Ugh [Chores] (Open)

[randi]

When they'd been assigned chores, all L'ron wanted was something that could keep his hands and mind occupied, anything. He'd burn food until it was unrecognizable in the Kitchens, but the one thing he had no wanted was Archive Duty. Of course, getting his assignment had left him with a temptation to just ignore every creature and just go do what he had to do, though, in his boredom, he had little other to do than, Faranth forbid, talk with Fortith.

Putting down the thing he'd been previously holding, the blueweyrling flexed his hand, grimacing slightly at the small pop. He hated copying, but, to be honest, it was the only thing he thought would be even mildly interesting to do. Every once in a while, he'd mumble the contents aloud, caring not the least if he happened to disturb someone else's work.

His contact with Fortith was rudimentary at its best, and so it was less of him talking than it was the dragon, who lamented constantly his state of being stuck indoors, though he did sound pleased that smaller wildlife, bugs and the like, had found themselves in the barracks more often than when it had been even the slightest bit colder out, and the occasional feel of triumph as Fortith chased a bug into a corner, watching it crawl up a wall, blowing on it so that it tumbled down, and then watching it flounder on its back before righting itself before he eventually grew bored and squished it was, at least, the slightest bit thrilling.

He picked back up what he had dropped, popping his wrist one more time before starting back to writing. He hated Archive Duty.

[midnight]

Sikowy was not part of the group assigned to the archives, but Linoth was asleep, and she wanted to spend some time in the records room looking up some Healing information. She wanted to see what Selenitas had about Mindhealing after battles. There was probably plenty of stuff on physical wounds, but what about mental ones?

She was surrounded by stacks of records and immersed in reading, and she barely noticed the other weyrling hard at work at another desk. The sound of his cracking bones did penetrate her consciousness, however, and she wrinkled her nose and looked up. "Ick! That's gross!" She exclaimed, making a face at him. Her mother had always told her that cracking bones made them stay in funny positions after a while, and even though she now knew that was false, she was still grossed out by it. Then, she realized her rudeness and gave the Blueweyrling an apologetic little smile. "Sorry--it just slipped out."

She marked her page with her finger so that she could look up at the other weyrling. "You're lucky to have this chore. I'd love to be able to spend all day in the records room," she said to make up for her other comment.

[randi]

L'ron glanced over at the greenweyrling sitting nearby at her exclamation, raising an eyebrow at her. Temptation rose within him to pop the aches out again, but decided it would be better used when his hand was hurting worse than it was. There was no sense to grossing someone out without it serving a better purpose. At her apology, he nodded, turning his eyes back to his work, scribbling away slowly, making sure whoever came in after him could read the sharding thing, even though they probably didn't deserve it. "It's fine," he assured her, trying to focus on the passage before him, only to find that it was information about watchwhers, useless things that they were.

What's it say on them? Fortith's interest suddenly became alive. When it came to other creatures, the dark blue was always curious, wanting to know everything about them, though he always especially remained focused on their weaknesses. L’ron had been hoping that Fortith would not grow bored of his current job of staying out of trouble. It had been months since the Hatching, and he could only hope that the majority of the Weyr had forgotten about the lashing hatchling by now.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as she began speaking again, once again groing cynical. Anyone who would delight in this bore of a chore had to be someone... bad. There was no way a regular human being could love something so evil. "Lucky? Hardly. I'd rather be bussing tables like a drudge in the kitchens than doing this." Realizing that she was here, reading, not out of necessity but out of choice made his head snap slightly, bringing pain to his neck. "Wait, you don't have to be here?"

[Kisha-Ra]

Redaro looked up from his duty, which happened to be tidying the archives, as whatever else he’d turned his hand to had been ruined by one or more of his firelizards. Incidents such as Insi running over the wet ink on his copied record and then all over the table, the fresh sheets of paper, and Redaro, were the despair of both the Archivist and Redaro. As for what Jinka had managed to do when Redaro was making ink...well he’d rather not think about it really. At least now was one of the rare times when all three were quiet and not present, probably because they were sleeping.

Redaro carefully transferred a stack of record waiting to be copied onto a free table and sneezed violently several times. ‘Sorry everyone.’ He sniffed and wiped his streaming eyes with a grubby handkerchief before grabbing up his duster and attacking the cause of his affliction.


Janisi jumped about a foot in the air as someone sneezed, thankfully she was proof reading recently copied records and checking them against the originals at the moment. If she’d been coping there might have been a large splatter adorning the page. As it was she could only stick at one duty or the other for an hour before she started to make mistakes. Mistakes which Storith would helpfully point out for her.

Of course her dragon couldn’t read but she could remember the shapes of letters on one page and check them on another through Janisi’s eyes. That was one thing Storith was incredibly good at and it allowed Janisi to continue, with proof reading at least, for longer than she could alone.