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The Archives
The walls and ceiling of this large, windowless room have been fitted with wooden paneling and flooring to cover cold stone. Kept polished, the dark finish gleams, and the thick tapestry on the floor muffles footsteps and further insulates from unwanted noise. Those wooden panels are set with tall shelves that contain ledgers and tomes, maps and diagrams from the first founding of Xanadu to the present. The shelves encroach and fill the room, and one can find - arranged by topic - the records of domestic Weyr management, wing statistics, weyrling management, diplomatic efforts, weather reports, events and vital statistics all dating back over one hundred and fifty turns.
Though kept scrupulously clean and in glass-fronted cabinets, it's impossible for the older tomes not to have gathered some dust and mold over time, so the scent upon entering is of antiquity - musty, earthy and rich. Electricity provides ample lighting with which to see, tuned by spectrum to minimize fading of the pages. A large wooden table sits in the center of the room with several seats arranged around it. Placed on the polished top is a stack of paper, a container of writing instruments, a large magnifying glass and basket of emergency glows.
In one shadowy corner, there's a service access - almost invisible behind the panel that forms the door but given away by the brass key hole set at waist high in the wood. As it is kept locked, one would need a very good reason for wanting admittance and seek the appropriate person having the key to unlock it - the steward, the headwoman or one of the weyrleaders.


Into the empty (or at least, seemingly empty for now) archives, a smallish green firelizard appears from Between. It swoops about the place, performing a cursory recon before disappearing again. A few minutes later, much larger but perhaps less eye-catching, a certain herder finds his way inside. There's a certain sneakiness to the way Teinon steps tentatively inside, then looks over his shoulder to see if anyone noticed him go in. The look of someone who is up to no good. Or at least… up to something he thinks he shouldn't be! He mustn't see anyone present when he glances around the room, because he proceeds across the tapestry-muffled floor to the table at the center of the room. First, he raids the basket of writing implements, until he finds at least two nice fresh pencils, already sharpened. He tucks this away into his belt, and then raids the stack of paper. He doesn't take too much… Maybe five sheets. But he takes the time to fold them individually and tuck them into an interior pocket of his tunic.

Mostly deserted seem perfectly fine for Rhodelia as the bartender tip toes gingerly into the archives, occasionally glancing over one shoulder or the other as if any second an angry Harper might come swooping out to chase her away. She probably shouldn't be worried about archiviests as the journeyman working over at the circulation desk looks like he's about to doze off. Eventually, she gives one last look over her shoulder before straightening up and turning around… right into one of those stacks of paper. "Noooo!" It's not a yell, promise. Just a really shocked whisper of horror as hands reach out to try and catch some of the paper fluttering down of a stack.

Teinon jumps and looks up, eyes round. The paper in his own hands mysteriously disappeared. Paper? What paper? He never saw any paper… An exaggerated grimace of sympathy twists his expression at the sight of paper fluttering everywhere. He could have fled and left her to her fate (whatever one might imagine that to be), but instead he jumps forward to help her catch the papers and gather them back up where they belong. He sends a slightly nervous glance toward the journeyman, then just focuses on helping get the papers stacked neatly again.

Death by a thousand paper cuts or something equally traumatic, judging by how red Rhodelia is turning as she crouches down and dives after one of those sheets that seems to have found that ONE ever present and yet unexplained draft. The chase only leads her so far until her jump is nearing his jump and so she awkwardly tries to reach out for the same piece and then withdraw her hand back. "Sorry." And for that journeyman? He just yawns and flips a page in whatever he's pretending to read.

Teinon manages to dismiss the journeyman with some difficulty, and winces again at the apology. With the paper properly captured, he offers it back to Rhodelia with an apologetic grin. With his free hand, he makes a gesture: a fist, turned toward his chest and then moved to trace a circle there.

"Whaaat?" Rhodelia blinks at the gesture. There are some hand gestures that need know explanation. One moment! Or Shush! or Another round here! are all things she understands but circle over chest is a bit more complex than what she's familiar with. She does take the sheet of paper and slip it back onto the stack and then give a glance over to the not so supervising eyes of the journeyman before back to the herder. "You know, just cause you're supposed to be quiet doesn't mean you can't talk. Just… quietly." She whispers.

Teinon winces a little at Rhodelia and gives a self-conscious little smile. He shrugs and starts to turn away… Then stops. He hesitates there for a second, thinking hard about something. Finally, he swipes a hand over his face, wearily, and instead turns to the stack of blank paper. He pulls one off the top, grabs a writing utensil from the basket, and then scribbles something there. He glances toward the journeyman now and then as he does that, but since the fellow hasn't scolded them yet, he's betting on terminal lack of interest. When he's finished writing, Tei passes the note to Rhodelia: "Not being polite. I really can't talk."

Rhodelia turns to try and make sure that the paper stack isn't about to suddenly lose all structural stability. Probably more attention that needed really, but when Teinon grabs the sheet from the top, curiosity has her peering over towards the scribbles. It's a lot easier to read once the note was handed over than trying to read over someone's shoulder. She blinks after reading it. "Ooooh. I lost my voice once. You should go to the healers. They got this tea… it actually tastes good! Unlike most of their medicine." She winces a bit at the memory of some of those more noxious concoctions that pass as medicine.

Teinon smiles a little at that suggestion, but it lacks any real force. He waves off the suggestion, and reluctantly goes back to the paper. Another note scribbled as quickly as possible, and he passes it to her with an apologetic shrug. "Not like that. It's forever. Sorry."

Considering how much time she spends around people, most would think that Rhodelia could pick up on when someone is just being polite, but she just smiles right on back. The next note is also read and she gives a wince. "Ohhh, sorry. Maybe the techcrafters can make you a voice?" He could totally sound like a robot, right?

Teinon blinks rapidly. Maybe that hasn't occurred to him. He's cautiously interested in the idea, but waves Rhodelia to sit down at a chair so they can sit at the table and not keep crouching over to write notes. Scribble scribble. He shoves the note back at Rhodelia, then watches with keen interest to see her answer. "How would they do that?"

Rhodelia did really have a reason for coming in here, but she'll be waved to a seat anyways. There's a spare pencil on the table left that she'll pick up and twiddle while waiting for the paper to be passed. Once read she shrugs. "I don't know. With wires? And electricity!" The last was said a little loud and she winces, looking over her should again but nah, they're good.

Teinon blinks rapidly, startled. Then he bursts into the oddest silent laugh. It certainly has the broad smile of a laugh, but there's no noise, really. Maybe a kind of hiss-sigh of exhales. Almost a wheeze. He takes a moment to scribble a sloppy note down for her, then stops to wipe at his eyes. "I don't think it works that way."

Rhodelia gives a grin at the silent laugh. Or what she assumes is a silent laugh. Once he passes another note over, she reads it. She could definitely respond with words, but there's a trend going here! She quits twiddling with the pencil and jots down her own addition of two words. "Why not?"

Teinon shoots Rhodelia an odd little grin, a foreshadowing of a quirky sense of humor. He pulls the note over and makes a little drawing this time, instead. It involves a poor little stick figure with x's for eyes. It has wires coming out of its neck and a circle for a mouth. Lightning bolts are coming out of its head, and to cap it off, he draws an arrow and labels it 'Teinon.' Then he grins and passes it back to her.

Rhodelia snickers as the drawing is passed over. Time for more additions. It doesn't take more than a few seconds to make the rough shape of a tombstone with the letters "R.I.P." and a few little flowers. Another line or two are fairly jagged and might be an aborted attempt at a person, but they're quickly scribbled out. "I'm Rhodelia."

Teinon smiles brightly and offers her a hand to shake in greeting. If she takes it, he'll give it a gentle squeeze, though his hands are rough from working with the herds. He pulls the paper over for another quick note: "Glad to meet you. You're fun." He glances over to the journeyman, then, and winks at Rhodelia. Another note: "I'm pushing my luck here. Should probably sneak out."

"Same," Rhodelia responds to either one or the other of the notes with a wink. And just like that, she's taken the previously abandoned pencil and trying out some exagerated ninja moves as she sneaks behind one row of bookshelves and the next. Eventually she'll either find what she's looking for or get bored and give up. Or you know, have to go back to real work at some point.

Teinon watches Rhodelia go with a little crooked grin. He shakes his head at those shenanigans, but he's not about to give her away by drawing attention toward her. Instead, he waits until she's safely hidden in the stacks, before climbing quietly to his feet and slinking out. Still with his paper and pencil prize hidden on his person.


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