What's That Smell?

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.

Kera makes her way into the barracks after her infirmary duties are over, satchel full of books slung across her back and a few more tucked under her arm. A few seconds pause for her to get her bearings, the healer heads to her new cot. Waving to the candidates already in the barracks, Kera plops down on her assigned cot and quickly tosses off the satchel strap. It's not long after that Minimur appears with an excited chatter, and perches on the precarious mound that is the book satchel.

For someone who hasn't been in the barracks all that long, Innes has managed to make an impressive mess of her cot and the surrounding area. Her clothes and books are strewn across her bed, leaving precious little free space. The rest of her things can be seen spilling out from underneath the bed. She doesn't own much, but she's doing an impressive job of making it seem as though she does. Innes herself is sprawled out on her cot, taking up the small patch of free space with her upper body and resting her legs gracelessly on top of her things. Her head turns as she hears someone else enter, and she shifts to prop herself up on her elbows when she realizes that this arrival is actually a familiar face. "Kera!"

Kera drops the loose books she carries on the end of her cot and rubs her arm a moment. Glancing around when her name is called, she spots Innes a few cots dow, the row. A smirk quickly follows "Hi Innes. Looks like your travel plans got rained out a bit longer huh?" Shifting around, she nudges her lizard off the book satchel and pushes it off the end, to rest on the top of the trunk. With more room, she kicks off her sandals and stretches her legs out. "They pull a prank on you as well?"

"Apparently it wasn't rain, it was my purpose." There's a rather dramatic flick of Innes' hand as she announces this, her tone heavy with sarcasm. She's still not entirely on board with this whole affair. To her credit, though, she's here. She wiggles a little, kicking a books and a couple of clothing items off her cot in the process. She twists her body to peer over the edge of her bed as though she might reach for them, but shortly decides against it with a shrug. Instead she falls back to where she was, propped up on both elbows and focused in Kera's direction. "A prank?" The blank expression on her face could likely answer the question for her. "Who pulled a prank on you?"

Kera watches Innes kick books off of her cot. Yea, other things went as well, but it was the books that catches the healer's attention. The mess around Innes's cot seems to be creeping outward as if it has a life of its own. It could happen. "Purpose huh?" She nods slowly at that and scrubs at her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Oh, it was the Weyrsecond. Making me think there was a healing emergency." Kera shakes off her tiredness after a quick yawn. Getting more comfortable, she glances back across to room to Innes with a chuckle. "At least you'll have plenty of time to resupply your travel stores, right?"

Innes isn't the neatest of the bunch, clearly. Someone will probably come along sooner or later and force her to contain the creeping disaster, but for the moment she's perfectly content to let it grow and spread as it will. "That's what the bronzerider said. Or his dragon did. Something about being here for a reason and purpose and all of that." She shrugs as best she can from her position, waving her hand around again. The words still don't mean much. Her brows arch in surprise as Kera explains the prank, and then her lips slowly curl in amusement. "A healing emergency? That seems a bit dangerous. But kind of nice that they made it fun for you." She allows her body to fall fully back on the bed, keeping her head turned in Kera's direction. She can see her, sort of. "I told him that I wasn't sure I was staying or not, but that'd I'd try for now."

Kera chuckles with a nod "It was, once I realized Mur'dah was just out of shape and not actually choking." Eyeing the mess around Innes's cot…'did that pile of clothes just move on its own?' Shaking off the thought, let's not even contemplate that. "Surely you'll stay long enough to maybe earn a few marks. A couple extra in your pocket wouldn't be a bad thing while traveling." Glancing around the barracks, nodding to a candidate trudging in with..I don't even want to think about too much… on his boots. Thankfully, he's moving towards a cot at the end of the long room. Looking back to Innes and sits up and stretches. "Well, I don't know bout you, but I don't wanna spend the rest of Turnover studying." Kera gestures towards her book satchel "Oh, Happy Turnover by the way." Slipping her sandals back on, she gets to her feet, holding her arm out for Minimur to crawl up and settle on her shoulder. When his tail curls around her neck, she gives his knobby head a scratch. "I'm heading to the beach, ya wanna come long?"

Innes laughs at that. She wouldn't have minded seeing that, if only for the look on Kera's face. "I'll stay a while. Maybe even through the whole thing, if I don't get myself kicked out." Restless, she sits up and halfheartedly kicks a few things beneath her bed. There, that's clean. Sort of. In her mind, it's relative. "I didn't even meet the dragon who searched me. Kanekith? Something like that." Her gaze follows their new company as well, her nose wrinkling a little as he passes by. She may be messy, but that doesn't mean she wants… stuff tracked all over their living quarters. "Turnover?" Oh, right. Her confused expression swiftly vanishes, and she looks properly embarrassed by her forgetfulness. "Happy Turnover to you, too." One last glance is given to the candidate down the way, before she turns back to Kera with a 'why not?' sort of shrug and hops off of her cot. "Sure. I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic in here."

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