Group in the Cavern

Xanadu Weyr - Caverns

A massive cavern in it's own right, this one has been skillfully adapted for human habitation. The high ceilings have been painted a light, soft ivory, as are the walls where numerous tapestries hang to provide brilliant colour and insulation from the stone. The floor has been left in its natural state, pale pink granite speckled through with glittering mica and dark flecks of basalt, leveled carefully but kept sufficiently rough to avoid slips.
The cavern itself is loosely divided into areas, each one set up to be suitable for some segment of the Weyr's population. The most frequently occupied area, however, is the one near the Kitchens where tables of varying sizes provide a place to sit down and eat or chat and a buffet of consumables is almost always kept stocked. Its plain that on most days, this area wouldn't accommodate anywhere near the full population of the Weyr and equally plain that on such occasions when a formal meal is laid out, tables are appropriated from all the other areas.
A big fireplace is set into the wall near the Kitchens as well, several comfortable chairs nearby providing haunts for elderly residents or riders who like a good view of all that happens. Rugs cover the floor in strategic spots, all of them abstract or geometric in design and most in the softly neutral colours of undyed wool.
Exits lead off in all directions, a big archway the largest and that leading outside. Shallow stairs to the west lead to the offices and administration area while tunnels to the east lead to the infirmary, kitchen and resident's quarters. Southwards, a sloping tunnel leads down to the hot springs and southwest is a wide tunnel, carefully roped off to avoid accidents.

T'eo has found himself a wonderful new spot in the Caverns. Right next to the kitchens. He's got food, a dark corner and… okay so he's got the clamour of kitchen drudges walking back and forth and the yelling and the clanging and all, but hey, no one would dare attempt to come near him.

Niva is in a slightly better mood as she enters the caverns then as of late, and her hands are, miraculously, free of any knots needing reassignment. The day must be going particularly well. A half glaring-glance is taken over the caverns, and she moves to get some klah, pausing to arch her eyebrow at T'eo's placement. "Hardly the place for the acting weyrleader to be hiding. Unless you did something wrong." And she peers at him as she pours herself a mug of klah.

Messev is at a table surrounded by miscellaneous small electronic pieces, and he's peering fascinatedly at something in the middle. He's got several tools amidst the chaos as well; several different sizes of screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, and a battery-powered soldering tool. He's focusing so hard on what he's doing that he fails to notice everything around him, not the abandoned plate of food, or the person who just bumped into his chair, or even the presence of the Weyrleaders.

T'eo looks up, startled. He's been spotted! He gives Niva a meek smile. "I was just getting out of the run of things, you know." Course she knew right? I mean, she does have to find time for tht too, right? Maybe that's why she's so snarky all the time. She hasn't hid herself away for a few minutes.

Niva isn't snarky! She's.. opinionated. Right. Staying out of the way of the drudges, she makes her way over there, pausing to watch Messev for a long moment, with a shake of her head. "Out of the way? You should have the same dedication as Messev there.." A wink and she pulls out a chair to sit down easily.

A name is called. Whose name? ahh, Messev's. He moves his head so he's facing wherever his name was heard, though his eyes stay on what he's doing. "Just a minute, hold on." he says, and finishes using a screwdriver. Now his eyes dart up, and he blinks. "Oh! Sorry, Weyrwoman! Didn't see you." he says, blushing slightly.

T'eo is very dedicated! Just not balanced. Just ask L'alie or Raenth. Well, not Raenth. He's very dedicated to Raenth, but Raenth has observed very keenly his habits. He might write a book if he knew how to write. He shoots a glance at Messev. What -was- that boy doing? He never did understand electronics and such

Niva laughs softly at T'eo, before glancing over at Messev, waving a hand rather dismissively. "What are you working on?" A glance at the acting weyrleader behind her and she grins. "Perhaps our dear T'eo could learn a thing or two." Though, about what is anyone's guess.

Messev gives T'eo a startled look that says it all. 'How come you /don't/ know everything?' the look says. "Um, I dunno if there's anything I know that others don't, ma'am." he says. "Well, I'm trying to figure out a way to access a computer when you're not connected to it. But it's not working….yet." he says with a frown. A remote control for a computer? …interesting.

Heeyyy. That wasn't very nice. T'eo arcs a brow at Niva. He blinks politely however at Messev. Yeah well, lets try this boyo on the rigs, eh? Get him caught up in even the jibboom line I'll bet. Okay. Be nice T'eo. "Er, wouldn't that be hard cause of… well, all the keys?"

Niva isn't necessarily a nice person? But, she wants her WL to be well informed, no? A blink at Messev and she glances back and forth. "Yeah, wouldn't it.." And she blinks, shaking her head and settling on just taking a sip of her klah. Tis easier.

Messev shakes his head. "Well, you see, it's got this little screen. It takes a while, but if you use some arrow buttons, you can move a…cursor, I think they called it, across a small keyboard and send basic instructions and stuff to the computer. Like if you forget to turn it off and don't want to waste power or anything, you can type out 'shutdown'. The screen part and stuff was easy, the hard part is getting the computer to follow it." he says with a sigh of exasperation, frowning at it.

T'eo blinks vacantly. Riiiight. "Oh." He looks at Niva to see how much more of this she understands. He looks at the plate of food he -did- have in from of him. Seems his flit has devoured half of it. Where'd Ember go? Oh well. "Only technical involvement I've had has been with the nav coms on the ships." He half explains half excuses.

Niva blinks at Messev for a long moment, pondering it for a long moment before simply nodding. "Perhaps Lah could give you some pointers, Messev." And she'll have to remember to talk to the woman to get it explained to her in more detail. Can't be shown up by an apprentice, after all. "I'll still to healer techniques."

Messev tilts his head slightly, frowning. "Yeah. I'll need to ask for help, cause I don't think there's anything I know how to do to fix this. It might involve making something and installing it on the motherboard." he says.

T'eo sits in silence. He should talk with the dock techies sometime. A small shiney bit of greenish brown slips by his arms and crawls up to his shoulder. "Ack! Ember!" The flit purrs like a feline and nuzzles his cheek. Very overly affectionate for this little flit. "What did you do?" He eyes it. Ember looks back innocently. Uh huh… Ahyhow… "Where is Lah? Been a while since I've seen her about."

Niva nods to Messev with a bit of a grin, glancing curiously at T'eo's firelizard before shaking her head. "Vivi does the same thing when she's done something wrong, and she knows it." Cuddles that is.. Like most toddlers. Wrinkling her nose, she shakes her head. "Training at Landing, mostly, whenever she has a spare moment."

Messev glances over curiously at the firelizard and smiles. "Are they really great like everyone says?" he asks. "Some of my friends have them, but…I've been busy." he says with a sigh.

Aryann patters in from the Residents' hall, her arms full of folded fabric that appears to be an mix of colors - primarily greens and blues. Unable to see much around the fabric, she negotiates the cavern cautiously until she reaches a large empty table, where she drops her burden with a quiet 'oof'.

T'eo looks at Ember. "Great? Sometimes… But right now I'm wondering what he did." As if to answer that question a spray of flits shoot out from a hallway, through the pile of fabric placed on the table and, some with fabric attached, flying straight for T'eo and Ember. "Aiiiiie!" T'eo ducks.

Niva is getting good at the whole ducking thing, thanks to her and Casp's set deciding games are more fun then anything else. Whatever she was going to say is cut off as she pushes her chair away from the table and T'eo, bending and covering her head with her hands.

Messev flinches and covers his clutter of items as well as he can with his hands and body, peering up at the flits with a discombobulated expression. "….on second thought, I don't think I want one." he comments.

Aryann jumps about a foot into the air with a distinctly shrill "eeeek!". Fabric goes everywhere - a minature flood of interestingly dyed linen and sisal and the last firelizard in the pack just avoids being swatted by the upset weaver. "Little wretch! Pest! Nuisance!" A few more less complimentary names follow as she starts in pursuit of her fabric ad comes up short when she sees what table half of it landed on.

The flits dive after Ember who takes flight from his ducking master's shoulder. The fabric mostly loosed over the huddling 'Leader. Gee, doesn't he look all sorts of pretty! He peers up as the flock dives out the same hall from which they came, Ember shreiking at the top of his little lungs. « I'll take care of them, T'eo. » Come Raenth's amused rumble.

Niva straightens hesitantly as the firelizards vanish, glare turning on T'eo quickly. "If you /ever/ cause something like that again, I'll make sure that Raenth is far far away when Kilaueth rises." Or, perhaps he'd want that. "At least you look fashionable.." A roll of her eyes and the weyrwoman's gaze glances over at the others there. "Y'all alright?"

Messev sits back in his chair, and nods. "Yes, thanks. And…I /don't/ think I want a firelizard." is his response. "Are they always like that?" he asks, peering in the direction of the doorway the firelizards exited through.

Aryann surveys the scene, her expression trying to be irritated and unsure at the same time and looking somewhat silly as a result. "Thankfully, one can usually get most work done without then getting in the way." The comment is to Messev before she heaves a sigh and progresses to where T'eo is sitting and carefully plucks fabric from atop the weyrleader.

T'eo watches the Weaver as he takes each piece off bit by bit. He looks shockedly at Niva. "You blame THAT on me?! How was I supposed to know he'd have gotten all the weyr's flits on his back?" Flustered but at the same time trying to maintain some sort of dignity he helps return the fabric. He seems to be acting a bit odd about it all though, carefully removing pieces as if they were made of glass.

Niva manages a bit of a grin at T'eo as she sagely nods her head. "Ember belongs to you, so its your fault." Or however that works. Grabbing a piece of fabric off the table, she offers it back to Aryann while blinking at T'eo's reaction. "Its not like its those close of mine that I lent to Kysli which you were going through.."

Messev grabs a box from the floor and hastily starts putting the components away. The box is briefcase-like in design, split down the middle so that the two halves open up. Smaller boxes inside it are what Sev puts the parts in, and sticks the larger object in the foam cushioning. Screwdrivers and other tools go neatly in their slots, and he makes sure the soldering iron is off before putting it away too.

Aryann takes the pieces, returning the first handful to the large table before returning to collect the rest. "That doesn't make sense." she observes in response to Niva's apportioning of fault. "Firelizards aren't bright enough to have sense so they just do senseless things in my experience." A rueful smile appears. "I should say it's partly my fault, bringing all these pieces in here in one trip instead of two."

T'eo looks up breifly at Aryann when she comments on his behalf. "Er… no… You couldn't have known they'd burst in. I mean, I should have atleast suspected something was up." He looks down at the mass of cloth he has removed, ignoring Niva's comment. Hrm. Strange T'eo. « All flying rats dispersed. Ember's with me. » T'eo gathers the small pile in his arms and walks it over to where it was origionally with a small half smile at the Weaver before returning to his seat.

Niva glances over at Messev as things are quickly put away. "Probably a good idea you know.. I mean, they're bound to come back." Arching her eyebrow some at Aryann, she shakes her head. "I've learned you should at least have some idea of what's going on." And, seeing as he didn't, its his fault, right? And she remains where she is as the fabric is returned to the other table.

Messev nods in agreement. "Yes ma'am…I don't want to lose any components, and…unless I figure out some way to interface the system with the computer, not much else I can do." he says. And that means…..what?

Aryann blinks at Niva and half shrugs, returning to the other table with T'eo and swiftly spreading the collection out and sorting into 'mostly green', 'mostly blue', 'bits of purple and pink' and 'everything else' piles. "Ah, don't fuss. This stuff is only experimental so it wasn't like it's ruined a gather gown." Casual words as she offered T'eo one of her sunny, friendly smiles.

T'eo looks away quickly from Aryann with a small clear of his throat. "Yeah, well. No sense in doing it damage as it is. Even with the flits." He mutters. His golden skin of his cheeks seems a bit reddish as he fidgets with something in his pocket.

Niva blinks at bit at the exchange between T'eo and Aryann, tilting her head some as she notices T'eo's reaction before just shaking her head and going back to sipping at her klah. Easier.

Messev closes his case carefully, and flips the plastic locks to make sure it doesn't open inadvertantly, then gets up. "Bye." he says with a respectful nod to Niva and the poor beleagered T'eo.

Aryann glances up at the weyrleader and her smile widens slightly, a little dimple appearing. "Thank you for helping retrieve all this anyway." she says, lightly teasing.

Niva gets to her feet, the mug of klah left behind as she wrinkles a nose. "Have fun playing with fabric, there. Vivi's apparently being a handful herself, and Casp needs some help." Lovely messengers, dragons are. And inclining her head to the rest in the cavern, she heads out of the caverns.

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