| Who | |
| What |
Bingo prompt of twitter pose scene ends up with a surprisingly deep discussion between Doji and Xan while the girls do kitchen chores. |
| When |
It is evening of the fourth day of the fourth month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass. |
| Where |
Igen Weyr - Kitchens |
| OOC Date | 23 Jun 2017 05:00 |
So it's one of those self-fulfilling thigamabobs.
Kitchens
Chaos and anomie reign in this hub of food production. It's not so much the smell, which varies from 'faintly edible' to 'coal', as the film of grease that adds a sheen to every surface and glues canine hair to the wall. The area is well set up, of course — it's a large kitchen with more than adequate counter space. There's plenty of room to get around, too, even with the centralized canine spit run dominating the center of the floor. The place is just, well, not 'up to code'. Several large stoves belch smoke that chars the blocked chimney's outer brick. Unidentifiable bits of food have been baked to the floors and ground in by the uncaring trod of drudge shoes. Even the sink is crusty, with it's constant tower of filthy dishes and lack of cleansing sand to be seen anywhere. Add in the bloodied smears on cutting boards and what you have is a monument to cross contamination.
Standing at a hot oven, Xanthee is reaching into it and pulling a tray of meat rolls out, hands covered by thick gloves to protect them.
Ho-hum. Just another day of chores. Doji's currently set to cutting root veggies. The knife is very sharp, so she's being extra careful.
Pausing in her chore, Xanthee pulls a hanky out of the decolletage of her shit and wipes at her sweaty brow.. 'Youre good at that Doji."
"Huh?" is Doji's articulate response as she looks up at Xan. She blushes a little and shrugs. "Not much different from herb prep."
"I always manage to shred my fingers. I havent been on chopping for ages now." Xan chatters as she puts a tray of meatrolls into the oven.
Doji will return back to her chopping, perhaps too thorough as all those pieces are near uniform in size. "Just gotta be careful."
"I guess so." Xanthee shrugs and goes to the prep station to start on the next tray of rolls. Meat in the pastry, then just roll em up!
"What I don't like is working with ground meat." Doji shudders a little. "You know the feeling when it's stuck under your nails?"
Xanthee stops to looks at her fingers for a moment and says. "You must have gotten way worse under your nails as a Healers Apprentice."
Doji shrugs again. "Just cause I've had worse, doesn't mean I have to like it." But cutting veggies, that's nice and not gross.
"I guess that's true." Xanthee picks up the next bit of meat filling and rolls it into a log to be entombed in a sheet of flakey pastry.
With her current bunch all perfectly chopped, Doji slides them into a bowl and grabs the next orange root. "Still enjoying it? Candidacy?"
Xanthee has to think about that a moment. Finishing off the current tray of rolls, she checks the ones in the over. "It's ok. You?"
"I miss it sometimes. Healing. But it hasn't been bad." And then maybe Doji remembers a the tunnelsnake and tacks on. "Usually."
"It must be hard. I'm just doing the same things, so nothing to miss." Xanthee replies, "I'm taking a vacation after this, need some new"
"Unless you Impress," Doji's going to point out then chop chop chop some more. No vacations for weyrlings.
"Yeeeee-aaaaah" Xan stretches the word with some hesitation. "There's no guarantee. I'm weyrbred, I know how this goes." Tray out, tray in.
Doji shrugs. "There's no guarantee for anything." Chop chop chop and then slide into the bowl. She's got a rhythm down.
"Life is what you make it." Xanthee can talk in truisms too. "I don't even know if I want it." she says as almost an aside, prepping rolls.
"Honestly, I don't either," It's almost a whisper to herself than Doji meaning to say to anyone else.
Xanthee eyes Doji, her prep forgotten, "Maybe a dragonet won't chose someone uncertain. So it's one of those self-fulfilling thigamabobs."
Doji lets out a sigh, knife paused momentarily. "Maybe. And maybe a dragonet shouldn't pick someone uncertain."
"Yeah." Xanthee replies, pensive. "And it's for life. it's not like you can give it up later? And life expectancy is low during a Pass."
"Don't I know it," Doji mutters and resumes chopping with more force. Still careful of fingers, but some frustration is taken out on the roots.
"Yea, I bet." Xanthee agrees, "I'm so glad I don't remember what happened to my mom, I'm told the scoring was extensive." Another frisson.
There's a moment of silence before Doji braves the question. "Your mom was a rider?" Past tense there.
Deep breath. "Yes. Lexi of brown Iyrith. One of the first Falls of this Pass. I was a toddler." Xanthee's voice is pensive but not sad.
"Lexi… I think I remember that name," Doji will say softly. "I had to read through all the Fall injury reports before."
"Really?"A record of her mom's death? Xanthee tucks that info away and changes subjects, "Either way, it won't be long know till we know."
Doji nods solemnly. "Really. All of them." The entire pass so far for Igen. "Yep, not long now."
"Wow, that's rough." Xan comments as she once again takes up her task of forming the meatrolls for the over, which she continues in silence.