' that. Gotta tuck'er 'n 'e top."

Linden looks confused for a moment as he walks around to the other side. "Into the top?" he whispers, grabbing the corner that normally goes into the bottom and pulling it towards the top. "OH. I see how it works now." Sheltered. So sheltered.

It's sad when Nathanael is less sheltered then someone else. Though, he has lived in the dorms here in Southern for almost three years. It makes a difference. When it comes to teenage pranks? Nathanael TOTALLY has an education. A grin spreads across his lips as he tucks the sheet in on his side, and folds it in half. "Be makin' sure 's smooth, else they'll be thinkin' somethin's wrong."

Linden nods, "Right," he says softly, folding it in half and tucking it into the top. "Okay, you finish that one. Let's skip Quinn's. He's alright."

Nathanael cocks up an eyebrow at his friend. "Ain't no'un what ain't not a'lright." (Wow Nate, way to use four negatives. That's like, a double double negative) 'cept Jorly, 'n she jus' 's use't it bein' diffrent." Because Nathanael believes that EVERYON is good on the inside. Yup. "But sure, we can be not doin' his." Nathanael slides to the floor and rather than doing the bottom bunk he steps to another, this one Prymelia's. "'s why we's leavin' 'em gifts after. So they ain't thinkin' 's mean. Jus' funny."

Linden bobs his head as he moves to Kultir's bunk, hesitating for a second before he yanks off the top blanket and swiftly folds the sheet, before re-making it. "Yeah, you got the gifts right?" he hisses to his companion.

"COURSE I got 'em!" Nathanael glances back at Linden for just a second before getting back to work. "Was gettin' out early t' be gettin' 'e ladies, 'n got 'e boys last night. They be under ye bed."

Nevik walks to the Weyrling Barracks.

"Our bed," Linden corrects as he moves to the next one, and the next one. "Shards, s'lot of Candidates," he mutters, skipping a few of the more sensitive kids' bunks.

"'s lots've eggs. Ain't no Southern cluch be small." A hint of pride there in Nathanael's voice for his adopted home. And it's goldriders. Because of COURSE they don't go small. "Ain't 'e clutches what ye Ma's had be that big?"

Akron begins to stirr in his perch, idly twisting back and forth to stretch out his wings and legs.

Linden shakes his head, "Mom's clutches were oldtime. Pass. Smaller." When Akron stirs, Linden is /ready/, tossing a bit of meat towards the firelizard. Then he's moving on to the other bunks down the line.

"Guess I just ne'er seen one've 'em. Thread was changin' a lot." Sage wisdom there from Nathanael. It takes a while to work his way down the bunks, using the bottom as a way to teach the top, almost falling at least once. Why do bunks have to be so tall?

Akron was just about awake enough to see some of the two-legs doing something when all of a sudden meat rained down from above for him. All for him. *sniff* *sniff* Yup. Meat. The bronze hungrily stabs his muzzle at the fleshy bit and begins to chomp down, ignoring all but the gift of food.

Because most people aren't pocket sized. Linden gets to the end of his bunks first and darts back to their Most Awesome Bunk to grab the gifts from beneath it. Moving back to the front of the room he starts putting the presents on their pillows. For boys, everyone gets a new (if cheaply made) handkerchief and a delicious piece of fruit. The girls? They get a little bouquet of wildflowers tied together with twine.

Because, of course, neither Linden nor Nathanael are jerks. Just good fun. "Ye got any of the ladies ye be takin' a fancy to?"

Linden flushes a bit. "No, I mean, Prymelia's pretty hot, but she's…" Unnerving. "Not really tho. Just having fun, s'not a time for romance or nothin'. You?"

Akron finishes the meaty bit a bit too quickly for his own good. He always has been a bit of a greedy eater but, being bronze, he feels that it's his right to eat what he wishes. Glancing around for other meaty bits and coming up short, he looks up to the sky - for where else does meaty bits that drop onto your perch come - and starts to let out short, sharp, LOUD, chirps. *meat* … *meat*….

As Nathanael brushes by Linden he'll drive an elbow gently into his ribs and move to straighten the hankerchiefs behind Linden. "Ma'am Prymelia be one've 'e real good'uns. Pretty, 'n smart 'n all that." In other words Nathanael totally worships her. "But I ain't really e'er been thinkin' like that 'bout no'un like that."

Linden swears briefly under his breath and hurries back to toss five more pieces of meat in front of Akron. At this rate the bronze will follow him around demanding it. Then he goes back to the gift-giving. Everyone gets something, even the bunks that weren't short sheeted. "Yeah? She's a bit…" Linden blushes and shrugs. "She ruffled my hair." Is he complaining? Not really.

Nathanael quietlly makes a mental not to NOT hug Prymelia when Linden is around. Because that would be mean. "'m glad she's 'ere. E'en tho' she ain't happy t' not be workin' 'n her wagon. If ye're wantin' t' be doin' somethin' nice…" Nathanael looks upwards, as if THINKING HARD, "Proly be lookin' f'r somethin' what she can be usin' after. If'n she don't impress."

Linden tilts his head. "What, me give her a present?" The boy's nose wrinkles. "Nah." Least that's what he says.

Akron creens, Food! The bronze is happy to gobble and taste each of the five pieces just to be certain that they are, in fact, meat. Once he's sure that the gobblets are both meat and his to eat, he settles down to munch happily upon the first one. Two-Legs. Mm. Food. Mm. Something. Mm.

"Ye know ye wanna." It's almost sing-song as Nathanael twitches the last of the hankerchiefs straight and turns to look over the rest of the barracks with an eye to see if they left something undone.

Linden shrugs, reaching out to shove Nate's shoulder playfully. "No I don't! I don't want a girl."

"Right." The T is firmly pronouced as Nathanael shoves back. "'m thinkin we be done 'ere. Ma'am Ardstelle's gonna be noticin' we be gone sooner 'r later."

Linden nods again, giving the area one last sweep with his eyes. "Right, okay. Let's get back to chores." He grins widely at his friend and turns to leave.

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