Xanadu Weyr - Candidate Barracks
A long, low ceiling room opens off the entrance hall to the arena, one wall slightly curved as it is set against the outer wall of the arena itself. Cots are set evenly the length of the room, in two rows, each with its own small press at the foot, for personal belongings. Wide windows are spaced along the outside wall, letting sunlight in, while other lights are available for the night time hours.
It is early in the morning before the wake up bells and Briana is sitting crosslegged on her cot in the corner. The mocca skinned teenager has mostly kept to herself during the class and may well be noticed by now not to be sleeping much. She is currently writing in what looks like a journal, a thoughtful look upon her features. Perched upon her shoulder, her little head peaking through the veil of hair is a little green firelizard.
Despite the early hour, Kaede is just now slipping back into the barracks, curly hair hanging damply around her ears, face looking freshly scrubbed and still pink. Tiptoeing, she's sneaking across the barracks to her cot, settling herself down on her cot, and reaching for her assigned craft reading. As she's straightening back up, she catches sight of Briana in the corner, blinking at her for a moment, biting her lip as she watches her write.
It is a chirp from the Green on her shoulder that causes Briana to raise her head. The teen offers a shy smile to the other candidate, biting her lower lip for a moment before lowering her gaze and setting pen to paper once more. There is not really a snobbishness to her, but perhaps more an uncertainty of belonging. Darker circles stand out around her eyes even on her mocca skin. As she looks up again she notes the look on the girl's face and glances to the door and back again, "I ain't gonna tell.." She says in a low voice.
Kaede hurriedly drops her gaze as the green chirrups and she's caught mid stare, hurriedly busying herself with flipping through the heavy book as its settled in her lap as she sits cross legged, trying to look as if she's reading. However, tiny glances are stolen now and again at Briana, before the other girl speaks and Kaede offers a shy smile with a little nod. "Thanks.." She offers finally, letting her gaze linger this time without embarrassment.
Even in the early hours, Olarya comes striding in, her hair a complete disarray but it tends to happen when you're running errands quite literally. She goes directly to her cot, still unpacked yet kept neat since her sudden arrival and she begins to undo the braids in her hair to make it something more… visibly appealing. She sighs, glancing around the room to see if Silion is around but he isn't, so she tends to herself.
As another candidate comes in at this early hour, Briana can't help but smile over to Kaede then glancing to the other cots before looking up to Olarya, "Hey…" She says in a low voice as she watches the girl curiously over the edge of her book. "Um…I am Briana..you both new to the barracks?" She asks as she glances between them. Between chores, touches, and crafts she has not exactly met everyone properly.
"Kaede…" The harper girl offers after a moment, glancing down at her book before its set gently to the side and she's slipping off her cot and tiptoeing towards Briana's, settling herself lightly on the edge of the other girl's cot, to avoid waking up any of the other candidates who are still snoozing away until the moment that they *have* to get up. "Been here a while, but.. with craft duties, and all." She shrugs, offering that as an explanation even as she peeks over at Olarya as she works on her hair.
Olarya pauses from reconstructing her runner tail and she glances over to Briana with the little strip of leather hanging out of the corner of her mouth. She smiles the best she can and slowly nods her head before taking up the strip and finishing the job. "Yeah, just came in late last night and before I've gone to bed, already had to run things around. Would be lost if I didn't have family here." And her temper isn't something to provoke when she's lost. "I'm Olarya."
"Well its…nice to meet ya. Where you both from?" Briana says working up her nerve to start a conversation with the pair, folding her book closed in her lap as Kaede joins her on the edge of her cot. Girls of similar ages at least. "Yeah, I am glad they let us keep up with those, I only just got in Bakercraft before I was searched." She says before looking over to Olarya, "Yeah, getting lost occasionally. I lived here when I was much younger, but the memories of a three year old are not the best to rely on when finding the way around."
"Grew up at Fort, mostly. Between the Weyr and the hold, depending on my parents." Kaede offers after a moment of consideration. Pulling her feet up beneath her, one hand settles on her own ankle, dropping her gaze for a moment before she listens to the their mention of finding their way around. "Was posted here a few months, though, before I was Searched." She finally tacks on in a way that makes it seem that at least *she* knows perfectly well where things are around the Weyr.
"I have some siblings here so I visit them often whenever my father comes down. We're from Ierne Weyrhold, currently. I did start out at Fort, then Eastern before Ierne." As soon as her fingertips finish tying off that little strip of leather, Olarya tilts her head from side to side to let the little stray golden curls fall out from her eyes so she can see properly. Quietly, she glances around before she begins to make her cot and belongings a little more organized. As soon as she moves her blanket, the little bundle of bronze lifts his sleepy little head and regards her with a chirrip before burrowing back under to sleep some more. "Silly lizard."
"My sorta Uncle lives here, so visited a time or two recently, but …well not enough to know my way fully around but slowly getting there with the chores they give us." Briana says in a half smile, slowly relaxing during the conversation with the others. She listens as they speak of their various homes and gives a little nod, "We moved around alot as well, only other weyr I stayed at though was Ista." She says lowering her gaze to her journal for a moment and raising a hand up to her flitter to give it a little scritch.
"Was it… weird? Always moving around from place to place?" Kaede asks, looking from one fellow candidate to the other questioningly, fingers absently twisting in one damp curl as it falls next to her face. "I mean… I guess… what's 'home'?" Eyes glint, curious, as she waits for their answer, smiling a little shyly to each as she does so.
"Home is where your heart is and for me it's where my family is. They're in Ierne and here in Xanadu so it's not too bad moving about." Olarya grins as she finishes making her cot into something more presentable. Her extra boots are lined under her cot and her belongings are tucked away neatly into a little trunk for safe keeping. Cunning, on the other hand, is deposited into a boot, just to be on the safe side. He'd keep her brother from placing unfavorable things in there in the past, so the little bronze is content to sleep inside.
Briana, Kaede and Olarya are having a quiet discussion on the girl's side of the dorm in this early morning before the wake up call is sounded. Briana and Kaede are sitting on Bri's cot and Olarya is fixing hers up. At the question from Kaede she gives a little shrug, "It was just the way of things, I suppose I just never really knew much different. I was planning to settle at Ista though before I got searched, if I don't impress, reckon I will go back. My boyfriend is there and I got some friends there."
"But, before that.. I mean.." And Kaede starts to counter Olayra's point about it only being a few places, before she shrugs a little and seems to give up the argument. Briana's mention of Ista, and a boyfriend seems to draw the Harper's interest however, as she turns to look at the darker skinned teen. "What's he like?" She asks - about the boyfriend of course - nosy for gossip.
Boyfriend? Well, she's never had that uh, part, of a girls life. She's spent most of her time taking care of the house hold and her siblings… Olarya tilts her head to listen curiously, though, eyes blinking brightly with the occassional dart around the room. Still, she wonders if there's anyone else she might know here in the barracks. As the day progresses, she'll find out soon enough.
Briana's mocca skin darkens as Kaede prods about her boyfriend, "He is a handyman at Ista and really nice. When I first showed up at Ista he helped me settle in and took care of me when he didn't have to." She says as she lowers her gaze to hide her blush as she speaks of her young love. "I miss him, but he said he will wait for me and will come to the hatching. He has visited once so far.." She smiles a bit half to herself and gives a little shrug, "He's really nice."
There is a fairly decent amount of snoring going on from Aqueepoli's bed. He's not an early to bed, early to rise type. Instead, enjoying sleeping till the afternoon and being waited on hand and foot by beautiful women. Alas, wake up call and sleeping in a barracks with quite a number of other individuals makes sleeping in hard. "Mrrrfffgraaah." It's a mutter, or a snore. A snoutter. He's now rolling about, an unhappy look on his once peaceful, manly but beautiful man. "MMMRRRFFFFG! GAH! DAH!" Eyes snap open and Pol is flinging his upper body into a sitting position, arms flailing and incoherent words flying free from his mouth. Pillows and blankets go spilling to the floor. It takes a few moments for total awakeness to sink in. But it happens. Aqueepoli sits motionless, just listening in on the conversations around him. An eyebrow goes up and he's turning a head to stare at a quietly speaking gaggle of girls. With only his sleeping shorts on, he rolls towards the lady and strikes what he'd like to think is a sexyman post. "Goooood morning, ladies." Cue the eyebrow waggle. "Are you three a vision for sleep-deprived eyes."
"Aww.." Kaede offers in that young teenager way, sighing wistfully as Briana talks about the boyfriend left behind at Ista Weyr. "Maybe he'll get Searched, and then you can go through it together.." She comments softly. And then, whatever else she's going to say is cut off by Pol's epic awakening, Kaede's eyes darting hurriedly to the manlyman, before she's dissolving into giggles again, and shaking her head. "Pol!" She protests as loud as she dares, lest she wake the remainder of the sleeping candidates who will be awoken soon enough. "I don't know.. are we?" She asks, taking his words as a question.
Iessrien probably wasn't any earlier a riser than Pol, but his cot lies empty, blanket tossed lazily over it without having been bothered to straighten out the wrinkles. And at the foot of his bed, the clothes press is covered in a small pile of random jars and one or two fabric scraps that might stink just slightly of numbweed. The holder boy himself appears at the entry to the barracks, quite shirtless, but with a pair of sweatpants instead of shorts, a towel draped unceremoniously over his shoulders. He's just in time to catch the spectacle of Aqueepoli's waking, and eyebrows arch up toward his hairline in obvious amusement, lips twitching on one side in a barely-restrained grin. The three girls across the way are given a cursory glance, Iess wandering over to his own cot and chuckling a wry, "Chasing tail straight out bed? Now that's dedication, man," to Pol, though despite someone's talk of a boyfriend, the girls are given another, more appraising look.
All Olarya can do is sit there and ponder in silence, what it could be like to fall in love with someone but she never gave herself the opportunity to open up throughout the turns. She sighs, offering a crooked smile as she glances down at her boot. Looks like the only other male in her life she covets is her little bronze flit. He's always been there when she needed him and sometimes… when she didn't. That's how males are in any case. Except for a certain bluerider she wants to see vanish but that's a story for another day. Aqueepoli on the other hand is only given a rather large quirk of a brow and a look of confusion. "Mornin," is all she offers to the other candidate. Are all guys like this? Iessrien is given a look as well and she just shakes her head. "Special." Not in a mean way, though, she does manage a little giggle at the two.
"Maybe…" Briana says hopefully to the other teen's words about her boyfriends, then she hears the resounding echo of snores and the awaking of Pol brings a giggle to her lips as well and she brings her book up to hide her face for a moment, "Goodness…" She murmurs before dropping the book from her face and sliding it under her pillow, "Suppose I should get a bath before chores begin for the day." She says and finally rises from her cot, looking perhaps a bit more relaxed then she has for a few days. "Nice meeting you two." She says before looking up to the Arriving Iessrien, "The water warm?" It seems bare chests are not quite effective on the girl.
Kaede gets a long, looong look. The cogs within the confines of Aqueepoli's mind turning a bit slower than normal. His mind obviously still fuzzy. One plus one equals two, and suddenly the lad is nodding his head. "Why YES. Yes you all are." Leaning forward, he rests his head on his hands, his elbows on his cot. Each girl is looked at dreamily (but manly). "I'd almost say I was still in the middle of the dream, what with how hot you three are." Romantic words really aren't his specialty. "Y'all be smokin'." An appreciative wolf whistle is given out, along with a 'hubba hubba' thrown in for good measure. His current position on the bed doesn't last long, as Pol is adjusting and now stretching. Arms going up over his head as a rather large yawn is forced out. So bodily scratching goes down, it's better not to ask where. "S'what is it that y'all are talking 'bout? Some hot studs you left back at home? Cuz I'll have you know, there are some studly men around here." Both thumbs come up and jab into his own chest. Iessrien gets a nod of good morning, "Ya know how it is, bro. I've got a reputation to uphold. The Pol cannot be contained."
The harper candidate did not have a restful slumber, so when people start making a racket, the blond rises from crypt, er, cot and glares at every single person who is talking. Foremost, Aqueepoli. Without a single word otherwise, Pyriel grabs his pillow and chucks it full force across the space between him and the tallest of the holder boys and fwaps him in the face. "The Pol must be contained. Too early for this shit man." he grumbles, clearly not awake. He rubs his hands over his face, trying to force himself to some state of alertness just on irritability alone. Not that he was particularly a morning person anyway, but this morning, he was setting a whole new record for 'I will so eat your face'. The keen observer would see that Py's earlobes weren't holey anymore. In fact, seems that last night he'd gone and had them repaired. Now a few black stitches grace where the gauged openings once were. Which might explain why the boy was both miserable and ticked.
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"Briana, maybe. Not me.." Kaede counters to Pol with a smile, nodding at Briana as the girl mentions going to bath, slipping off her fellow candidate's cot to stretch, pushing her damp curls back out of her face before she's glancing at the now awakening boys, and ducking the pillow that flies past her from Py's direction with a little giggle. "You be dreaming." Kaede counters to Pol, nodding at Iess before she's moving to settle on the grumpy, sleepy Py's got instead - clearly no reading will get done this morning before chores.
Well now, there's a special little ray of sunshine and flowers, and shards, maybe even sparkles. Olarya winces at the sudden attack via pillow and she giggles once more, glancing in Pyriel's direction with a mischevious smile. Perhaps she'll get along nicely with this one, too. She glances down at her things once more, smoothing out a wrinkle in her blanket there and adjusting a boot here until she's confident it's good enough. As soon as she was searched, her father went through every little detail he could think of and crammed it into her while she was packing. Whether or not she retained much beyond appearance is anyone's guess. "I guess so!" What does it take to 'contain the Pol?'
Iessrien's eyes flick to each girl in turn while he settles on the edge of his cot, nodding a briefly thin-smiled, "Hi," to them and then shrugging off that towel and tossing it over the items on his clothes press. Only to reveal some rather.. nasty bruises all across his shoulders and partway down his back, one particularly dark one right between the shoulder blades and a little to the left. Seems the runner fall a few days ago has left substantial marks. It's all deep purple and blue, and not more than a little stiff apparently, as there's still something of a wince when the boy leans forward to rummage for a jar. Another nod is for Briana, about the water, Iess replying as he works off the contianer's lid, "Warm enough," pausing to shove damp hair back, away from his forehead, "Might want to avoid the ones by the entrance. Looked like some old lady was pouring some oily crap in it as I was heading out. Smells worse than this stuff," indicating the numbweed jar in his hands. Warning thus given, he turns his attention to his bro, slight smirk for the Pol-pun, "You've got a reputation alright." There's more of a smirk when Aquee gets face-bapped by a pillow, though as his gaze flicks toward Py, Iess pauses to peer, eyebrows descending and drawing together. It's distracted only by Kaede heading over to the other boy, followed by a sudden eyeroll, Iess turning his attention back to the jar.
Of course, since Aqueepoli has his entire being focused on the ladies, he doesn't notice Pyriel waking up or the demon pillow heading towards his face. Upon impact, the candidate is thrown off balance with both the force and the sheer surprise. Attacked by his own bro, no less! His body flails a moment and soon he's staring up at the ceiling from his prone position on the floor, legs still up on the cot, though bare back resting fully on the cold surface. "GAH! /COLD/!" There's a possibility his voice takes on a higher, squeakier note as he freaks out and scrambles back onto his bed. "That was mega /harsh/, dude. Attacking me when my attention is on girls. You're supposed to be my wingman." Though it's all said in jest, seeing as how he's grinning like a crazy person. "If'n this is a dream," Pol declares, getting up to his feet. "Than it's the best damned dream ever!" Though with Briana leaving, he does knock a level of happy off his face. Less girls is always a reason for sorrow. Lazily walking over towards Iessrien, Pol can't help but notice the coloration of his friend's skin. "That looks like it hurts." A finger is raised and said bruise is JABBED. "So does it? Huh? HUH!?"
"Uuuuuugggghhhhh." Pyriel groans against his own hands, suddenly very much wanting his pillow back. That way he could suffocate himself with it. Or something. He blankly stares at Kaede as she wanders over from Briana's cot to his and blinks at her several times. Blurry-eyed, he considers using his fellow harper as a replacement pillow but, he remembers Thea's warning last night and this just conjures up another round of discontent. He mutters something low to Kaede though, the two blonds apparently with some secret conspiracy that that can not be shared with the rest of the class. He shakes his head after he finishes and then sits up straight, stretching his arms upwards, careful of his ears. They look a bit red around the stitches. Py is wearing his sleeping pants, but nothing else from the looks of it. A typical morning, other than nunchucking pillows across the room like a ninja star. Resisting the urge to convert Kaede into a full body pillow, the boy leers over at Olarya. "Dun know you." Nope, he doesn't and so he moves on to Iessrien. He winces at the bruises, but in a way that shows no surprise. Seems he knows how they got onto the guy's back. "Oh dude, that sucks." he comments, but then his attention shoots shortly there after to Pol. Not paying much attention to the guy when he fusses about being hit with the harper's pillow, but when he goes over there to poke at Iessrien's bruises. "What the…what the shell is wrong with ya?" he asks, Aqueepoli. He glares at him, and his brows furrow and knit. He's already half up and looking for a reason to mash up Pol's face or something, cause there was a fire building. "How about I give ya a nice nasty bruise, have the others hold ya down and then we can all poke it till ya cry." Grrr. Hisss. Gunnaseriouslymameyoass. "Cut it out." Seems Aqueepoli was on his shit list. He gets up after that, kicking open his press and grabbing some things, muttering in a cutthroat growl. A bottle of redwort is plucked up, and he kicks the thing closed. More grumbling, and he stomps out of the room. Apparently, considering the towel, he was off to bathe.
With her back to Iess, Kaede misses that look at least, and the initial view of his bruises as they are revealed, shaking her head at Pol as he mutters, brows furrowing. "What?" She says a bit loudly, before she's clearing her throat and shaking her, muttering something in return. Something that is cut off as soon as she hears the yelp from Pol, snorting a little as he freaks out, and then quieting as the boy goes on to harass Iess. "Hey!" She protests again, her own protest then halted though, as she moves to step between Py and Pol, until her fellow harper is slipping out with a towel, and Kaede is left to sprawl on her own cot.
Iessrien finally gets the top off the jar, setting it aside on the blanket, and reaching slowly over to tug a rag from atop the clothes press, nose wrinkling slightly at the smell. Pol's misfortune does earn a returning smirk, amusement flickering behind his eyes even if he manages not to outright laugh at his friend. Another glance is flicked back at Kaede and Py, "Shells man," muttered conversationally, "you wake up looking like you had a run-in with some crazed weaver, and you /still/ have the girls all over you," not quite true, but there's a vague edge to his otherwise light tone. That smirk is totally wiped away, though, by the Pol-pokeage. The jab earns a rather startled /hiss/ from the holder boy, sharply sucking in his breath and immediately flinching forward, causing him to nearly drop the jar, a great dollop of numbweed splatting out and onto his blanket. "/Shit/ man!" one arm swings around aiming to whap at Pol, though there's an obvious wince acompanying the quick movement, "The shells is wrong with you," practically echoing Py through gritted teeth. He stops to.. stare at the harper though, totally blank look on his face, "..The eff?" Yeah, he sounds more confused than grateful, there, a sidelong look then sent Aquee's way. "..Yeah," is answered after a second, jaw clenched, "hurts like a sonova."
Oly doesn't know what to do with these people, does she spray them with some water or something like she does with the canine and the firelizards back in her hut? She merely sits there, peering at the antics of the two. The bruises are nothing new, between her brothers and sister, she's seen her share. All she can do is send a level gaze at Pyriel for a moment before a roll of those bi-colored eyes and she's on the move again. Boots are taken up in hand and one is carefully tilted from side to side before it's slipped onto her feet and tied. The other is easily handled and she dumps out the slumbering flit at the foot of her cot before donning the other. She sighs, glancing down the way at the slowly stirring candidates within these walls. This day is going to be interesting indeed.
"Iessrien /likes/ it, dun'cha, Iess?" Aqueepoli comments, waving his hand at Pyriel. "Nothing like a good ole sharp poke to a bruise to let a man know he's ALIVE!" A giant thump to his chest is given with his own fist. Pyriel and his anger get only an eyebrow lift from the holder. "Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten a got a good pummeling. Though if'n you decide to cut me up, make sure the scars are bitchin', got it? The ladies love a big, jagged, manly scar." Olarya get a grin in her direction, eyebrows dancing up and down. "Ain't that right, sugarlumps?" Rawr! Iessrien's reaction is noted, and there is little sympathy from Pol. Shoulders are shrugged and the other holder is given a manly slap on the shoulder, this time farther away from the bruise. "You're /fine/! I've seen ya take a licking five times as bad as that li'l ole bruise there!" He pokes it once more, though not as hard this time. Pyriel's exit is spied, the taller candidate waving fruitlessly as one of his bro's leaves the barracks. "He seems kinda pissed. Ya ain't putting out or something?" Kaede is asked this question.
"So, if yelling means he likes it… what does he do if he doesn't?" Kaede pipes up from her cot, watching Pol poke at the bruises again, wincing for poor Iess with a sigh. At the question from the macho-man, Kaede blushes red even as she gasps, looking quite insulted as she shakes her head. "Don't look at me. Look at that computer crafter… Seems like she's his new thing." Unless Py wants a pillow. A slight wrinkle of her nose, and she glances between the conscious candidates that linger. "Besides, you don't seem pissed, but I doubt *you're* getting anywhere with anyone, so maybe its something else."
A soft snort is the only reply to his friend's question, Iess giving Pol another sidelong look before he turns his attention back to the numbweed and makes a slight face, "Ugh, man.. this crap stinks worse than a runner's ass end." Yeah, he's totally more irritated about the dollop of spilled gunk than the pain, apparently. It's wiped up using the fabric scrap, smearing it more than cleaning it off his blanket, the second jab to his back earning another wince, and a muttered, "Cut it out man, unless you want a face full of this stuff." He waves the numbweed practically under Pol's nose, adding with an eyeroll, "Or do you want to help? Think I draw the line if you're not a hot girl." There might be a meaningful look to the girls there. Who wants to dab stuff on a his totally toned back? Any takers? Nobody? "Don't know what the shells is his problem," Iessrien manages a stiff shrug, eyeing the way Pyriel went, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Sugarlumps?" No one calls her any of those cute pet names! Olarya stops what she was doing, and slowly stalks her way over to Aqueepoli, baring 'the look' mothers often give their children to induce some level of fear into them. She pauses before the BOY, placing her hands on her hips and she slowly leans in, letting the shorter golden curls bounce about her face. "Whatcha call me?" HISS! "Cause I know you didn't call me that. Or honey, or sweetie or any of those other names men call the tavern wenches when they want something other than what their job has to offer. I suggest if you wanna keep that tongue of yours where you can use it, best mind how you do use it, kay?" And here, she smiles ever so sweetly, complete with little rosy checks and if there was a halo, it'd be there, too. Complete with flames and a forked tail behind her. Iessrien is out of her line of sight, therefore safe for now. Should he add anything, he'd likely gain a few more bruises.
"Yeah, I'll pass." On all accounts. Aqueepoli is jerking his head away from the foul smelling numbweed, the need to gag being forced down. A few steps back are taken to increase the distance. "Go get a healer to smoother than on your back or one of the gir… yeah. Exactly. One of you ladies should help a man out. I ain't doing it." Not that he doesn't have mad guylove for Iessrien. But he's not about to feel up another guy. Nope. Back to his cot, Pol rummages through his belongings trying to find a clean tunic. One is spotted and sniffed to assure of said cleanliness. "Think I only wore this one twice." That's pretty clean. It's tugged on and over his head. Kaede gets a snort, "Aye, well, I ain't landing me any ladies, that's for sure." The constant amount of rejections are all that's keeping this man in candidacy, as it is. "But each man deals with the loss in a different way. An' I ain't the type to get all pissy and stomp around, y'see? I prefer to punch things! With my /fists/!" Both of which are shaken at the ceiling. Though fists turn to open palms of surprise as Olarya is suddenly in his personal space. Pol is backpedalling from the angry woman, his eyes wide with shock. "Whoa, whoa. EASY there, swee—errr. Lady. Woman. Whatever the shells your name is! I was jus' being respectful." Or not. He LIES. "Shards. I'm out, ya hear? Gonna grab some breakfast. Catch up when ya can, Iess, kay?" He's heading right for the exit now, probably a bit faster than usual. Though he does stop right at the precipice of of leaving to throw a cocky grin at Olarya. "I like 'em fiesty like ya, babybutt. You can do whatever ya want with my tongue at ANY time!" That said, he FLEES out of the barracks, cackling all the while.
Pyriel wasn't gone that long considering. He returns looking bathed, wearing only his boots, and pants. The lack of shirt might indicate that he forgot the thing in his hurry to get the heck outta there before pounding Aqueepoli into pulp. He does look much more awake though, specifically avoiding meeting any eyes. Especially that of Iessrien. As he passes them by though, he pauses and mutters some form of apology, but continues on to his cot there after. The redwort is returned to his press, gently as not to break the container, and he pulls out a fresh shirt, yanking it on without much ceremony. He digs around in his press then, muttering something or another even as he winces as his shoulder brushes one of his earlobes. Dark muttering and growling soon follows, his belongings in the storage unit at the head of his bed getting the bulk of his wrath. It seemed the boy harper was indeed starting the day off on the wrong foot. Then suddenly a round of truly unique and inappropriate curse words are growled out, so profane that they can not be written without burning themselves into a computer monitor. He peeks up past his brow at the jar of numbweed that Iessrien had, but his gaze drops back to his press again and the shuffling of contents continues. Eventually though, he pulls out a much smaller jar of the same stuff the holder boy had, and breathes a sigh of relief. "Kaede?" he calls over, rising to his feet with a click to close his press and wanders over towards her cot and sits precariously upon the edge. He mutters to her quietly as the jar is opened and he jabs his fingers inside, ever so carefully rubbing one earlobe.
"Go find a healer girl, I'm sure there's got to be at least one in here, right?" Kaede comments to Iess, wrinkling her nose and making it quite clear she's not going to smear stinky numbweed all over his back. As Olayra and Pol have their little tiff, Kaede is hurriedly pulling a pillow into her lap, hiding her face - and her giggles - behind it, eyes watching the pair even as Pyriel is headed in her direction and she's nodding at him, falling into soft conversation, distracted until Pol disappears.
"Good," the smirk returns as Iess casts another brief sidelong look at Pol, though seeing as the current awake girls appear otherwise occupied or unwilling, the holder boy just shrugs and goes back to what he'd been doing. Using the fabric scrap, the numbweed gunk is rather unceremoniously smeared across his shoulders. It's probably not full strength, given the barely-suppressed wince as he bends an arm back behind his head, trying to reach that one spot between his shoulder blades. He's only partly successful, but he's not exactly going for neatness. Aqueepoli actually running /from/ a girl earns a short laugh, Iess grinning at his friend and jerking his head in a nod to the other boy, "Yeah, will catch you there in a sec." He gets as much of his back done by himself, definitely not willing to ask for help after /that/, and pausing only briefly to eye Pyriel at the apologizing and then the swearing. There's not a word said to the harper though, lashes lowering as the numbweed jar is closed again and tucked away, a shirt fished out of his clothes press and tugged on. Running a hand through his hair, he simply turns and heads out after Pol.
As soon as he clears the door and makes a break for it, Olarya doesn't bother looking for an object to brandish against the idiot, she has fists of her own and she's not afraid to use them! "What? Babybutt?! Wait till I get my hands on you, you filthy male!" HISS! And off the young woman goes in pursuit of decorating Aqueepoli in rather curious yet precisely placed bruises and if she's lucky, maybe some broken bones in the deal. It's a good thing her aunt was a former bar wench, she's learned enough how to make certain things hurt for a long time. Iessrien isn't even given a second glance as she quickly glides past him into the outside of the barracks and after his counterpart. If Pol is lucky, he'll duck around a corner and she'll miss him, choosing to give up the hunt in favor of resuming her responsibilities. Only signs of Aqueepoli's survival will tell.