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Igen Weyr - Living Caverns
Second only to the Hatching Sands in size — although its walls are not so nearly circular — the living cavern is filled with numerous tables, almost too many to count. Most bear markings by rank and Wing, though there are a couple of dozen free for anyone's use. The Weyrleaders and other ranking residents have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths, although the hearths are kept as low-burning as possible, just enough to keep the stew pot that always hangs for late-night nibblers at a good temperature. Favored drinks, particularly iced klah and juice, are kept on ice and interspersed at various food tables scattered about, along with baskets of rolls and fruit. There are, of course, scheduled mealtimes, and at certain points of the day the available fare slides into the menu for the nearest meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late-night snackings, but the staff has long since acknowledged that people will sit to talk and nibble here at all hours. In the cooler parts of the evening in particular, the cavern hosts games of chess, checkers, dragonpoker, and others. Several degrees are knocked off thanks to the Technician Craft's new cooling system. There are several 'places' that you can find a seat at.

R’oc comes through the entrance and a large pile of paperwork in his arms, a low grumbling can be heard coming from deep in his chest. His face less than happy, as his teeth grind and eyes search for something to set him off. He moves towards a table and slams the paper work down and kicks the chair back so he can get a seat. "Do this…do that…." He mumbles as the rider looks around for a split second before he exclaims. "Hello is anyone working around here?!" The anger in his voice should be a clear sign to avoid the rather cantankerous bronzer.

Its not as if the caverns are empty of others. Give people a minute to notice and get there? And yet it would seem that everyone else on duty knows something that Zorya doesn't and its the blonde Istan who is sent to the bronzerider's table. "Redfruit juice, sir?" the girl offers with a bit of hesitation at his apparent mood. That's what he had the other day wasn't it?

R'oc turns as soon as the girl approaches and then his teeth stop grinding for only a moment to say. "You mean you haven't gotten it yet?" He shakes his head and then begins to separate the papers and looks them up and down. He turns his head to her for a second and then says. "Your still here? Is this your first day?!" He asks knowing the answer just being irrational and irritating, and unfortunately he's taking it out on poor Zorya.

Zorya shakes her head. "No, sir. It wo-," but she doesn't finish the thought of rationality as he goes on. "Right away, sir." is the simple reply as the girl ducks her head and slips off in search of the juice in question. She returns it as quickly as possible, setting the glass on the table making sure its back far enough to not easily be knocked over while still in easy reach. Best not to further upset the irrational. "Can Ah get ya anything else?"

"Get me six meat rolls and make sure they haven't been sitting around, I want fresh made rolls. Get me some roast wherry, and make sure the slices are not too thin, but don't make them too thick or I'll really get angry." He doesn't even regard her as he looks over the paperwork and as he watches the papers a bit of anger begins to well up. "Do I have to go do it myself?"

"No, sir." Zorya replies, turning to once again head off in search of the man's request. What? Does she have to jump on every little word? If that were the way it was she'd miss something to first time he asked and that would doubtfully be pretty either. This time it takes .far. longer that simply fetching juice. Matter of fact, he wants the fresh he'll get fresh. So she's heading for the kitchen rather than the food tables to get those meatrolls before a few slices of wherry are selected from the platter and the plate delivered.

Sianne enters from below, smiling, chattering and looking rather happy with herself. "What a beautiful day." she calls cheerily, moving on a direct back towards the growling R'oc. "He being nasty Zorya?" she asks of the candidate before leaning down to the Weyrsecond and kissing his cheek. "I can make him smile, trust me."

R'oc tries as hard as he can to make an angry face, but as the kiss is pressed agains his cheek he lets a small grin slip by. "I'm no grouchy…." He says straying off and reading the papers holding off of yelling at the poor candidate. She's lucky she didn't get to interview with him today. "I'm always like this, stupid paperwork, don't even have time to swin or relax." Yup comes with the territory of being second and he thought he was going to have it easy. "Is my food ready yet." Obviously not paying attention to the very well mannered and quick girl, she's already brought his food and just hasn't noticed. He's just trying to be grumpy now.

Irrational, yes. Terse, yes. Nasty, not by her definition apparently being that Zorya shakes her head as Sianne joins R'oc. "No, Ma'am." The girl does pull a bit more of a smile at the weyrwoman's comment however. "Right here, sir." she offers, sliding the place onto the table, remembering the food in hand as it's mentioned. "My uncle stopped by earlier," she adds, gaze slipping back to Sianne, "He wanted me ta let ya know Mai had the baby las' night."

Sianne grins over at Zorya, "I'll send my gift over to them later on then." SLowly she moves to stand beside R'oc, looking down at him with a shake of her head. "I tried to warn you but perhaps if I supply you with offspring your sourfaces will go away?" Dropping into a chair she works hard to distract R'oc. "What did Mai have? I don't remember if L'ton told me or not the other night."

R'oc begins to slowly warm up and be a bit less grouchy. "Thank you." He mumbles as he take a slice of meat and stuffs his mouth and then moves all the papers into one stack and then leans back in his chair. "Then I could make them do the paper work." He chuckles a bit and then reaches up to cover his face with his hands. Then slowly letting them droop down, he watches the conversation before he takes another tasty slice and into his bottomless pit of a mouth it goes. "I thought you were kidding about the work anyways."

Sianne shakes her head, "I never joke about things like that." she notes quickly. "I hope you wouldn't be upset about that..more children to the brood that already runs in and out of the weyr." A smile to Zorya, a hand waving to an empty seat. "Tell me, have you found any eggs out there that call out to you?"

"A boy. They named him Zelik." Zorya replies, offering the name as well for the woman. "Ah don't think…" she starts towards R'oc, but she'll leave it rest. Best not to push things even if Sianne's presence seems to have made a difference as well as the arrival of food. "Is everythin ta your likin?" is the question posed to the weyrsecond before she's motioned towards a seat. "Thank you, and yes. There's a few." she answers, sliding into the empty chair. "They're much nicer than Eastern's if ya ask me. .. which.. you didn't." So maybe she shouldn't have elaborated.

R'oc laughs and then stands up leaving the stacks of papers right in front of Sianne, and he begins to walk slowly towards the door as she's distracted by Zorya. But then Zorya has to give him away and he turns slowly and nods. "MMMMMM” he says moving back and then waiting for Sianne to look back before escaping out the doors without the papers. "Love ya babe!" He yells back as he escapes the work.

Sianne smiles at Zorya, "Zelik, good name." she notes quickly. "Yes, I've heard that from a few others but well Igen Dragons are better then others." There's a smile to R'oc a hand reaching out to him before she begins to sputter at all the papers he left behind. "I'll make you pay for this." she hollers out. "Love you but you will pay."

Zorya can't help but laugh at the exchange, even if she does try to keep it to a minimum. "Ah'd offer ta help." she notes with a slight nod towards the remaining stack of papers, "But Ah don't know Ah'd be much good." That and as if she weren't busy enough with chores and the like.

Sianne flicks a finger at the papers, looking at them as if they might jump out and bite her for that. "The one thing that is the bane of any weyrwomans life is the mounds of paperwork that never seems to go away but only get bigger."

Zorya lifts a shoulder in a light, half shrug. "Ah think its just a a thing with paperwork. Weyrwoman or not." she replies. "Ah use ta help my grandfather back home some. Not the same Ah'm sure but…" Its an attempt to sympathize.

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