You could help, you know [Jan. Chores, OPEN]

[Shiny]

The tabletop was being furiously scrubbed with a damp towel. J'ash had been working on one patch of grime for about five minutes, and it was only half gone. His arms were getting sore with all of the pressure he had been exerting. "How do tables even get this dirty?!" J'ash exclaimed, collapsing in a fit of impending doom. All it takes is someone to knock over a pint of honey, and wham. You have a sticky mess on your hands. [/i]"That's what she said," and J'ash continued before Craivaruth could make any comments on his sense of humor, "and I'm going to be stuck here forever! This is only the first table!" He whined, golden head buried in arms. Don't worry, J'ashmine. Cleaning tables is easy. "Well if it's so easy, why don't you help me?!" Because I'm busy. [/i]

J'ash peeked under the table to see what Craivaruth was doing. The blue-green dragon was winding himself between the legs of the chairs; he was bigger now, and had to stay low to the ground just to be able to fit. "That's what you're busy with?!" The gray-eyed man exclaimed, all hope seeming to leave him. "I'm never going to finish."

Glumly, he went back to scrubbing at the grime that didn't seem to like him very much at all. It would be a long, painful process to clean the other tables he was responsible for in the feasting hall, and only hoped that another weyrling would be rushing to fulfill their chore duties last-minute, too.[/size]

[dragon]

He was awfully hungry ... and he had more spoons to return. How in the world he kept ending up with half the Weyr's sugar spoons, L'nu wished he knew. So it was that the evening found him trying to slip into the hall unnoticed with a cloth-wrapped bundle that was plainly not cloth on the inside. He saw J'ash scrubbing away, and hoped that the lad was so busy with his work he'd never notice L'nu slipping along the far wall with his package.

Paglieth was waiting outside, blithely watching the flitters and darters chasing each other through the trees, completely oblivious to the problems that his was having to figure out how to get around. Rose, thankfully, was no where around, so no one would be able to say that they knew that L'nu was here because his loud-honking Gold was screaming her head off in the area. Where, exactly, she was, he had no honest idea.

Honestly, he needed to figure out how to train her or something ... make her useful, for something other than o-dark-thirty alarm clock.

[Shiny]

Craivaruth watched L'nu intensely from his cramped position between the chair's legs. It appeared as though the boy was trying to go unnoticed by his mine. In fact, L'nu was acting rather suspicious. Yellow eyes narrowed as they analyzed the package in the boy's hands. Rather suspicious indeed. J'ash, it looks as though somebody has come to help you.[/i]

J'ash's head snapped up, and his face melted into a huge smile upon sight of his new-found friend. "L'nu!" J'ash cried, straightening. Little beads of sweat decorated his forehead, proof that he had been long at war with the stain that offended him so. "I'm so glad you're here! I thought nobody was going to come and help me, I felt so doomed! But you're here!" As if he had been cooped up for years, J'ash exploded into a chatter that rivaled Rose. "Craivaruth the mean poopie head isn't helping me. You're not a poopie head, though, L'nu, cause you volunteered to help me!" (And yes, he is nineteen turns old.)

Paglieth, I think yours might be longer than expected. Mine has drafted him to help him finish his chore. Perhaps you should come inside and help yours so he may be done faster.[/i][/b] The blue-green male was beyond amused. He waited to witness L'nu's reaction, the fruits of his evil doing.

"And you even brought your own cloth, too! How convenient!" J'ash stabbed an overenthusiastic finger at L'nu's wrapped package, which he failed to realize was more than just cloth. He grinned at L'nu, extremely happy to have him there.[/size]

[dragon]

L'nu squeaked upon being spotted, and nearly dropped his bundle right then and there, barely catching it and keeping it from falling open and spilling everywhere. For a moment he just stared at J'rash with wide eyes, barely breathing at all as J'ash practically gushed all over him. Finally, he sucked in a breath again - just in time to squeak again in horror as that poke broke what hold he had on the bundle. A corner slipped free and spoons spilled out all over the floor, crashing over his shoes.

For a moment he just stared at it in horror, before he looked at J'ash again, and blinked. Getting his wits back together fairly quickly, he stated: "I just washed those." he said, with as much bemoaning as he could muster, trying to make it sound absolutely believable.

Finally, what exactly J'ash had said caught up with his brain, and he blinked. "Poopiehead?" he asked, confused.

Paglieth fell over backward when his brother spoke to him, crashing to the floor in a flailing mess of legs, tail, and wings. Scrambling back to his feet, he looked around quickly, before turning around and trotting inside as if nothing at all had happened at all. Nothing, nope. A quick look around, and then he trotted happily over to where the two lads were standing. I can't help!

[Shiny]

A cacophony of ringing metal made J'ash wince as spoons clattered all over the floor. "Ah, sorry about that! It's a pity you have to wash them all over again. I can help you with that after you help me clean the tables!" He exclaimed, bending over to help L'nu gather the utensils. He found L'nu's explanation fishy, but it was spoons, and not any of his business. And it was spoons. Why would care?

"Yes, poopiehead," J'ash continued as he gathered the last of the stray spoons, "Craivaruth is one. He won't help, and I need to get this done as soon as possible. He just likes to see me suffer, that's what it is, I tell you-"

No, it's not.[/i]

"Yes, it is!" Throwing a hurt glare over his shoulder, the light-haired man stood once more, exhaling deeply. He made his way back to the table he was working on... the grimy stain appeared to be losing the battle. "You can help me finish off this table with that spoon rag. The pail of water is over there," he nodded towards the wall that the rickety wooden bucket was pushed up against.

The ecstatic Blue Paglieth had come charging through the doors and was standing next to the two friends, eager to help. Paglieth. The call was sharp and not quite friendly sounding. The weyrling lifted his disproportional body off the ground and trotted towards his clutchbrother, slowing down well in advance and leaving a large bubble of space between them. Are you up for pranking your mine? I was thinking we could replace his spoons with knives while he's busy. Want to help? Good.[/i] Yes, he was feeling particularly vicious today. Without waiting for a reply, he was off to a kitchen supply room not very far off.[/size]

[dragon]

To put it bluntly, L'nu was completely blown away and bowled over by his friend. There was apparently no room for a word in edgewise as J'ash simply decided that L'nu was indeed there to help, and X and Y were what L'nu was going to accomplish. Blinking meekly, L'nu merely rattled his noggin up and down in agreement. Yeah, uh huh. Sure. He could do that. He looked at the cloth he'd been carrying the spoons in, and winced. It was one of his good kerchiefs. "Uhhh ... I'll go get a different one, for that. This one is too good to rub a hole in it." He explained weakly, before backing away slowly. He stuffed it into his pocket, before looking at the spoons a moment.

They could stay there, for all he cared ... they were back in the main hall where they belonged. Someone who knew where they went would get them. So it was that he hurried away into the kitchens to get a handful of rags for the scrubbing, even as Paglieth happily bounced in the other direction, following Craivaruth. Paglieth didn't have the foggiest notion what they were going to be doing, but that was okay. Craivaruth wanted to do it, so it had to be good! And fun!

I don't want to play! Paglieth announced, happily. What are we going to be doing? Spoons aren't fun!

[Shiny]

Craivaruth snorted. Silly Paglieth. Just follow me. The kitchen wasn't too far off. They'd have to be sneaky if they were to pull off what he was planning. Yours had a suspicious pile of spoons with him, wouldn't you say?[/color] he glanced back at his clutchbrother. He was acting jumpy. I wonder what would happen if we interchanged them with something else...[/color] Maybe Paglieth would get his drift. But, Craivaruth thought, knowing Paglieth, maybe not.

They were approaching the kitchen doorway when the blue-green suddenly screeched to a halt, giving Paglieth no choice but to plow into his winged backside. L'nu's in there.[/color] Craivaruth twisted his head backwards to look at the Blue with mischievous, sly eyes. I suppose we'll have to wait until he leaves. Stay close to the wall until then. Hopefully he won't see us.

J'ash blinked as L'nu shot off towards the kitchen. In what seemed to be a split second, he was all alone. Sighing and shaking his head, he scrubbed at the tough stain a few last times before moving on to another.