Guards Headquarters
Set aside from the main caverns of the Weyr, this room is rarely silent. It's dominated by the public area near the wide arch of a doorway, where there are chairs and tables set in little groups, availible as work desks and chatting spots. Further back into the mountain is several curtained alcoves, used for such things as a private office for the Captain, storage for paperwork, records and miscellanea. Continueing into the rock, the last section is sheilded by heavy curtains that, when pushed aside to let someone pass, shows the cots for the Guards to sleep.
Hanging around are eleven firelizards.
You see Nee's Hidden in a Corner Multicolored Cot, OOC HRW Guard Etiquette Book <read OOC>, Sinead's Cot, Chalea, Miria's Sweet Lil' Stowaway, Kila's Mat, Dry organic waste, Aiwen's Cot, and Will's Cot here.
You notice Nalla, Daei, Aiwen, Miria, William, Alars, and Leolin asleep here.
Sinead is here.
Obvious exits:
Bowl

Miria has connected.

Shnooooork. Miria is half-asleep on her cot after working the night shift. Mouth open, snoring softly, limbs everywhere... delightful looking, isn't it. Not exactly. Bronze Truffle dares to nip her on the nose, and Miria sits bolt upright, nearly flinging the poor bronze across the barracks. "GAAAH!"

Miria
Well-proportioned at 5'6, Miria otherwise strays from average. Hair of extremely light blonde, sun-bleached and pale to the extent some could swear it was white, falls to her waist. Two large foot-and-a-half long tufts of hair poof up from the top of her head, then hang down in front of her face to create bangs. Her eyes are of different colors- left eye blue, right eye dark brown. There is a scar on her neck, about a hand long. Her lips are full and salmon-pink.
A cobalt tunic covers Miria's upper body. Worn over it is a black leather jacket, unzipped completely, exposing her tunic clearly. Attached to its left side is a pair of silver crossed swords, the opposite side with a badge, the blue-black heraldry of High Reaches. Her pants are the same hue as her tunic, tucking into well-polished ankle-high Cromcoal boots. Holding the breeches to her waist, black encircles her waistline, joined just below her belly-button in a copper buckle, with a guard's knife and other assorted guard things attached. A bronze firelizard is perched on her shoulder.
Whoo! Back to guard-ness again. The blue and black knot of a 'Reachian guard recruit dangles proudly off her shoulder.
She is a young adult of about 20. She is awake and looks alert.

Sinead watches Mirs a second, standing by a chair. "MIRIA! Rise and shine Recruit!" Aww, don't yah just hate Eadlet. "And get you'r butt over here, on the double!" mean woman.

Tekin is right behind Sinead, standing quietly with his hands folded behind his back, watching as Sinead does her drill sergeant bit. So good with the recruits, that guard...

StumblethunkWAAAH! "Ah! Um! Yes ma'am," hurriedly says Miria, flopping off her sheets, quickly fixing them up, smoothing her hair out, and trying to look presentable. "Good morning!" She gets her butt on over to Sinead, along with the rest of her, and salutes. "...Ma'am," she hastily appends after the greeting.

Sinead tries not to die of laughter as she returns the salute and lowers her arm. "Recruit Miria, I have heard some, well, rather interesting comments from some rather reliable resources," she states. "What have you to say about this?" she clasps her hands behind her back.

"Begging your pardon, Sinead, ma'am," Miria says (it's so awkward- she has to say this to her own /sister/!), "but who said them, and what're the comments about?" She drops her arms quickly. It's been lonely ever since Ajala left the barracks.. now it's just Miri left to provide the weirdness.

Tekin coughs at Miria, glancing over his shoulder toward the Bowl with a lifted eyebrow, "it's afternoon, recruit," he says, dryly, looking to Sinead and lifts the other eyebrow, foregiving shock and surprise.

Sinead nods. "Nothing too bad, Recruit Miria," she states, an evil glint in her eyes. "Or, should I say, Guard Miria?" she questions, shifting towards the chair, and pulling out something or two from behind the cushion, which are hidden behind her back.

Snork. "Wh...aaa?" Her eyes do pop open some. Bloody shards, Miria thinks she's dreaming. If you could read her thoughts, they'd be 'Shards, that klah was spiked, wasn't it?'. Well, actually, it wasn't, but Miria's pretty tired, so she doesn't know. "Guard?"

Tekin chuckles, a sound coming from deep in his throat or maybe even his chest as he watches Sinead's move. "Listen to what your sister said, Guardsman Miria," he says, nodding toward Sinead, "she has something for you.."

Sinead nods. "Yes, Miria, the honor has been given to me to present these to you," she notes, beaming with pride for her little sister. Ead presents to Miria her guards knot, as well as a box. Miria may recognize this part from when Eadlet got promoted. "Aye, listen and listen well L'il Sis."

Oooh! Now Miria's awake. She gives Sinead a knowing nod, after blinking a few times, and takes the box and knot with a more steady smile, while... listening, apparently. Hm. Nice post-nap occurrence, isn't it?

Sinead grins slightly. "Now, Gaurdsman, you know very well that this is only an excuse to give you more work, right?" she states, grinning slightly. "Not that you mind that much, I'm sure..."

"Well, open the box," Tekin says, motioning to the item a broad smile on his face as Sinead explains the details of more work going along with the title. Training recruits. Paperwork. Reporting to the Captain...

Sinead
A dark oval shape is framed by long tresses of ebony hair, which cascade down the length of her back, though they're normally braided. Icy blue peers out from her dark complexion, accentuating her eyes. Her innocent appearance is amplified by a button nose and a petite mouth. Standing at a muscled five feet and six inches, Sinead moves with steady grace, speaking of competance and skill as easily as the several turns of callouses that roughen her capable, and elegant hands. Her limbs are long and graceful, just as her torso. Her body is well muscled after turns of hard work.
A cobalt sisal shirt peeks out from under a tight leather jacket; both unbuttoned just a shade more than they should be, yet, somehow still staying appropriate. On teh left of the jacket glimmers a badge, crossed swords depicted in teh silver stitching that catches the light like woven starlight. On a badge to the right sits the proud, black mountains of the High Reaches, cast over a sapphire sky. Dark suede encircles an elegant waist, teh copper of the buckle highly polished to catch the light enticingly. A second skin of black flows over the curve of her hips, pants clinging to muscled legs, only to be swallowed by onyx boots. The finishing touch to this outfit is the well kept, glimmering belt knife, which is tucked safely in a sheath, attached to her belt, for safe keeping.
A highly polished silver brooch sits neatly on Sinead's shirt. Two swords, pointing downward cross over eachother, sticking out with great brilliance.
Black and blue cords twist into a single loop upon ead's left shoulder. A long tail designates her rank to be that of Guardsman of High reaches Weyr.
She is a young adult of about 21. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Tekin
Standing at two inches past six feet, this man's height is mostly due to his long slim legs, while his torso is a more normal size with well-trained shoulders and a broad chest. His face is angular with high cheekbones, a square jaw and a broad nose. Slanting, amber eyes compliments his klah-colored skin and black frizzy hair, which has been cropped close to his scalp. Black markings embedded in the skin of his right hand, portray a simplistic image of a tunnelsnake, wrapping its tail around his wrist.
Straight-lined over shoulders, and down the front and back, Tekin's deep-blue cotton shirt has been reinforced with extra padding in vital places. Black wher-hide trousers, equally straight-lined, adorn his long legs to be tugged neatly into a pair of knee-high boots, polished to a shine. A black jacket, thick-lined with white fleece for Reaches winters, fit snugly to his upper body, its simple cut enhancing the impression of his uniform. Stitched to the fabric of both shirt and jacket - on the left shoulder - is the badge of the Guard; two silver swords crossing, while on the right shoulder is the badge of High Reaches Weyr with its seven spindles. A green firelizard is perched on his shoulder.
Two thick cords of black and blue twist together in a single loop around his left shoulder. With a long tail it designates his rank as being Guardsman of High Reaches Weyr.
He is a young adult of about 28. He is awake and looks alert.

Process this information... oh, Miria remembers now! See, her brain does not work so well just after waking up. "I know." Well, at least she's not at the bottom of the pyramid. She opens up the box in order to find what's inside...

Sinead waits in anticipation. "Work, more work, you'll be just like Tek and I Mirs," she points out, grinning slightly.

Tekin nods with a mock-sad look on his face, "aye, much more work, Miria... You'll not have time for much fun from now on I'm 'fraid," he says, trying to keep a straight face as he talks.

"A knife?... oh, thank you! Yes, I know I've got work coming." Miria isn't /that/ much of a ditz really. "Really? Oh, I'll find a way to make time, somehow." All work and no play makes guards dull folks, you know. "But I think I'm prepared for it. Thanks." She offers a smile to Tekin... and a beam to her sister. "Thanks so much."

Sinead chuckles and nods, trying to keep her own straight face. "Oh, we never get to have any fun at all, do we Tek?" she questions of the guard. "And you worked hard for it Mirs, congratulations."

"Must run in the family," Tekin mutters, grinning at one then the other. "You both took too long getting here, y'know. Most recruits are done with their training after a turn or so..." Shrugging, he nods at Sinead, "aye, no fun at all.. When the Weyr has those big parties, guess who's sober?"

"Eh. I hate alcohol anyway. My drink got switched with it one time by some little prankster in the lower caverns and my first thought was something like 'what died in my mug?' ...Ugh." Miria winces slightly. "Now what I like is klah! You're not drunk, but all the sugar in it... whoo boy."

Sinead eyerolls to Tek. "Shut up," she states, chcuking slightly. "Mirs, congratulations, now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do," yah, right.

Tekin has work too. Ayup.

Sinead wonders what work is? Tek, work? Never ;)

Very secret, very stealthy. Nobody knows.

No one knows when Eadlet does work either.... Gee, I wonder what these two do when they're 'working'...

Ahem
What?
What 'what'?
I didn't say nothin.
So. Can't I say 'ahem' without explaining? ;)
Exactly? Anyway, why would you 'ahem' over Ead and Tek not working?
Just 'ahem', isn't it? If not working they're doing something else... };)
But what? Now /that/ is the question.
Dun, dun, dunnnnn....
Do dododododododododododo....
I don't understand that.
ARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Eep!
Gurgle..... Rattle... Bleagh...
Eep, fear!
Sigh.. "Goodbye, cruel world...."

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Yah, sure ;)

[OOC:] Tekin takes a bow... "Thank you, thank you!!"
[OOC:] Sinead smoochies Tek...
[OOC:] Tekin looks for flowers. "Well...?"
[OOC:] Sinead has flowers and chocolates, here
[OOC:] Tekin says "Ahhh.. Merci, merci.. You're too kind."
[OOC:] Sinead tries.
[OOC:] Sinead goes to attend to dishes anyway... bbiab

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