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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 3:12 pm
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It was only the second day that Ticene was really in the Weyr and it had been a whirlwind so far. She'd been assigned a buddy to help her find her way, but the teen had somehow managed to misplace the older girl. The Weyr was hardly scary though, everything would be fine. For this morning's chore she had been assigned to laundry. That was easy. With a family the size of hers, there had been plenty of clothes that needed washing and fixing. Laundry wasn't a chore that Ticene especially disliked, there were things around the house that she liked far less. Those were usually the chores she traded with the others, if she could get away with it.
The problem of course was that, being new and all, the location of the Weyr's laundry room was a mystery to her. So, the new candidate had spent her break wandering the halls and tunnels, trying to find her destination. It hadn't taken nearly as long as expected, not after she asked directions at least. A few pointed fingers and rushed directions had her swiftly making her way to the laundry room before break was even up. Except it wasn't just a room, it was huge. It was only then that it really hit home for Ticene that this place washed the clothes of thousands of people, as she stood slack jawed in the entryway. There was more laundry here than the teen thought she had seen in her entire life!
"Ugh, finally!" Ticene was snapped back to herself as a woman that Ticene could only describe as pointy marched over to her. "It's about time you lot started showing up. You and the other candidates are to use that tub there. A bony finger pointed towards a large tub full of steaming water, with several wooden washboards waiting nearby. Ticene looked back at the woman. What did she mean about time? She was early! "And make sure you hang it up properly this time!" All there was for the candidate to do was nod slowly as the woman snapped, before she spun on her heel and stomped away. Not wanting to incur the wrath of- whoever that was, anymore than necessary, Ticene skittered over to the tub. Quickly dumping in the first load of laundry and grabbing a washboard.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 3:57 pm
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Whren walked in the shadows of his much taller friend as he finished pinning his hair back and out of his face. There was worse chores then laundry truly, but it was hot and sticky, and only one time when his hair was stuck to his skin and in his eyes was enough. Though he had yet to figure out a way not to get wet.
Jemaselle snickered slightly, she had kept her hair in a fine short buzz and such was not as frantic as her partner in crime in remaining dry. She sauntered into the laundry and back towards the usual tub. "Come on Wen, you are just going to get wet anyhow." She called and begin picking up laundry.
"I know, and yet, I rather not," He called, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as much as possible as he followed. "Really, Jemi, just because we are doesn't mean we can't try to keep dry." He gathered up a pair of washboards and handed one over.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 9:33 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 1:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 3:38 pm
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"Of course, it not like you can just plop a living person into a dorm room and not have people notice. You get sort of use to at least recognizing people, since it usually a year or so between hatchings," Jemi replied, rambling slightly.
"I'm Whren, she is Jemaselle," Wen replied, getting them back on track. "And we just pay attention though some take new arrivals worse then others." Some people didn't like new competition. "You can call me Wen, if you wish."
"Ughhh, don't call me that. Call me Jemi. Only my parents call me Jemaselle." Jemi wrinkled her nose and held out her hand to Ticene. "Pleasure to meet you, Ticene."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 6:06 pm
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A disgusted sound in the back of her throat was all Tic managed in response to that idea. The whole destined to lead thing was kind of stupid. Generally Ticene was of the opinion that good leaders weren't born, they were made. That and the majority of people who insisted they should be leaders, usually weren't very good at it. Too much time spent trying to big themselves up, rather than actually doing anything constructive. Really any candidate who wasn't somewhat terrified of running something as big as a Weyr needed their head examined in her opinion. Herding her siblings was one thing. Keeping hundreds of people fed, clothed, sheltered, and happy? During threadfall? Ha, no thank you.
"Hm, shame that they don't have manners classes as part of the standard candidate package." It wasn't a very good joke, but not all of Tic's jokes were.
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