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Log Date:
	5/6/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Kassima, Saskia, Asrai, Kailia, Neliea, Mehlani, Krista,
Richenda, Arallia, Jayna, Asher, Ursa, Sandar, R'val, Ptodek, M'kla

	(Firelizards) Mehlani's fair, Asrai's hatchling, Arallia's hatchling,
Jubei, Twink

Log Intro:
	Thus far, Mehlani has worked harder as a Candidate than she ever has
before in her life -- and that's saying something, considering the work
habits of the daughter of F'hlan. Her industry has even caught the attention
of a young man in the Weyr who's suggested she consider 'getting into
trouble' a time or two. But neither Mehlani nor any of the rest of the 
Candidates, even those at Telgar Weyr, quite have a grasp of what kind of
work they can bring down upon their heads when a surprise inspection is 
launched upon their barracks -- especially when one of the participants of
the inspection is a Kassima under the influence of her proddy green dragon
Lysseth...

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Your location's current time: 21:09 on day 16, month 10, Turn 22, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a autumn evening.

You part the curtain and step into the Candidate Barracks.
Candidate Barracks(#258RAHJ$)
This cavern has a rather low ceiling, with many openings for air, since this 
  becomes an abode for a large number of people before every hatching. Every 
  inch of the floor is kept clean, although little of it can be seen due to 
  the many rows of cots that fill most of the space. The central part of the 
  cavern is rather dim, as most of the glows are on the walls. Little 
  decoration is evidenced except for a few personal effects. You wouldn't call 
  it uncomfortable unless the unusually low ceiling for a weyr makes you 
  claustrophobic. On the wall, scrupulously maintained, is a list of 
  Candidates and their assigned chores for the day. Tampering with it is 
  rumored to be an offense punishable by death or latrine duty for the rest of 
  one's life.
A large portal on one wall, closed by an equally large door, leads to the 
  tunnel descending to the hatching sands. Another door, covered by a curtain, 
  leads out to the Inner Cavern.
Contents:
R'val
Kailia
Kassima
Richenda
Asrai
Krista
Arallia
Neliea
Candidate Supervisor Roster
Saskia
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  

Kassima starts to sing softly under her breath, "Mine eyes have seen the 
  roasting of the dead-meat Candidates...." She tries to suppress a smile as 
  more and more Candidates fail at areas of the inspection. Those marks *will* 
  be hers. Oh, yes. They *will* be hers.

Saskia gives Kassima a look.

Asrai shrugs, giving Neliea a sympathetic look. Seeing Lani enter she shoos 
  her over to her cot. "Inspection." She says shortly.

Kailia shakes her head, "Kassi, I pity the candidate that does pass, if one 
  does. You may never forgive him or her."

Neliea pales and quickly wipes her hand clean on her trous. Oh, just let there 
  be no tunnelsnakes in there.

Mehlani comes darting in, bleary-eyed, clearly having just emerged from the 
  steam baths. She's hastily donned her clothing and is clinging to her 
  bathing shift and towels rolled into a bundle in her arms; her hat rides, as 
  per usual, on her head, but she's got her boots in one hand and is walking 
  barefoot. Several of her fire lizards are flittering around here -- what of 
  their number, that is, aren't already huddled under her cot and peering out 
  at the proceedings with wary eyes, which is doubtless what drew 'Lani in 
  here in the first place. Mehlani takes one look at everyone and everything, 
  and then shoots her gaze back to Asrai and bobs her head mutely.

Krista pulls out the drawers of her press that have a neat top layer but the 
  clothes under neath arn't quite folded, "I did my best for a five minute 
  warning."

Kailia snorts, "Should be clean all of the time, Candidate."

Richenda's gaze narrows....just _narrows_ at the arrival of the collection of 
  firelizards and bellows, "RED STAR!!!!" before nudging Krista's press with 
  her toe. "I can see. Practice folding in the laundry tomorrow 
  afternoon...AFTER regular chores. Saskia, I dread this immensely, but what 
  have you done with your things, hmm? Ready for inspection, are we?"

Krista says "That was my best excuse too."

Saskia nods to Richenda, "Yes ma'am. Indeed, ma'am." and gulps softly.

Mehlani, for a few moments, just stands there dumbly, frozen in apparent 
  nervousness; she swallows as Richenda's bellow promptly disperses each and 
  every single fire lizard that looks to her, leaving her entirely alone. She 
  swallows hard and then inches to her cot.

Kassima mutters sardonically to Kailia, "Fat chance of any of these passing. 
  The day any group of Candidates comes close to being acceptable in their 
  first inspection, I'll eat B'fus's kilt. Without ketchup, nay less." Ewwww. 
  Quixote shrieks and launches himself from her shoulder, disappearing 
  *between* at once; the tiny hatchling green follows suit within a few 
  seconds. Kassi turns her highly annoyed look on the Candidates, indubitably 
  blaming *them* for this somehow.

Thankfully, Asrai's newest hatching is basically in the coma of a stuffed 
  newborn. Asrai shakes her head as the little brown lets out a *belch* in 
  Reply to Richenda's bellow and resettles himself.

Richenda snaps her fingers at Saskia, indicating that her patience is ebbing. 
  Rennick must be waiting with a bottle of wine somewhere.

Saskia runs over to Richenda,"Here ma'am."

Arallia's newest hatchling is also in a stuffed newborn coma, thankfully and 
  Ara just clutches at her dustbunnied clothing.

Jayna eyes her fellow vi--Candidates with sympathetic trepidation.

Neliea stiffens and is grateful that her flit didn't wake up. Two squaks in 
  one day would leave her deaf.

"Open your press right now, Candidate," says Richenda with the sort of love a 
  firelizard holds for a tunnelsnake, "so I can put Mehlani out of her misery 
  and get my mortified self away from this blackened pottydump that you've 
  made of my Barracks."

Saskia nods quickly and opens her press slowly.

Asrai chuckles softly at Richenda's wording.

Saskias press is empty save for a pair of threadbare trous and tunic.

Mehlani stands there by her cot, clinging to her bundled shift and towels and 
  boots, and swallows again. Inspection. Um. Well, she'd better put her things 
  down if she's going to be asked to open her cot, shouldn't she? Her eyes 
  quite huge under her hat brim, she leans down to place her boots where they 
  need to be; her movements are stiff, as if her limbs are feeling heavier 
  than usual.

Kassima remarks idly, "Would've called it a moldering cesspit, m'self, but 
  beggars can't be aught but compost."

Richenda lets out a long, long, long, long, exasperated breath and again 
  addresses the non-Candidates accompanying her. "We have clothing and food 
  and furs for all, and yet this young lady is wearing these things. Can you 
  all believe it??? Saskia, for shame. When you're helping out Neliea in the 
  stores tomorrow, get a few items of clothing for yourself. And Kassima, 
  while I'm writing up these orders, can you all have a look at Mehlani's 
  press for me?"

Saskia blushes bright red, "Yes ma'am" and ducks her head.

Hearing the sentence, Jayna looks sympathetically at Saskia.

Asrai looks over at Lani, following Kassi to make sure the greenrider doesn't 
  eat the poor girl.

Arallia also throws a sympathetic look over at Saskia.

Saskia mumbles something about Jorenan buying her some clothes, but she got 
  Searched.

Kassima's fierce smile bares a number of teeth. "Gladly, Richenda." Pushing 
  herself away from the wall, the black-clad rider steps over to where 'Lani 
  stands, her wherry-skewer slapping against her leg. "Open the press," she 
  commands in a voice that brooks no argument. Her expression bespeaks 
  volumes: this had just *better* not be an overly-clean press.

Neliea lowers her eyes and rapidly glances in sympathy over at Saskia. At 
  least she won't be alone tomorrow.

Richenda's glare at Saskia indicates that further comment is about as welcome 
  as a cold necessary seat in the middle of winter.

Saskia swallows and falls silent.

Mehlani straightens back up again as Richenda utters her name. And she's lived 
  first at Benden Weyr, then at Telgar, long enough to know exactly what kind 
  of frame of mind Kassima is in. Not even daring to breathe, 'Lani opens up 
  her press as bidden. Revealed within are a small stack of articles of 
  clothing: a few blouses and breeches. Something in five, count 'em, five 
  different colors that might be a skirt. Two books of some kind, resting atop 
  a box at the very bottom. And, nestled atop everything else, the battered 
  old form of a stuffed toy wher.

Asrai smiles, peering inside the press. "Looks pretty good to me, Kassi."

Kassima pokes idly through the stuff, not really enough to disturb 
  anything--just enough to get a good look. "Could be piled more neatly," she 
  says brusquely, "and you're going t'bloody well have t'clean out some room 
  in here if'n you hope t'stash a robe. Is that a stain on your clothing that 
  I see, or is it a shadow?"

Asrai peer at the shirt in question, trying to make out the stain. Seeing the 
  spot Kassi ment she looks up to Lani for an explaination. At least she looks 
  like /she/ hopes its a shadow.

Not entirely certain whether Kassima means the clothes she's wearing, the 
  clothes in the press, or the bundle she's still bearing in her arms, Mehlani 
  nods uneasily at the advice given, then murmurs, "I..." She swallows. "I 
  mean... what's in there is clean, though I probably missed some of the 
  firestone d-dust on what I've got on..."

Kassima, by contrast, looks decidedly disapproving--yes, disapproving--of the 
  relatively neat state of things so far. "See that you keep it that way, 
  then," she snaps, "and keep yourself in better state. The Candidates 
  represent the Weyr just as much as any rider, Crafter, or resident, and a 
  may a messy and difficult-to-explain to one's mate disease strike anyone who 
  dares think otherwise. Now. Get down and sweep this cloth under your cot, 
  Candidate." She tosses Mehlani a handkerchief from one of her shirt-pockets. 
  It is, of course, black.

"And if everything's not clean, Mehlani, I reckon you'll have to rewash them 
  all to be sure," Richenda notes to Mehlani, "along with the rest of the 
  laundry you'll be doing tomorrow afternoon. Asher, is your press ready for 
  inspection? Well, never mind...it will be instpected."

Jayna shakes her head sadly. The black handkerchief test. She sighs 
  sympathetically.

"Yes ma'am," murmurs Mehlani tinily, though still quite audibly. She accepts 
  the kerchief, hunkers stiffly down to her knees and then crouches down low 
  enough to run the cloth beneath her cot. To Richenda, too, she adds a tiny 
  "Yes'm."

There is a hint of sympathy in Asrai's eyes, but she knows the reasons behind 
  these inspections as well as any other rider.

Kailia leans against the wall, a wide grin on her face. She's not even trying 
  to cover it now.

Asher summons the usual vacant smile for anyone who addresses him--this time 
  Richenda--and gives his dark head a shallow bob. "Of course." A smile curves 
  his mouth, even though it isn't funny in the least. He extends his hand, 
  showing the contents of his press with casual indifference. Old clothing, 
  one pair, has been tucked here without care, and a pot of oil for his 
  firelizards. And a comb.

Saskia gives Mehlani a sympathetic look, but for once the sound of her voice 
  is not heard.

Before she has even begun her defamation dissertation on the press Richenda 
  pokes Asher with her writing implement. "Excuse me, Candidate, but you said 
  Of course...did you mean, 'Of course, ma'am'? I hope you did. I'd hate to 
  think you treated me with the casual disregard that you have with this 
  disaster you call a press.

Kassima's booted foot taps the tempo of impatience against the floor. "Well?" 
  she demands, evidently irate by how long this is taking. "Out with it. Is 
  the cloth dirty, or isn't it?"

Asrai looks with mild reproff upon Kassima. By her look she obviously doesn't 
  think Kassi should be doing this inspection..not in the mind state Lysseth 
  has her in.

Another vacant half-smile. "Of course, ma'am, I don't." Asher expels a gentle 
  breath, and tries to summon up a more true-style of smile. "It is a horrid 
  mess, isn't it, ma'am?"

Kassima shoots Richenda a glance that says, clearer than words, 'I told you 
  so.' Asher gets a glare fit to boil the blood to the point where even 
  *between* couldn't cool it. It is a good thing for this one that pyrokinesis 
  is indeed impossible.

Mehlani rolls awkwardly to a crouch, then rises up again, peering anxiously at 
  the cloth. She then holds it forth, trying not to shake it or disturb 
  anything that might have come up clinging to it, and murmurs to Kassima, 
  "There isn't any light-colored dust on it..."

Kailia shakes her head at the young man.

Asrai smiles, "Not a wonder what with all your firelizards helping to keep it 
  clean with their bodies, Candidate 'Lani."

Ursa emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.
Ursa has arrived.

Richenda smirks Kassima's way as she pokes and prods at the press. "Oh, no, oh 
  no, it's not a mess. If you want to see a mess, go see the latrines nearest 
  the children's rooms and nursery tomorrow afternoon, my DEAR Candidate and 
  you will see mess. But then, that's why I want you cleaning them. 
  Understood?"

Kassima scowls blackly at this. She's out to find dirt, and by Faranth, she 
  *will* find it. "Sweep the cloth over the press, under the press, over the 
  bottom of the press and cot both, and around the floor immediately 
  surrounding your cot," she commands. "Then show me that cloth again. And, 
  pull the coverlet down on your cot so that I can see whether you've made it 
  in any remote facsimile of the proper fashion."

Kailia grins, "I'd like to verify the mess there, if I may."

Saskia gulps. She had latrine duty today.

Arallia winces when she hears Asher's punish..duty, latrine duty that is.

"Thank you, Kailia." The headwoman greets Ursa with a thin-lipped nod that 
  seems at home with her dangerously glittering eyes.

Asher seems instantly delighted with Richenda in an bizzare way. His smile 
  grows--no, he beams-- and he lifts his fingers in a sort of salute. "Of 
  course ma'am. Oh, oh. Of course."

Ursa steps in, lingering near the door. She leans against the wall, eyes 
  slowly taking in the sight and the inspection. Though she won't have any of 
  them in her wing for some turns yet, it's already her business to keep an 
  eye on them.

Asrai's lips purses slightly at Kassi's attitude.

Seeing the inspection nearing its conclusion, Jayna straightens up and looks 
  straight ahead.

Richenda's forefinger shoots out toward Asher for another poke. "Something 
  amusing you, Candidate? You find this fun? You think this is a laughing 
  matter?"

Hey, at least Kassi hasn't threatened to disembowel 'Lani if the Candidate 
  doesn't comply. Yet. This is an improvement over previous Turns.

Mehlani flicks a brief wisp of a glance at Asrai, not daring anything even 
  remotely related to a smile, not with Kassima's attention focused upon her. 
  She bobs her head to Lysseth's rider, and moves as quickly as she can manage 
  to obey her. The black cloth follows the dictated course, over and under, 
  over and around. 'Lani has to crouch again, and her movements remain ever so 
  slightly awkward for some reason, but after a few moments, she straightens 
  up to display the cloth for the green rider's inspection. Distinct 
  nervousness might be spotted along with weariness in her delicate features.

Asher tips his head at Richenda, going slightly vacant-eyed again; unfocused. 
  "Oh, no ma'am." He might have a bruise from those pokings in the morning 
  hours. "I am most certainly not laughing, ma'am."

"Good," Richenda counters in a snarl, "because I've noticed a day of stirring 
  numbweed will puncture most people's sense of humor. You'll see about that 
  tomorrow at dawn, won't you?"

Kailia shakes her head, "I might have to agree with you a bit, Kassi. He is on 
  the disrespectful side."

Jayna winces at Asher's sentence.

Kassima asks Richenda in a low tone, "Mayhaps the stakes of the bet could be 
  changed t'that chance t'kick a certain insolent rump into a manure pile, as 
  I mentioned a'fore?" Turning back to Mehlani, she regards the cloth with 
  narrowed eyes... and, at last, a smile of wicked triumph; a faint line of 
  dust does mar it, probably from way, way back in the back where no sane 
  person would think of cleaning. "I see," she says simply. "Go show that to 
  Richenda, Candidate."

Asher ahs slightly, tipping his head the other way. "See about which, ma'am? 
  The latrines, or the numbweed, in the morning?" Oh, how tiring, how 
  confusing. He looks just a little disassembled in the head at the moment. 
  Maybe he's tired.

Asrai rolls ehr eyes, but reinforces Kassi's command with a jerk of her head 
  towards Richenda.

Ursa taps her toe impatiently while she nods her head approvingly. From the 
  expression on her face, she expected about what she sees.

Richenda breathes in deeply. "Numbweed morning, latrines afternoon. And dishes 
  tomorrow night. Have you any more questions, Candidate?"

Mehlani bobs her head again, to Kassima and Asrai, and there's only one word 
  for her expression now: stricken. She then turns and steps to Richenda, 
  stumbling once, pausing uncertainly and holding up the cloth, waiting for 
  the Headwoman's attention to shift to her.

Asher ohs softly as this is clarified. "No thank you, ma'am." He tries his 
  very hardest not to be pleasent, not to smile, as this seems to offend. He 
  doesn't enjoy making people offended. He's got his eyes on that writing 
  stick, ready for another lighting jab.

"Commands shouldn't require reinforcement," Kassima notes to Asrai in a flat 
  voice; it's nearly the mildest tone she's used today. "Kailia, I couldn't 
  agree more. Which is why I want t'kick him into a muck-pile first chance I 
  get." And oh, but her smile is venemous.

Richenda becomes cognizant of Mehlani's nearness and snares the cloth from her 
  fingertips for an examination. "Not the worst I've seen, but I expect that, 
  after you and the others have swept this place clean, you'll be sure nothing 
  comes up on the cloth, won't you?" Just for good measure, as she speak, she 
  pokes Asher again.

Asrai doesn't answer Kassi, what's the use at this juncture.

Mehlani murmurs tinily, "Yes ma'am." That seems to be about all she's capable 
  of saying, at the moment.

Asher suddenly seems to notice that he's being spoken about. His head turns 
  and his back ceases to slouch, the barest of frowns marring his pale face as 
  he searches through faces. Oh, yes. The flashy one with the knives. "Ouch," 
  he mutters distractedly as he's jabbed. Than he looks to see what that was. 
  Oh, Richenda. "I meant, 'Ouch, ma'am.'" The last thing he needs is to be 
  scolded again.

Jayna sighs, fingering the sock on her pocket. She eyes a stray dustbunny that 
  floats from beneath her cot. She stompts it, efficiently but gently.

Kassima smiles the smile of the feline who has gotten the cream. Those marks 
  are in her sights even now. Her gaze wanders again towards Asher; her smile 
  turns positively poisonous for the brief moment before she turns her 
  attention elsewhere. "Looks like a complete series of failures, eh Riche?"

Richenda looks weary as she addresses the riders and Kailia, her face mottled 
  by temper or by embarassment at the barracks' state. "I'm sorry for you all 
  having to see the people for whom I am responsible in the barracks for which 
  I am responsible being so slovenly. I know that the Beastcraft's coops are 
  better-maintained than this sty. If you have advice to give me on how to 
  make certain these .... people know they're supposed to keep this place 
  clean, do tell me."

Kailia points to Sandar, "Ahhh, forgot one."

"I've had enough." And Richenda sounds as though she means it.

Sandar gulps audibly.

Ursa drawls dryly. "Kerlyn once had me do ten pushups for every stain and mark 
  she found. It took me several days to finish my total."

Asrai nods, stepping forward. "Perhaps you'll let me take over from here, 
  Richenda. A little talking to might put things in perspective for them.. If 
  that doesn't work..then more drastic measures might be taken."

Mehlani stands there near Richenda, not having dared to move from the spot, 
  and her face falls visibly at the Headwoman's words. She mutely curls the 
  cloth into her hands, and although she doesn't actually cringe, her face 
  does a grand job of relaying the impression that she's just been punched in 
  the gut.

Jayna shuffles her feet and looks humiliated. Not to mention really, really 
  worried.

Ursa snorts. "They need far more than a talking to," she says. "But if you'll 
  excuse me." She turns and leaves, her boot heels clicking on the stone floor.
Ursa heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Ursa has left.

Sandar glances back at his cot, now wishing he hadn't decided to take a nap 
  after bagging firestone this afternoon, thenturns and looks around shifty 
  eyed at the angry inspectors.

Kassima smiles again. She's good at drastic measures. "Oh, do let me talk 
  t'them if'n Asrai's spiel doesn't do any good, Headwoman. Perhaps I can 
  inspire a sense of duty in the buggers."

Richenda offers Asrai her clipboard and stick with tha air of a person who's 
  anxious to leave. To Ursa's suggestion she simply says, "Done deal. Please 
  count every stain and mark on these clothes before you let them go and mark 
  them down. I want them to know I will not be embarassed before all of Pern 
  by having ragamuffin Candidates on the sands. Excuse me, everyone. Kailia, 
  Asrai, Kassima...they're all yours. R'val, I'll trust you to keep them all 
  in line. Right? Right."

Asher folds his hands in his pockets, black head, complete with red streaks, 
  bowed slightly. But he's looking down because he doesn't want to smile. 
  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels slight sympathy for Sandar.

R'val smiles at Richenda faintly, "Do my best, ma'am."

Richenda does a stage whisper to R'val, hand on his shoulder as she passes 
  him. "Don't let any of them escape."

Neliea shifts from foot to foot and stops before any one sees her. Unfolding 
  her hands, she wipes them on her trous and blinks in worry. A brief glance 
  to Sandar and then back to the floor.

Kassima rests her hands casually on the hilt of her wherry skewer and the 
  handle of her Emasculator, relaxing a touch as she gets in contact with her 
  weapons. "Thankee, Riche. I'm certain we can... handle them."

Kailia grins, "Not a chance."

Aurian shifts nervously from foot to foot as she waits.

Asrai takes the clipboard. She turns to the others. "I think I can handle this 
  alone. I get a chance to talk to them, alone.../if/ that doesn't work..then 
  you all can have them."

Kailia
Long brown hair falls over Kailia's shoulders, the hints of red glinting in 
  the light. Hazel eyes framed with some of the longest lashes you've ever 
  seen are the most dominant feature in Kailia's face. They sparkle with hints 
  of gold and green. Soft features fill the rest of her face. She is of 
  average height, if not a bit on the tall side. She is slender, and you can 
  see hints of muscles formed by hard work.
 
 Today, Kailia wears a tunic of soft baby blue, the material somewhat sheer 
  and airy. It had different types of ribbon sewn onto the neckline, accentin 
  the V shape. The first strip is a varigated mix of green and blue, the 
  colors fading back and forth just right. The next strip is a pattern of 
  small purple flowers, with tiny green leaves. Below that, the ribbon has a 
  pattern of baby blue birds on a lavender background. The same ribbon is sewn 
  around the bottom of her tunic. The sleeves are long and tie at the wrists 
  with thin green ribbon. Underneath the sheer tunic, Kailia wears a deep 
  green tank top. Her pants are made of a deep blue wherhide, they fit closely 
  to her legs. Oh her feet, she wears a pair of scuffed brown boots, rather 
  marring the outfit, though they are polished the best they can be. On her 
  shoulder, Kailia wears the black and white knot of Telgar Weyr. She appears 
  to be around 16 turns old.
Carrying:
Lordie
Kailia's BPC

"Who died and put you in charge of us, Asrai?" Kassima asks sharply. "Or of 
  whether or nay we may address the Candidates?"

Jayna remains at attention, but her eyes follow Richenda as she leaves. She 
  watches Asrai, warily, but ready to take the punishment she deserves. Her 
  cot was, truly told, sloppy, after all.

Richenda heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Richenda has left.

Asrai sighs, not having wanted to do this. "Wingleader, you are not really in 
  the right mind to have any sort of conversation with the candidates..lest it 
  be one on what proddiness can do to one's temperment. May I /please/ talk 
  with them alone?"

Kailia looks up, "I am one of her assistants, I should be here."

Asher quirks a dark brow. He rather wishes they'd decide whether or not they 
  would be lectured by one, two, or all of the riders present. All, he hopes. 
  The riders are more diverting than sleep, in any case.

Sandar's cot was quite nicely made, in order, and all of his clothes were 
  folded - well, there were folds in them, anyways - and stashed under his 
  bed. Now, if only there weren't that big black Sandy-sized smear on the 
  pillow, and trailing underneath the covers, from this afternoon's nap. 
  Sandar closes his eyes and wishes the smear *between*, but when he opens his 
  eyes, the smear's still there... and there's a bronze firelizard tugging at 
  the sheets, rumping them up further. Sandar acks. "Jubei!" he hisses when he 
  hopes nobody's watching. "Cut that out!"

Kassima drawls out, "Methinks I can judge whether or nay I'm in m'right mind 
  better than you can. I'm certes in enough possession of m'senses t'know when 
  a group of slovenly slime-spawned 'snakes have turned the Barracks into a 
  festering cesspool. Go ahead and talk to them, but if'n you think you can 
  order me out... you'd best have a second think coming, Wingleader."

Asrai sighs, looking to Kalia. "Can you tell them exactly /why/ they need to 
  be so neat? How it ties in with being a dragon rider? I have complete 
  rrespect for your position Kailia, I just wanted to chat with them about the 
  aspects of this inspection that deal with being a rider." She looks to 
  Kassi, clearly not happy with where her simple suggestion has lead this. 
  "Kassima, might I please have a private conversation with the candidates?"

Twink has arrived.
Twink swoops down towards Kailia.

Asher looks positively delighted, and closes his dark green eyes and tries not 
  to listen. Someone save him from his own terrible sense of humour and 
  curiousity. He's going to stand here, oh yes, and behave, because if he 
  doesn't than they'll reward him by letting him go back home. And we all know 
  how droll that can be. He rather misses being poked at, though. At least 
  while he was being jabbed, he knew that something constructive was being 
  done.

Aurian glances to her own cot, its only a little bit messy really. That is if 
  you never mind the various containers of firelizard oil, numbweed, and 
  creams. The bits of green leaves, drying leaves, and crushed leaves in small 
  piles.

Kassima folds her arms, leans back against a wall, tilts her head to consider 
  for a moment, and then says, "Nay. If'n you like, though, I'll save 
  m'interruptions up until the end... since I would like t'speak with them 
  also, Asrai. I believe I have that right."

Kailia shrugs. "Well, at least let me spit this out. Candidates, what if 
  there's an emergency. Unsusal threadfall or the like. If your things are a 
  mess, how will you know where to find it? Humm? Knowing where your things 
  are and being able to find them could make a big difference."

Sandar groans quietly as Jubei starts rumpling with the sheets, perhaps 
  building a comfortable nest-like bed for himself, then snags some of Sandy's 
  shirts from below the cot, and builds a little pile. Sandar waves his hands 
  frantically at the bronze, who chirps happily at his sillypet's recognition 
  of his wise bedmaking.

Asrai shakes her head at Kassi. "I don't agree with this, Kassi. I'll find 
  some other time to talk with them." She shoves the clipboard at Kassi and 
  walks out. She doesn't look back as she leaves.
Asrai heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Asrai has left.

R'val slips out wordlessly.
R'val heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
R'val has left.

Kailia shakes her head, "Well, Kassi. And that is that."

Mehlani's fair is still nowhere to be seen. She only stands there, the black 
  cloth being twisted slightly in her dainty fingers, doing her best to pay 
  attention.

Twink has left.
Kailia smiles as Twink flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Ptodek emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.
Ptodek has arrived.
Ptodek bursts into the room, stopping to look around at the people.

M'kla emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.
M'kla has arrived.

Ptodek says "Kassima!!!"

Ptodek
Ptodek is a young boy 14 Turns, 2 months, and 10 days old, with dark mussed up 
  hair and mischievous green eyes. He wears new clothing-- the tunic a deep 
  forest green color, and trousers dyed a yellowish-bronze. The grey leather 
  belt with a dragon buckle matches the color of his boots.
Carrying:
Firestone

Aurian sidles a bit closer to her cot, trying to keep the water damaged jacket 
  out of view.

Asher lifts his red-streakd head and blinks at the noisy entrance. Oh, of 
  course, /they/ get to run about......

Kassima calls after Asrai without so much as a hint of repentance, "Your 
  decision, a'course. Everyone has a right t'be unreasonable." With a nod to 
  Kailia, she turns to the Candidates and eyes them somewhat coldly. 
  "Candidates. I'll make this as short as I can. While you are here, Standing, 
  wearing a Telgar Weyr knot, you represent the Weyr. To the Holds, to the 
  Crafts, to *everyone who comes t'see you*. *Is* that clear? The Weyr did nay 
  Search you because 'twas looking t'bloody well humiliate itself, if'n you've 
  somehow gotten that idea stuck rattling around in your heads and dying of 
  loneliness up there. We expect you t'be presentable at all times. We expect 
  you t'keep things neat and tidied, for precisely the reasons that Kailia 
  mentioned. And we *expect* that you will nay try and act with insolence 
  towards those of higher rank. That is one of many reasons why 'tis important 
  for you t'shape up, and shape up *now.*"

M'kla comes in, with Ptodek, and two others in tow. A sniffling girl who will 
  answer to Markie, and a wideeyed boy named Stamson.
M'kla's brows quirk at Kassima, and she snorts, but says nothing for now.

Ptodek blinks at the harangue, and tries again. "Kassima! It's me Ptodek! 
  Remember?"

Mehlani, like just about every other young person in view in the Barracks, 
  seems to manage only a fraction of attention for M'kla's entrance and that 
  of those with her. 'Lani's gaze remains riveted on Kassima; the girl in the 
  hat is still silent, stricken, and seemingly rooted to the spot in which she 
  stands.

Kailia pokes the young man, "Not now."

Sandar hangs his head low at the chewing out, wincing slightly at certain 
  words.

M'kla makes sure the other two are settled....and then sneaks back out while 
  Kassima has delusions of T'garrick.

Ptodek bites his lip and falls silent.

Kassima casts a disapproving look over her shoulder as her name is called. One 
  eyebrow arches upwards. "Ptodek," she says simply, the greeting not 
  precisely warm. M'kla, of course, gets a salute sharp enough to shave with. 
  "I believe that's everything. Richenda will gladly elucidate for you just 
  what will happen if'n you don't. Chores are a first-time offender's 
  punishment. You don't want t'know about the second time. D'you all 
  understand me?"

Aurian glances straight towards her toes. Toes are such wonderful things. Tips 
  of boots even better. Her hair falls over her face as she nods, "aye ma'am."

Neliea blinks and remains at attention, it's useless to do anything else right 
  now. Nodding minutely, she mumurs, "Yes ma'am."

Kailia speaks up, "And it's much worse if you muss up another so they get in 
  trouble on purpose. Don't even think about it."

Ptodek swallows and nods carefully.

Asher blinks at Kassima's lecturing, the sentences parting and flowing past 
  him without actually breaking agianst him. A sieve, he is, lately. He heard 
  though. He heard. Oh sharding curiosity. He stops himself from injecting and 
  asking what the second offense would bring. He really struggles.

Sandar nods quickly to Kassima. "Yes, ma'am," he agrees, then grimaces, hoping 
  she doesn't notice he just ma'amed her. Hearing others do the same relieves 
  him only slightly.

Kassima snaps in a less clipped, more heated tone, "And *don't* fardling well 
  call me ma'am. The name's Kassima. K-A-S-S-I-M-A. Kah-SEE-muh. Can we say 
  it? I think we can."

Ptodek smothers a grin.

Asher echoes instantly, "Kassima!" Isn't he a clever parrot?

Sandar can say it, but he wisely remains silent like he should have done in 
  the first place. A 'Lani-like grave nod is all she gets this time.

Aurian jumps a bit. Her eyes wide with startlement. She does manage not to 
  yelp however.

M'kla leans against the doorway, and watches the greenrider.

Neliea quickly looks up and nods, "Yes Kassima." She quiets and hopes that 
  it'll be safe soon, if such a thing exists.

Kassima nods curtly, and takes a deep, deeeeep breath. It's been a long and 
  pretty thoroughly horrid day, but she can still realize when even she's 
  being just a *touch* unreasonable. "Thank you," she manages, with a touch of 
  sincerity, though Asher gets a sharp look. "'Tis a personal preference of 
  mine, this nay-ma'aming thing. Anyway. Kailia, did I miss aught that I 
  should've said?"

Kailia shakes her head, "You know, I do believe I'm rather glad I'm not in you 
  all's shoes."

Sandar wishes he was in his shoes. They're currently tossed carelessly at the 
  foot of his bed.

Asher looks a little flustered. Oh well give him a funny look. He can say it, 
  can't he? He tosses his head to clear the hair from his eyes and folds his 
  hands behind his back.

Kailia looks thoughtful, "Just don't forget the extra duties tomorrow. They 
  ought to be perfect, ot Richenda may have your heads."

Ptodek gulps. Extra duties? He missed that part.

Sigourney emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.
Sigourney has arrived.

Sandar mumbles something about the inevitability of that anyways, but soon 
  clamps his mouth shut and hangs his head, perhaps because he's feeling 
  ashamed, and perhaps because he doesn't want to get any more attention than 
  he's already brought upon himself.

"Or something other than their heads," Kassi agrees, tapping the handle of her 
  Emasculator meaningfully. "I'm certain that everything will be done without 
  flaw. And *without* resorting t'cutenesses like the dyed soap I've heard 
  rumors of, unless you want t'see what Riche's like when she's annoyed. I 
  wouldn't, if'n 'twere you. All clear?"

Sigourney flitters in with a cheep, perching on the lintel.

Mehlani, once more, nods mutely to Lysseth's rider.

Sandar nods solemnly.

Aurian chews on a fingernail as she listens to the continued beratement. She 
  looks whistfully towards the cutain out.

Asher nearly passes out at the dyed-soap's mention. He's the victim, not the 
  criminal here. This time. But a saucy grin and nodding bob of the head to 
  the instructions.

Neliea nods slowly, still stainding too straight, but better than slouching. 
  Dyed-soap? She wasn't part of that, but she's a candidate. Maybe she is.

Kassima frowns at Asher as she sees him grin. That lad is just racking up more 
  and more points on Kassi's deep-defecation-list. "Fine, then. M'thanks t'you 
  and Riche, Kailia, for letting me talk to them." She even manages a nod, to 
  try and add sincerity to the words.

Kailia nods, "Our pleasure."

Sandar grimaces at the word pleasure, as though it shouldn't be said in this 
  room at this moment. However, he's looking a tad less white now that the 
  schooling is over.

Kassima whirls smartly on her heel to head out the door, with another one of 
  those crisp-as-frozen-lettuce salutes for M'kla, the lucky woman.

Ptodek blinks and looks around at the others.

Kailia nods, "Well, you all have a lovely evening cleaning up in here."

Kassima heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Kassima has left.

Sigourney trrrrrillls amusedly, then hops off her perch and flits out, a 
  flippant cheep drifting on the air behind her.
Sigourney heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Sigourney has left.

Aurian watches the whirlwind otherwise known as Kassima leave with some 
  visible relief.

Mehlani, still rooted where she'd been standing, glances unreadably at 
  Kailia... then at M'kla.

Kailia heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Kailia has left.

Sandar looks at his once somewhat crisp looking bed, now Jubei's rumpled up 
  nest, and sighs again.

Ptodek ventures a "Hello" to his new fellow-candidates. "I'm Ptodek, I came 
  from Benden."

Neliea lets out the breath that she was holding for the past few minutes. 
  Looking around slowly, she's un certain of whether or not it's safe yet.

M'kla drawls quietly, "An that is what a greenrider is like when she's 
  proddy...do ye have any questions?"

Sandar, who would ordinarily cheerfully be greeting the newcomer, simply gives 
  a simple wave. "Hey there. Welcome to Telgar," he tells the lad. He shakes 
  his head to M'kla, again quieting down as the group is addressed.

Asrai emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.
Asrai has arrived.

Asher beams out a half-formed smile. "I have one. Is it simply my bad sight, 
  or does she want to flame me?"

Ptodek raises his hand. "Can we get something to eat?" he asks timidly.

Aurian speaks up with a slight squeak, "You mean she's not always llike that?" 
  She again looks relieved.

Mehlani shakes her head mutely to Torinth's rider. She just keeps standing 
  there. And seems to be wobbling a little, at the knees.

Asrai walks in, juice glass in hand. She takes a look around, relaxing 
  slightly as she notes that M'kla is the only non-candidate present.

M'kla snorts quietly, "Kassima is usually half-mad...tonight, she was half 
  prodded, though she spoke the truth. Just more loudly and with more swagger 
  than most and usual."

Neliea weakly smiles over at Ptodek, "Hi.", she looks back to the others and 
  smiles at Asher and stays wisely quiet.

M'kla says "But...tis a good example of what a dragon's emotions can do to ye 
  when you're still young."

Asher looks disappointed. "Oh," he says, slipping his hands back into his 
  pockets silently.

Asrai smirks, it seems to be her favorite expression resently. "Well, did 
  everyone enjoy their first suprise inspection?" she nods to M'kla, "And for 
  some it never goes away."

Ptodek snickers.

M'kla chuckles, "Surprise, eh? In this heap...shards, We're lucky there 
  weren't beatings...but it's a good lesson. About half of ye will become 
  dragonriders."

Aurian rubs the back of her neck and sighs a bit, "Aye. Bunches." She nudges 
  one of her herb sacks with the toe of her boot.

M'kla says "An that means discipline...which I'm nay sure Kassima actually got 
  to. Weyrling inspections are e'en less kindly, I fear."

Ptodek straightens his shoulders, determined to be in the proper half.

Mehlani mentally orders her knees to stop wobbling; her right one steadies, 
  but there's a slight tremor in the left before she's standing entirely 
  still. Her eyes gone dark as twilight in her pale face, she shifts her gaze 
  from M'kla to Asrai, uneasily.

Asrai gives herself a shake, having the grace to look slightly embarressed at 
  the comment. "Excuse me, as I mentioned before...that was also a prime 
  example of one type of manifistation of Greenrider Proddiness. Also, there 
  is a very good reason why were are so hard on the inspections. Taking care 
  of a dragon takes up much more time and requires a lot more work then 
  anything you've been used to so far."

Asher goes down on one knee, pulling the rumpled things from his press and 
  revealing his things beneath--pristine and perfectly kept. You see---Asher 
  is a perfectionist. He looks at the dirty clothing he borrowed and begins to 
  fold them as he listens. Got to return them now.

M'kla gives Mehlani a bit of a smile, "Dan't give me that broken look, 
  lass...ye've been weyrbred...you know better, don'tcha?" At least /her/ 
  voice is kindly.

Aurian listens silently, figuring the lecture is stil continueing.

"Yes'm," murmurs Mehlani tinily. Her face, however, is still white as a sheet, 
  and she's clinging to that black cloth she'd been left with as if her life 
  depended on it.

M'kla chuckles, but looks like she has to visibly restrain herself from 
  offering Mehlani a hug...she being the child of an old friend and all that.

Asrai nods, "Also, the need for you to clean the latrines...discusting, isn't 
  it? Well, its nothing compared to weyrling droppings. They don't start to 
  deficate between for some time after they are hatched..and its done right in 
  your living area.."

M'kla chuckles, "Aye..and they're meat eaters...ye think runner turds are 
  nasty."

Asher stands again, running a hand over the blankets he'd purposefully 
  rumpled. They slip back into a smoother order now, and he stands with the 
  roll of dirty and borrowed clothing silently, listening to the riders speak.

Ptodek makes an awful face.

M'kla moves and takes a seat on some poor candidate's cot.

Asrai nods, "And the endless chores, the yes ma'ams and sirs, no ma'am and 
  sirs. You need to be able to respond to a command without thinking about how 
  it might affect your nails...or your clothes, or anything like that. As a 
  rider, one day your life could very well rest on how quickly you respond to 
  an order."

Ptodek glances down at his nice new clothes.

Aurian rocks on her heels as she listens. Her head tilting.

M'kla nods to Asrai's words.
M'kla snaps, "Aurian...at ease!"

Asher gives Asrai a look that slowly swirls from vacancy to interest. My word, 
  someone is speaking a healthy dose of common sense.

Aurian yanks herself straight.

Asrai smiles, "I just thought that some perspective might make things easier. 
  They do ask a lot of you...its true. And its not always..ok, rarely 
  pleasant. But your life, and the life of your dragon, should you impress, 
  may hinge on the lessons you don't even realise you are learning."

M'kla gestures, "Sit down, lass...before you fall."

Aurian runs a hand through her hair, then moves a couple of the various 
  containers off her cot so they don't fall when she takes a carefult seat.

Asrai points to 'Lani, "Firestone beating...builds muscles you didn't even 
  know you had. Very necessary muscles. Believe me, you don't want to have to 
  deal with the ground crew's head you bonked by dropping a firestone sack you 
  couldn't toss the required distance." she makes as if peering down and 
  wincing as the imaginary sack makes contact. she looks up, "'Woops' is not 
  an acceptable conclusion."

M'kla nods, "Better. 'At ease' means ye sit down and rest...there are times 
  thread falls so often you won't get three hours sleep between it. It takes 
  ye two candlemarks to stoke your dragon's flames...a fall can last up to six 
  hours. Two more candlemarks to clean up your dragon."

Mehlani's right knee wobbles a little, and then both of her knees wobble, as 
  Asrai's attention suddenly shifts to her. She swallows, then nods, a trifle 
  shakily.

M'kla waves a hand, "At ease...the lot of you. I'm talking now, and I'm not in 
  any mood to make ye hop."
M'kla says "Add to this, fall every fourteen candlemarks or less...and ye can 
  see, it doesn't leave you a lot of time to rest. And ye'll be more tired 
  than ye are /now/."
M'kla says "Threadfall's serious business, and we've another thirty turns of 
  it."

Asher drops, at that, back onto his cot soundlessly. No need to waste time 
  standing when you could be sitting.

Aurian tucks her hair behind her ears as she listens, her body leaning forward 
  a bit. A position she seems to be absolutely familiar with.

Mehlani gives M'kla another, shakier nod, and stumbles to her cot. Her steps 
  aren't entirely steady, and once she actually reaches her cot, she turns and 
  sinks stiffly down onto it. Her face is still quite white.

Asrai nods, agreeing full heartedly with M'kla. "Exactly. And when times get 
  tough, just remember that a dragon though tyou'd a pretty good chance of 
  seeing this through and ending up with a lifemate of your own. That makes 
  /two/ lives that you will be personally responsible for." she chuckles 
  softly at Lani, "And for Farenth's sake...find out where they keep the 
  numbweed. Ask a healer...very politely..if you can have a small jar. We 
  don't expect you not to hurt..hurting good, means the muscle building is 
  working. but we aren't aiming for cripling."

M'kla nods to Asrai's comment.

Mehlani manages another nod at the riders.

M'kla chuckles suddenly, and gestures to Asrai, "Let's let them go, 
  lass...they're half asleep."

Aurian murmurs to some of the others, "I have numbweed. i brought some with me 
  from the hall." She pulls her legs against her chest while she reamins on 
  her cot.

M'kla nods to Aurian, and stretches as she gets up.

Asrai grins, "But if you don't use it..don't blame us for all the aches and 
  pains the morning after." She looks around at M'kla's commant and chuckles 
  softly. "You're right. One last thing before I go. Teamwork does wonders for 
  chores." She then stands with her juice and joins M'kla. "After you, ma'am."

M'kla smiles to the little bluerider, and moves to leave.
M'kla heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
M'kla has left.

Asrai heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Asrai has left.

Aurian flops back on the bed. She gasps out one word, "Shards."

With the last of the riders gone from the room, Mehlani doesn't shift position 
  from where she's stiffly sat herself down, leaning at an uncomfortable 
  angle. Her eyes shudder closed, and from the look of her, she's started 
  trembling in reaction.

Aurian rolls on her side to look at Mehlani, "Well I feel like firestone was 
  broken on my head."

Mehlani can't quite manage a reply yet. She nods shakily, and after a moment 
  or two, there's two *pops* signaling the advance guard of her returning fire 
  lizards. Bronze Holl and green Rianet wheel down to her, eyes whirling 
  lightly yellow, and Rianet croons softly as the pair of them land with the 
  girl.

Aurian opens up one of the ceramic pots she has and rubs the numbweed into her 
  hands. She blinks still a bit dazed.

Weakly, 'Lani looks up and smiles wanly at the pair of fire lizards trying to 
  climb into her lap. She reaches to stroke Holl with a heavy hand, then 
  confides hoarsely to Aurian, "I... usually hide, when Kassima is proddy...!"

Aurian coughs, "Ummm there was no where to hide today."

Mehlani nods again, a bit less shakily this time, as Rianet insistently 
  nuzzles at her other arm.

Aurian murmurs breathlessly, "Want some numbweed?"

Mehlani mumbles, "I think I'd need a whole lot..." Over her soft words, Holl 
  creels.

Aurian gets up from her cot relatively reluctantly and places her entire pot 
  on the edge of your cot, "Take it I can get more."

Mehlani blinkblinks a few times, blue eyes turned positively dewy. "Thank 
  you," she breathes. "Journeyman Vannis... in the Infirmary.... he's very 
  nice... he'd have more..."

Aurian nods to Mehlani, "I'll volunteer to help him make it, and spend a 
  couple hours in there daily, I'll get plenty for the candidates." She smiles 
  a touch and then starts folding up the bundles of herbs back at her cot.

The bronze and the green fire lizard both chirple in apparently pleased tones 
  at Aurian; then, still smiling a little, Mehlani bobs her head to the other 
  girl. And, stiffly, she moves to undress herself, at least partially. The 
  battered brown hat that 'Lani seems to remove only for sleeping comes off, 
  as does her shirt, leaving only a halter beneath. She leans over awkwardly 
  to get her first few fingerfuls of numbweed, and the moment she smears some 
  on one shoulder, she inhales sharply, tears springing up in her eyes in 
  sheer relief.

Aurian tilts her head at Mehlani's as she finishes putting away the herb 
  pouches, "Firestone can be a real hard duty, I'm going to get something to 
  drink from the cavern..." She watches with some concern, "You want me to 
  bring you something?"

Mehlani keeps slowly smearing the stuff across her shoulders, and as Aurian 
  speaks up, she pauses, trying to catch her breath. It's obvious that this 
  wisp of a lass is experiencing, for the first time, exactly what it feels 
  like to have every muscle in her shoulders and back be on fire, and then to 
  suddenly stop, with blessed, blessed peace. "If... if you want," she 
  whispers.

Aurian smiles sympathetically at her, "Klah, juice, redfruit, meatrolls, 
  something for your firelizards?" She felt the same not too long ago.

"Juice," murmurs 'Lani. She is, even when smearing numbweed on her dainty 
  frame, a girl of few words. Her eyes are full of gratitude, nevertheless.

With a slight nod, Aurian pivots, "I'll be right back." She strides out.
Aurian heads through the entrance to the inner cavern.
Aurian has left.

[And shortly...]

Aurian emerges from behind the curtain across the entrance.
Aurian has arrived.
Aurian enters carrying a pair of mugs and a carefully balanced plate.

Mehlani's position on her cot has altered, and so has the number of her fire 
  lizards present. The blues and her brown have returned, and two more greens 
  are perched on her press. 'Lani herself has managed to straighten into 
  something resembling a vertical position, smearing the last of the numbweed 
  along her biceps, and sitting there trying to decide if she should let 
  herself flop over now.

Carefully dodging some of the busily cleaning candidates, Aurian returns to 
  offer Mehlani her mug of juice, "Here.."

"Thank you," Mehlani whispers. She seems more capable of moving her arms now, 
  perhaps because she can no longer feel them. Wrapping her hands around the 
  mug, she begins taking cautious sips.

Aurian lifts a napkin from the plate, "I snatched these," The napkin is lifted 
  away to reveal two freshly baked berry bubblies. She grins wickedly, "I 
  figure we deserve them.."

Mehlani blinks. Then manages a large, if lopsided and tremulous, smile. Three 
  fire lizard heads whirl in Aurian's direction, as the presence of potential 
  snacks is noted by 'Lani's fair.

Aurian chuckles and sips at her juice, "Your welcome." She breaks off a piece 
  of one of the pies, "I'll take the mess back to the kitchen so we won't 
  leave them here to attract tunnelsnakes."

Mehlani shudders, and two or three of her fire lizards hiss softly. But she 
  also accepts a bit of pie, breaking off tiny morsels for her flocking fair 
  to nibble out of her fingers.

Aurian licks some of the sticky fruit juices off her fingers. She hmmms
Aurian cleans up the mess around her cot. She then starts helping some of the 
  others.

Mehlani, eventually, gets her part of the pie distributed amongst her fair... 
  making sure she doesn't leave crumbs, and nor do her winged ones. She does 
  what she can to aid some of the stricken younger Candidates in settling down 
  for the night -- one or two aghast whispers of 'Are ALL green riders like 
  that when they're proddy?!' can be heard -- before she finally crawls into 
  her cot to collapse herself.

[End log.]