Kat Dye

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Dye Room(#15027RJV)
Various smells curling up from their containers overwhelm you. Large wooden vats line the walls, made of the most solid iron wood and swollen with the humidity of the room. Brass rings keep the giant planks held tight together. Fires burn hotly beneath the vats' brass bottoms causing the contents to bubble and roll.
Various strips of cloth hang down from the rafters, each piece of off-white linen dipped into a different color, darkening it to blues, reds, greens and yellows. Each color strikes your senses differently and infuses you with different amount of appeal. arge bowls of different mordants sit on the broad stone tables, the fires beneath them constantly stoked by apprentices running in and out. They sit waist high so as to allow easy usage for the slapping of the wet fabrics to dry. Alum, Tin,Iron, Copper, Tannic Acids and Tartaric Acids sit on a small table, the lids of these bowls clamped down by metal
hooks and each marked with its own label. One small precious container of Chrome is on a shelf by itself, out of the way of a casual bump.
Along the walls near a particularly nasty smelling vat of green dye is a drying rack of marvellously dyed green sisal.
A large golden oak door leads back into the working wing hallway.
Contents:
Gemiron
Katlynn
Obvious exits:
Fields Hallway

Gemiron is busy stirring ne dye vat. Stir stir stir. Look at him busy.

Mydara gathers some cloth for dying.

Katlynn slips into the room, a slight look of annoyance spread across her features. "Where in the shards is it!" She mutters, stomping across the room toward a desk littered with hides of all sorts. "Never cleans up in here.." and so she continues muttering, not noticing Gemiron or Mydara until she finds the hide she wants, and glances up, copper-hair pushed back from her eyes. "Oh." Pause, "Heya."

Gemiron looks up from the vat, raising an eyebrow aat the irate Craftsecond."Something wrong Katlynn? Or did you not expect people to be found working in this hall?" he teases.

Mydara sets the cloth down and smiles. "Evening, Master Katlynn." She arranges the cloth for preparation of dying.

"Eh? Oh no.. no no, it's good that your both working." A smile plasters itself upon her lips, Katlynn's cheeks dimpling ever-so-slightly. "I just didn't expect the place to be such a mess." Right, a few scattered hides is a *big* mess to Kat-the-neat-freak. "But good evening to both of you, what are we working on?" She picks up the corners of her skirts with one hand, padding over in bare-feet to glance into the vats. "Someone c'mere and stoke this fire, it's not bubbling fast enough."

Mydara rubs her hands on the apron she wears and walks over to the fire. She adds a few logs to the fire and begins stirring.

"You have two free hands, go ahead," Gem tells her, plastering a smile all hiswn to her. "I was just trying to get a special color for some weaving I'm trying to do. And think Mydara was dying some clothes. Or watching me. I forget, I've been staring into this vat for too long."

Mydara chuckles over at Master Gemiron. "Both Master Gemiron. Was working on a dye for a personal outfit i'm designing. Also wtching to make sure i get everything right." She turns to Katlynn and smiles. "I was also checking on some of those powders you suggested for Master Doran's mural."

"Staring at you?" Katlynn echoes Gemiron in a -slightly- disbelieving tone, though she never-the-less she does tilt her head towards Mydara, as if checking for signs of this 'watching'. And then, in a quieter, more mischevious tone, "You wish." To Mydara she offers an approving nod, stooping down on her knees to check the fires around the place, and peek into the vats in turn. "What colour then?"

Mydara continues to stir the vat a little longer, then lets it sit to get hotter. She walks over to a small pile of cloth in the corner and picks out a couple pieces of sisel and flax. She takes these to a vat full of a brilliant green and puts the cloth on the rod for dipping. She lowers the cloth into the vat, the sisel she dips in for a short period of time, so it isn't as dark as the flax. The flax she dips into the
vat and leaves it for a few minutes, checking it every so often until it reaches the right color. She then removes them and sets them on the drying rack.

Gemiron lifts his gaze up from the vat again, furrowing brows at
Katlynn. "'scuse me?" he asks, not quite hearing. "She was watching me, right? Not that I'm very interesting to watch, I mean, I add in dye and stir, then stir, then stir some more, then add in dye. Pretty boring to me, maybe some people like waching wooden spoons?"

Mydara looks up at Katlynn as she sets the cloth to dry. "For Master Doran's mural?" she asks.

"Maybe they do, but *you* made it sound like she was staring at you, like some love-sick fool." Katlynn replies to Gem, "Actually I thought you said staring, not watching. My bad." Oh-my-, she's admitting she's wrong. "Looks nice, that green, Mydara....is that for the mural?" She rests one slender hand, fingers splayed, against her hip, reaching out with the other to tighten one of the other rods. "Have you drawn the picture onto his wall yet?"

Mydara shakes her head, to both questions. "No, ma'am. These are for a special project I am working on." She adjusts the cloth on the drying rod and then turns back to Katlynn. "I spoke with Master Doran today and will begin working on transfering the sketch sometime within the next seven-day."

Gemiron eyes Kat for a little while, stirring stirring at the same time, since his hands have been doing that for an hour. "Riiiiight Kat, I think you are just too used to guys staring at you that you think you hear what you might say from my mouth." His prognosis anyways. "But that's ok, you also toss beads in the hall. Ohhhh, how are you doing to do the mural?"

Mydara smiles at Gemiron. "Slowly, sir. But Savanna has offered to help me if i need it."

Katlynn offers Gemiron the only mature thing she can do in response. She pokes her tongue out at him, and wiggles it all around. Take that. "/Any/way, that colour is lovely Mydara. Did you mix it yourself?" The other few apprentices in the room come up to Katlynn at regular intervals during her conversation, asking about this and that before scampering off again. "They want to know if your the beet boy," she whispers with a
laugh to Gemiron, steering right past him and going up to her mentee again. "Oh Savanna did? That's great.. she's going to be another fine weaver at this rate."

Mydara smiles. "As a matter of fact, ma'am. I did. I added a little citron and fellis powder to the green. It softens the green a little, making it not as sharp."

"AM not," Gemiron mutters at Katlynn's question, or rather, relaying of a message. "I mean, how do you do a mural? Do you draw it on with like, a black paint first, or just slowly do a bit of everything?" Savanna's name makes him beam. "OH yes, she's a great weaver already."

A shrimp of an apprentice with flaming red hair bounces right up to Gemiron, twirling a finger idly through her double runner-tail's. "Sir," she starts, voice full of both awe and respect, "I just wanted to ask, are you.." pause, "That is..Sir, are you the uhhmm.." she stumbles, biting down on her lips, when a blonde-boy from the back shouts out, "Are ya the beet boy?"

Mydara turns to Gemiron and smiles. "I start with a basic outline. Drawing in the detail and finally adding the color. I don't really use paint, but a crushed powder. It fades faster, i know, but it looks a lot better than the paint."

Gemiron bellows. "I'm not the beet boy!"

Mydara chuckles at the apprentices and ducks as Gemiron bellows.
"Great use of your head then, Mydara."

Katlynn says, beaming a smile down at her mentee. "You'll make a *fine* weaver, yes indeed.." she murmurs more praises under her breath as she wanders back over to the desk, flumping herself down with a little puff of her skirts. "Quiet in here, please." That seems to be her only reprimand to the apprentices.

Mydara returns to stirring the vat after checking on the cloth she dyed. She adds a little more wood then walks over to another vat. This vat contains a very dark blue dye, almost black. She checks the fire on the vat, adds some powders to the vat and begins stirring.

Gemiron hmpfhs and sends a last glower at the apprentices before
resuming his attentions back to the people he was having a conversation with. "I was just curious, it's been so long since anyone here did a mural, I wasn't sure how you did one. It's not like you can just sew it together, you know?"

Mydara grins. "Well. You could weave it into a tapestry, but then it wouldn't be a mural, would it?" she says as she stirs the vat of blue dye.

The shrimp apprentice's face falls, her bottom lip trembling as she looks on the verge of tears. Voice shaking, she stumbles out an apology, almost tripping over her own feet as she hurries to get back to her place near the back of the room.

"I'd be curious as to see how it's done too, Mydara." Katlynn notes, idly flicking through hides and notes on the desk. "Let me know when you start, and I'll come down.." A glance, sidelong, at the apprentices, before she allows her blue gaze to flicker back to Gemiron, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Aww c'mon Gem, she was just asking."

Gemiron sighs and grumbles, thenlets the stirring rod rest in the vat and goes over to the trembling girl and whispers something in here ear, and then gives her a smile. See? ALl better. Then he comes back over to mydara and whipsers something to her too. He mutters to Mydara, "Hey,... help me... over into a... so she's..."

Mydara nods to Katlynn, then walks over to the apprentice and comforts her. She walks the apprentice over to the vat she was working with and makes a few motions. After a few more instructions she walks away from the apprentice to her drying cloth.Mydara looks up at Gemiron with a grin on her face. She mutters to Gemiron, "As... into alot of trouble... it."

Glancing up yet again, Kat's little nose crinkles, an inquistive lift of her brows aimed at both Gemiron and Mydara. "Care to share that with the rest of us?" The red-headed shrimp gives a hearty little sniff, then sets about helping Mydara with the dye vat she was taken to. "Really Gem, you should know better than to teach an apprentice to whisper in front of your Craftsecond." A little puffing out of her chest, a proud smile displayed on her lips.

Mydara walks over to a vat of purple dye. She checks the fire and then turns to Katlynn. "Master Katlynn. Could you come over here and help me out a moment?"

Jare ambles into the dye room from the working wing hallway.
Jare has arrived.

Jare wonders in not expecting to see anyone here. "Oh, Hello there."

Gemiron chuckles softly and goes back to hisvat, stirrying it quietly and keepign an eye on Kat. "Go on, she needs soem help..."

Mydara kneels down at the vat and arranges the wood after she notices that the fire had gone out. She looks back at Katlynn curiously. "Master Katlynn. Could you bring that torch over so i can relight this fire?" She grabs some wood and stacks it around the vat.

Min walks into the dye room from the working wing hallway.
Min has arrived.

Katlynn tilts her head to the side, an odd expression spreading across her features, one brow arched up questioningly. "Uh, there are apprentices that could do that for you, Mydara." A little purse of her lips, blue-gaze flickering from her mentee, to Gem, and finally to Jare as he walks in. "Hey Jare!" Saved? Maybe. "Would you grab that torch for Mydara?"

Mydara looks over at all the apprentices who are busy with tasks of their own. "Their all busy ma'am."

Min enters the dye room, perhaps looking a little -less- busy than the rest of the apprentices. Her eyes scan the room as she sends smiles to busy apprentices and makes her way into the throng of work.

Katlynn finally, -finally- scoots her chair out from the desk, hands fluttering down to fix up her skirts with little tug-tugs and swishes. "Fine, fine, fine. But really, you should have asked Gemiron to help or something. Or Jare. Or Min--hey Min!" A bright smile greets the apprentices mentioned, Jare getting a little wink as she passes him by on her
way to fetch the torch. She reaches, grabs it, slender fingers curling 'round it's handle while she turns back, and marches straight over to Mydara and Gem. "Here."

Gemiron sighs and then just wanders over to Kat, giving her a gentle nudge with an elbow. "Silly, can't fall for your own pranks, hmmm?" Then eyes flick over to the new entrees. "This place is busy tonight..."

Mydara smiles in thanks to Katlynn as she takes the torch. As she grabs the torch she also grabs ahold of Katlynn's hand. She grins at Katlynn. "Thanks ma'am." she says and gives a tug on Katlynn's arm, trying to pull her towards the vat of purple dye.

Min grins when she hears her name and her course is altered. Walking over in Katlynn's direction she raises a brow in mild curiosity, " Who needed to ask me something..?" A persistent strand of hair is pushed back and her sleeves shoved up on her arms in anticipation of some sort of work.

Gemiron suddenly starts scooting behind Katlynn. Not that he thinks it'll work, cause he just gave it away accidentally, but hey. One never knwos, and must be prepared. But no talking, lest he give it away even further.

Katlynn's caught off balance, even as Gemiron yabbers on and gives away their little plot. She shrieks, reeling backwards as fast as she can--but not before the very tips--or rather, the last few inches--of her coppery hair are caught in the broiling purple liquid, droplets flinging here-there-and-everywhere as she stumbles away, tripping over her own feet. A string of curses fly from her mouth, one slender hand catching
upon the front of shrimp-girl's tunic, the other trying to yank Gemirondown by an ankle as she goes. "RIGHT!" a bellow, "Your all DEAD!"

Mydara laughs and scampers away from the vat and Katlynn.

Min widens her eyes in surprise, having not caught onto the plot upon entering only moments earlier. She can't keep an amused grin off her face entirly but she makes sure to hide it by busying herself helping one of the nearby apprentices.
Gemiron yips as one foot goes out from under him, causing his hands to fly up as he goes flumping down straight on his back to the stone floor with a loud shout. "Shellls, I think you just killed me.."

"Good!" Katlynn -shouts- at the top of her lungs, rolling right onto her stomach to claw her way across the stone floor and over to Gem. "That was -you- doing wasn't it!" Oh yes, she narrows her eyes on the Master, lips pursing in a hard frown. "I'd be -glad- if it killed you." But she sniffles, a little kind of weakness in all her bellowed threats. "My hair..is..purple!" A look of utter disdain replaced the angry frown, her bottom lip trembling pathetically. "Help me wash it out one of you,
quick." She glances at Min, frowns, then continues pouting at her hair.

Gemiron settles for tilting on his side and rubbing his back. "Oh settle down Kat, ask Mydara to help, she's your mentee, she'd be glad to get on your good side. Besides, I don't think I can stand up right now." Warmth and pathetic pout be damned, he's having trouble moving.

Mydara grabs a bowl of water and soap and heads over to Katlynn. She helps her wash out the dye and points at Gemiron. "It was all his idea." she says, watching Katlynn with fear at being so close to her.

The purple-dye sticks to those coppery-strands, clinging to the colour, and staining it a dark purple. Katlynn grabs some of the soapy water, scrubbing furiously with Mydara, but to no avail. "My hair is purple!" she wails pathetically, bottom lip still trembling. "My hair! My /hair/!" She glances down at Gemiron sprawled on the floor, and breathes in a long gulp of air, settling herself down. "Punishment will come." She promises them both, "And a lecture too."

Mydara takes a look at Katlynn and runs to a small vat. She pulls several powders from a shelf and begins mixing them into the vat. She stokes the fire beneath as she stirs the contents.

Jare walks back into the room beacoues as soon as he entered he left to fetch something. He spies whats going on and blinks. "Master..." is all he can manage to say.

Mydara continues stirring the vat, checking the consistancy every so often. She adds a few more powders and finishes stiring. She puts some of the dye into a small bowl and takes it over to Katlynn. "This should cover it, ma'am. It's as close to your natural color as i can get it."

Gemiron merely raises an eyebrow up at the towering Kat, sinc he's still on the floor. "Punishment indeed, you are the one that got your hair -barley- stuck in the vat Katly..."

Katlynn's sniffles again, entirely dramatising the situation. "But but...my hair!" she wails again, reaching out to take the bowl from Mydara's hands, her lips quirking into an -almost- appreciative smile, "How could you two do this to me! Really, conspiring against the craftsecond is not something I wouldsuggest Mydara." Even so, there's a tiny spark in her eyes, suggesting she might evenbe -proud- of such athing, if only the craftsecond wasn't herself. "Jare, look what they did to me!" She turns big-blue eyes on the senior apprentice, playing it up by pouting her lips, and tipping her head down with a forlorn little cry. "It's purple." The dye in the bowl is scooped out,slathered onto the hair that was dipped in the liquid--but to Kat's horror, it simply mixes, and turns it even /brighter/ purple than before.

Jare looks and still can't quite belive what is going on. "Master, Who or what happned? I mean what casued yer hair to become purple?"

Mydara watches in horror as the die doesn't work, just makes it
brighter. She cringes back from Katlynn.

Gemiron has enough wits about him to turn his gaze down towards Kat, and starts chuclingsoftly. "Poor Katly, are you siuck iwth half your hair being an odd color? Faranth's name, that is going to be -so- hard to live down..."

"My hair!" Katlynn wails for the hundreth time, tipping her head up towards the ceiling melodramatically. "I'll be known as...as...." but she doesn't get as far to finish, before she plants one hand down on the ground, and bobs herself up to a crouch, then stands. "Don't worry Mydara.." she adds with a slanted gaze at her mentee, "You won't be in *too* much trouble, just a lecture and some extra chores. Promise." Her expression is calmed into something of a half-smile, half-frown, while she
saunters off toward the back of the room, where a small basin of water is situated for such emergencies as this. "Mydara and Gem happened, Jare." She finally finishes up with, sulking as she dips her hair into the clear water.

Mydara sighs at the mention of extra chores. "Well, it looks like i wont get to Master Doran's mural untill at least the next seven-day." she mutters to herself.

Jare comes to stand next to Katlynn. "Can I help you with anything Master Katlynn?" He is abviously sucking up to Master Katlynn. "What did you do to her he asks."

Mydara looks over at Jare, then points an accusing finger at Gemiron. "It was all his idea" she declares.

Gemiron snorts at Jare and slowly pushes himslf up into a sitting position, still rubbing his back ruefully. "Owwww, that really hurt...this floor is uneven too...caught something on my back..."

Jare gives Gemiron a look, but thats all since after all he outranks Jare. "How could you do that to her? He shakes his head again. "How would you like it if someone did that to you? Hmmm??

"Aww Jare, your so sweet." Katlynn murmurs, sugary-soft, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Would you do me a favour though? Could you see that Johann knows Gemiron is to be helping him out in the kitchen--for dinner meals--for the next sevenday? I'd appreciate it." She gives the senior apprentice a bright smile, tipping her head to give him a coy flutter of her lashes. Hands are dipped into the water, swirling it about to try and see if any of the dye is coming out. A little sigh, and she gives up, pulling out and reaching to snag a spare bit of cloth from one of the racks. "I guess I'll have to put up with purple tips for a while." Because she is -not- getting it cut out.

Mydara walks over to the cloth she dyed earlier. She checks to see if they are dry. Seeing that they aren't dry yet she walks over to one of the vats and begins stirring.

Gemiron just -sorts- at Jare. "Oh please, spare me. I'e had worse doneto me and lived with it, while at a rank that didn't exactly protect me," he mutters, most obviously a little defensive.

Mydara gives the vat a last stir and looks out at the night sky. "Well. I should be heading to bed. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow." She waves to all as she walks out the door into the hallway.