These two structures feature open central rooms with triple tiers of bunks lining the walls. They are joined by a small tiled deck that bridges a narrow canal. They are filling with small numbers of candidates. The men are taking the structure on the east, females are settling into the bunks in the building nearest the commons.
Duncan wanders in from the commons with an distinctly unattractive phosphorine stench wafting after him. As he heads to the male side of the barracks, he's unaware of the wrinkled noses left in his wake. Re-emerging in fresh clothes and wet hair a few minutes later, he seems to smell a bit better. "I swear, if Teague asks me to juggle fire tonight, I'm gonna smack him. Working with fire after working with firestone is a big no."
Elfarran looks up from her cot, where she's been oiling her little brown and smiles a bit, "Sounds like a bad idea to me, certainly. How long have you two known each other?"
Duncan says "Me and Teague? A couple of sevendays less than we've been Candidates, really. We had some of the same classes with the Healers, but no real interaction."
Elfarran blinks slowly, then nods, "It just seems a little odd, what with you both juggling and being healers." Of course, she's a healer too, but she never really studied at the hall, either.
Duncan shrugs. "We didn't learn juggling at the hall, though. We learned it independently from that. And when there's studying to be done, it's hard to meet everyone, y'know?"
Elfarran nods, letting Nightsky fly to her shoulder with a sleepy chirp, before curling up for a nap, "Well, I guess it makes sense. Its just unusual, that's all."
