Here Comes the Rain Again

Xanadu Weyr - The Firelizard Theatre
There are many different things to look at here. In the northern part of this field lies a massive fort made out of wood. About 10 feet to the right of the fort, there are wooden sit-toys carved in the likeness of dragons and even painted as such. In the middle of the field are two sets of swings suspended from a wooden beam, held up by two wooden beams on either side. To the left of the swings is a 5 by 6 rectangular box filled not quite to the top with sand from Xanadu Weyr's Beach. To the right of the swings are monkey bars, completely crafted out of wood. In front of you are two seesaws, both made out of wood. Finally, to your near left are two benches underneath a large Lemosian Ironwood tree. You find yourself standing in the Courtyard of The Firelizard.

It's a cold, wet spring day, so the theater is empty. Mostly. While the swings shift about in the wind, and the wooden structures creak gently as they settle in the soggy dirt, there is one lone figure standing near the edge of the playground. Holding a black umbrella over his head, Mur'dah surveys the empty playground thoughtfully. It might be considered creepy lurking were there kids here, but since it's empty of children, it just seems odd. The rain has eased up to a gentle pattering, but thick clouds threaten more.

Not exactly the sort of day when one expects to find people at the playground. The brats are probably all back in the nursery, doing fingerpainting or something. Or running around the caverns in circles after their parents have sent them away to stop them from running in circles around the cottage. So, the theatre should be empty… and it (almost) was, until Soriana arrived. She's got a clipboard under one arm, one with a protective plastic shield to keep the papers underneath dry when she's not actually writing, and despite the rain, she doesn't have an umbrella - just a jacket with a hood. After all, she'll need both hands to write; one for the clipboard, one for the pencil.

Mur'dah glances around at the movement of another, and when he sees Soriana his brows furrow a bit. "Sori," he calls, shifting and squelching across the wet ground towards her. "What are you doing out here?"

…there's that almost. Soriana blinks at the sound of her name, looking up at Mur'dah. "Oh. Hey." She smiles, and shakes her head. "Didn't expect to see anyone here." And neither did he, apparently. She lifts up the clipboard. "I'm supposed to be doing a…" she glances down at the sheet to make sure "…safety assessment. Of the playground." Condition: wet. "I figured if I did it today, I wouldn't have to deal with the kids."

Mur'dah blinks a bit, and then he chuckles as he nears her, holding the umbrella over her head. "Well, that's true, though it's kind of hard to test the equipment when it's all wet…"

Soriana takes a step in closer under that umbrella. "Thanks." She glances down to her clipboard again, and hehs. "I guess, but… it's mostly just things like checking if it's rotten." Her lips quirk. "Besides, if it doesn't match the last one, I'll probably be back again to go over it in detail." With the Steward, probably. He'll measure things by the centimeter. No, millimeter. Soriana gives her head a shake, then tilts it up at Mur'dah. "So… what're you doing here?"

Mur'dah tilts his head towards the structures. "Shall we get started then?" He'll be her umbrella holder. "Just looking," he says with a little shrug. "I'm trying to figure out how things are put together…" Since his weyr has so many things that need to be put together. Like walls. And a floor. And a roof!

Soriana smiles. There's that third hand she needs! "Yeah, let's." She heads over to the (check the clipboard) monkey bars, first. They seem simplest. Okay, so… flip up the shield, and… okaaay… she can do this. Probably. "It's… stuck together with holes and pins." Or at least that's what it looks like to her. She scribbles something on the form. "But, I'm not a woodcrafter."

Holes and pins…Mur'dah studies the structure with a confused little frown. "Huh," is all he says, when inside he's going 'how the hell am I going to build a whole weyr?' Start small. Maybe a table. Or a box. "So, listen." Uh-oh? "Have I ever…flirted with you, or, like…given you any reason to think I was interested in you? As, like, more than a friend."

And maybe there's some glue or something? Soriana can't tell. She taps her pencil against one of the bars. Okay, so, it sounds… uh. Like wood. There was something about telling dry rot by the sound, but she's got no clue. She'll write it's fine, and- pencil pauses, and she looks up at Mur'dah. Blink. "Uh." Blink again. "…are we including that cookie you gave me when you were thirteen?" It was heart-shaped. But. "No. You haven't." Unless she counts mushroom-clouds and… nope! Not gonna do that. She's just going to leave well enough alone… okay, actually, not gonna do that either. "…why?"

Mur'dah gave her a flower too, but to be fair she was single at that time. "Okay, good," he says, looking relieved and smiling. Then he shifts, chuckling quietly. "Ka'el seemed to think that I've been…interested in you." Wait for it. "All Weyrlinghood." For /turns/! "So I just wanted to make sure /you/ didn't think that. Because I haven't been. I respect your relationship with Ka'el and you're a friend but nothing more than that."

It was a nice flower, too, but… yeah, Soriana doesn't even think of it that way. That wasn't flirting, that was young Mur'dah experimenting with flirting and also being a friend. Because, friends! So. She smiles along at the relief, but keeps an inquisitive look until… "Oh." She doesn't laugh along with that part, but she does sigh. She looks away, testing another part of the structure. To distract herself a moment. It doesn't really work, so she glances back. "He's probably more afraid that I'm interested in you." And therefore brought it up with Mur'dah because…? Well, because Ka'el. Her lips quirk. "Which, I'm not. You're just my friend." As if friendship is just. "One of my best friends."

Mur'dah blinks in surprise, brows lifting. "Afraid you're interested in me? Shards, why would you be?" he asks with a light, self-deprecating laugh. Shocked at the very idea, it seems. "Friendship is good between us."

"You," Soriana says with a point of her pencil at Mur'dah, "-will find a nice girl someday." She has spoken! "And she will be very interested in you, and you will be nice together." So much niceness. Soriana grins. "I mean it." A waggle of her pencil, and then she moves on to the next structure. Swings! …yep, they swing. A good start! "It is. I'm glad we're friends."

Mur'dah chuckles, even as he blushes a little bit. "Thanks, Sori," he says with a little crooked grin as he follows after her to the swings. "Me too." Reaching out with a foot, he nudges one. Yup, they do indeed swing.

Soriana grins, and makes notes about these swings. Sturdiness? Yeah, they seem to have it. Discolorations? Uh, well, they're all wet, but that doesn't count, right? She pokes and prods and tests. There's plenty of things to record. "…how did your weyr possibly pass one of these?" There are so many potential disqualifications! Is 'having a roof' seriously not on the list?

Mur'dah laughs, peering over her shoulder at the requirements. "Well…I mean. The parts that are /there/ are sound. Mostly. It's got the skeleton. But, I really don't know. I think they gave it to me to stop any whisperings that I was getting favored treatment 'cuz of Mom. No one can say that now." Though Marel's weyr is beautiful.

Mostly. Soriana snorts a laugh. "A skeleton's not much use unless it's got the muscles to go with it." She gives her head a little shake, though it stills as considers the anti-favoritism answer. "Well… I guess." She frowns, for a moment, then nods. "When do you think you'll have it weathertight?" Because then he can move in! Well. If the WLM allows it.

Mur'dah snorts, "I…honestly I don't know," he says, glancing at her. "I'm still in the barracks now anyway, but…I guess I can say the rain is good because it's washing out the dirt from the inside?" Or making a swamp. Depends on how you look at it. "I think I need to hire people to do it. And just…promise to pay them back, or work out some payment plan or exchange for dragonrider stuff, because I don't have the knowledge to do it. I thought I could figure it out, but. It'd take me turns, I think, if I tried to do it all on my own. I /could/, but it'd just take forever."

Soriana nods, and hehs at the idea of the rain wash. "Sure beats scrubbing buckets." Except for the part where then the floor needs mopping, or… "Mold," says Soriana from her list. "You'll want to be careful of that." But, well, that's just one of the hazards. Like falling off roofs while fixing them! She frowns a little as he talks about needing to hire help. "Isn't that… it seems like something you should be able to bill to the Weyr. I mean… you're supposed to have quarters assigned, not… construction sites." Assuming she understands the rules. Which, well. She's still just a senior weyrling.

Mur'dah shrugs a bit, glancing at her. "Can I? I'm not sure, and I don't want any favors…" It's a tricky line he walks, with who he's related to. "Maybe…but I'm not sure."

"There's a form for requesting repairs." And then a long and convoluted approval process that covers some percentage of them. Anywhere from zero to all of it! Soriana shrugs a little. "It goes to the Steward. So… I don't know. Do you think he'd give you a favor?" Because yeah. She understands not wanting nepotism. Or appearances thereof. Stupid appearances. "I don't really know what's covered. I've seen the forms, but…" Only in that vague way where she's supposed to recognize every form in existence, even ones that won't be part of her day to day work. Like safety inspections!

Mur'dah nods, "Probably. Isn't he dating Darsce? Shards, I'm related to everyone in this weyr," he says with a low huff. "I don't know. I should ask Mom…" But he grimaces. Because isn't that what he wanted to avoid in the first place?

"Oh yeah." Actual favoritism: probably there. Appearances of favoritism: definitely there. Soriana frowns slightly, and ponders a moment as she considers her safety inspection. "Maybe you should just ask whoever you hire? Like, ask what their usual billing is, and if they'd do it to the Weyr or…" But maybe they'd say the Weyr because they'd think they could get more money that way. "Or… find someone who's had repairs lately. Like, who isn't related to half the weyr," she smiles crookedly, "and ask them if they paid for it themselves or requested it or… whatever."

Mur'dah laughs, grinning wryly. "This is so complicated," he mutters, shaking his head but chuckling just the same. "What a mess. It's a good idea though, it is. I'll have to walk around and see who is getting repairs done."

Soriana laughs as well. "Yeah, I know. I keep looking at the paperwork passing through, and it's like…" The laugh turns to a rueful smile. "Once I graduate, I'll be able to approve things. And I don't want to do anyone extra favors just because they're my friends… not when it's Xanadu favors, anyhow. So. It's complicated." Or will be.

Mur'dah nods, "Very complicated," he agrees, shifting the umbrella in his hand as the rain begins to come down harder. "But we'll manage, right?"

"Yeah. We'll manage." Soriana nods. "And I'll still come help with your weyr, even if I won't hire you a team of woodcrafters." She grins crookedly as the rain comes down. "I'll just mop the mud off the floors." Scrubbadubdub! And, with the rain falling harder, she focuses on getting her inspection done before she's having to wade through the mud to get from one piece of equipment to the next. Then it's back to the caverns to turn in this form and discover if she'll have to do it all over again!

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