A Plan of Action

Xanadu Weyr - Weyrleaders' Office

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Office and retreat, this is the domain of Xanadu's Weyrleaders. The door is in the eastern wall, quite close to the southern end while the northern wall is dominated by big, expansive windows, framed by sumptuous deep blue drapes edged with a brilliant gold braid and tied back with a thick rope of braided gold and blue cord. In between, the eastern wall is covered floor to ceiling with shelves that house all sorts of records, manuals and supplies that are used on a day-to-day basis. The southern wall has the Weyrleader's desk — plain fellis wood, well polished and masculine. From behind his desk, the Weyrleader can look straight through the windows and out onto the main airspace of Xanadu. The western wall is where the Weyrwoman's desk resides: a lovely piece of furniture made of warm cherry wood. From her seat, a glance sideways gives her an equally good prospect out the window. There are a few other seats, some comfortably arranged around a low round table for small, informal meetings while there also some that can be drawn up to one of the desks.
On the south side of the door, the space is occupied by a low oblong table where refreshments can be set without someone needing to intrude. There is also an 'incoming' tray where incoming correspondence or similar items can be left.


If the kitchens had blown up and you wanted to hide your secret snacking where would you go? Well if you're R'sul you hide in your office with a jar of pickled fish and half a cake. The fish is the only thing visible from the doorway, though there are ample cake crumbs to hint that perhaps the other half has been eaten already.

Unfortunately, the destruction of the kitchens has also forced Niva to relocate her office back to the actual office, and so she's recruited on of the larger boys to help - and by help its truly more like carry - her down to her office. Patting him on the shoulder, she awkwardly leans on anything she can until she's in her chair, only then turning to look at R'sul, shaking her head. "I thought you'd be sick of fish by now."

R'sul doesn't quite choke on the bit of cake in his mouth, though there's a moment of panic as he swallows and kicks the bottom drawer of his desk shut at the same time. "Should you be here?" It's out before he can really get his brain into gear, "I mean, you should be resting or something in case you do… something."

Niva arches an eyebrow at his reaction, trying to hide a grin of amusement. Apparently stampedes, broken legs, and exploding kitchens make everything else seem funny. "It is my office.." She replies dryly as she shifts to heave her leg up onto the closest empty wooden chair. "Besides, with the kitchen gone, they're all in the caverns instead. Talking." Her explanation seems rather exasperated, as she continues to smirk some at the Weyrleader.

R'sul ohs and nods. "I suppose they would be after all this. Though I would have thought they'd rather be outside than so near to… everything." There's a pause as he bends to lock his desk, trying to be subtle about it but failing miserably as a shower of crumbs fall from his shirt. "I actually had an idea, though I wasn't sure if you would be interested."

Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head. "Use a plate, and you won't have that problem.." She mutters slightly, though she waves her hand at R'sul, as if encouraging him to go on. "As long as its not letting a fire take out the whole place instead, I'll listen." Perhaps not be interested, but. She shifts a bit in the chair, grabbing the closest pencil off her desk to shove down the toes of her cast, but see seems to be listening at least.

"I… oh… right." R'sul begins and stops, ears glowing bright red as his efforts at subtlety have failed so spectacularly. "I was thinking. You see…." he pauses, starts again, "Back in the day they used to cook things over open fires a lot more. Not campfires, but more controlled with utensils and things. Big kettles they could hang from a hook over them. We could perhaps rig something up in the clearing so that there would be food, just until we get things rebuilt. If we're only buying in ingredients rather than actual finished dishes it might help save… some… money." He trails off, idea trundling to a stop.

"We'll have to see if we can't find those big kettles then, won't me?" Niva comments absently, still rather focused on scratching whatever portion of her foot itches now. Finally, it seems it has stopped, and she leans back, pencil left to stay sticking out the end of the cast. "Maybe some of the Northern Weyrs have them, since I'm sure half of them still use them." Stupid backwards places.

R'sul nods, then realises she's not actually looking at him and replies out loud, "Well I have… um… a small one, but nothing good enough for feeding the whole Weyr from. It's good for tea if you're in the middle of nowhere. I can't say I've ever seen one North, though. Not that I've been looking before."

Niva stares up at the ceiling for a moment, considering. "I'm certain Elara has to have them. The woman would rather have to constantly change glows then enjoy real light." Thankfully, though, that is said at a low murmur, as not to go flying to the ears of any passerbys. "Maybe we can get some made. I'm sure we could trade for them." Fingers tap on the closest hard surface then, and she shakes her head. "Probably should invest in some well trained spit canines too."

R'sul shakes his head for a moment, "It'd only be for a short time, so I don't think the canines would be worth it. Plus they eat. We could probably get people to do it, if we asked them?" In fact he can think of a list of people he'd liek to see stuck on spit duty. "Have you… have you spoken to anyone in the smith craft yet?"

"Could always trade them away afterwards." Niva hurriedly defends the possibility of canines, before shaking her head. "Not yet. From what the initial reports said, its pretty destroyed, and I wanted the Miners to take a look, before attempting to make a deal the Smithcraft." A soft sigh, and she shakes her head. "Miners. Smiths. Techcrafters. We're going to be bad off, after this."

R'sul dips his head a little, fingers drumming on the desk as he thinks and tries to make some sort of sensible plan - dropping back to the early Turns would be a joy for him, but not the best plan for everyone else. "We should make a list or something." He adds a quick, "If you want to." before continuing, "Then we can mark things off when they've been done. Might turn out to be a good thing in the end. Maybe?"

"You write. You're the historical one." Niva states quickly, fingers still tapping a different rhythm than R'sul's. "We'll need the kitchen checked. Caverns, too, probably. Reinforced." And with each statement she's adding a finger to her count. "Kettles. Ringed pits - I will not have a fire outside, too." There she pauses for a second, shaking her head. "Our herds are already low, too."

R'sul hunts around for a pen, trying to fix all her comments in his head as he does - even going so far as to mouth the list of suggestions just to fx them in his head. Pen found, then it's paper. Finally he writes down 'fire pits, kettles, pots, spit, herds.' A moment passes, then he writes down, 'check caverns and kitchens'. he pasues, tappinghis pen against his teeth, "Do we have a tame smith that can build things?"

"I'm sure it can be done.." Niva offers absently, still wracking her brain for other things that they'll be needing to address. "Techcrafters to wire new stuff in.." Then though his words are registering, and Niva's looking at him curiously. "What do you want built?" And, does this mean she'll get a chance to veto something in return for the spit canines?

"Have you ever seen the smith hall's water wheels?" R'sul replies, eyes sparkling with glee at the thought of being able to do things the old-fashioned way. "If we got… wait." He gets up at last, wandering over to her desk with his notepad in hand. Perching on the desk he begins to draw a frame, then a sort of wheel next to it. "If we got them to make a frame big enough to support a kettle and a few things above a fire, we coul theoretically get them to make a part of it into a spit too. Though that might make the fire a bit too big. But! If we got them to make a wheel, big enough to put… I don't know, two people? in. Well then they could walk in the wheel, turn the spit, and then we wouldn't need complicated machinery or the canines. Could make the wheels out of wood."

Niva stares at the drawing that R'sul is making, considering it carefully. After a moment, and a significant number of blinks, she shakes her head. "I'll think about it. We'll talk it over with them. Canines are easier." She offers quickly, shaking her head. Then, she's looking at him. "Will you go send messages to each of the crafts? And make sure the kitchen is good and blocked off?" Is she kicking him out? Maybe.

Out? But he has cake! he shakes his head, though, "Not really, if you consider you'd need to harness them, feed them, possibly even train them, and then you have people who're scared of them as well. If they're outside then you run the risk of people hurting them, or dragons spooking them and ruining the whole rig." Plus he likes his wheel idea. But despite this protest he does get off her desk. "I'll start with the smiths, shall I?" There's no hiding the 'pleeeease' in his voice.

"Start with the Smiths. But I want to see what their thought is." So, while its not a flat out no, hardly is it a yes. "But arrange for the Miners to get here before anything else. And, see if any one still has those kettles. Check High Reaches, they upgraded not too many turns back." Who knows if they are packrats or not. Then Niva is back to scratching at her foot with a face. Attention lost?

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