Working in the dark.

Characters Quillan, Tivaly
Synopsis With the power out at Igen, a Harper and a Miner briefly discuss the problem and its longevity.
Out-of-Character Date October 21, 2014

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 rectangular tables, almost too many to count. The Weyrleaders have the table farthest from the kitchen and hearths at one end of the cavern. The hearths are kept as low-burning as possible during the day when folk come inside to escape the heat outside. They burn brighter at night to keep away the deserts chill. No matter hte level of flame, there is always a stew pot that hangs for 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 cooling system.

Reactions to catastrophe - if one can call it that - vary. Some people simply shrug and go about their work, others congregate in knots together and murmur, others hastily seek the source and means to correct the problem, and others hang back and watch all this. Tivaly is among the latter. She sits in the midday living caverns, a book open on the table in front of her, a sparse lunch of crackers and cheese and fruit on a table beside her, and a group of people at the next table over, talking animatedly about the problems with the lights. There are still efforts made to brighten up the room, with more glowbaskets brought in as the glows themselves are found, but it's definitely not as cheerfully well-lit as the electric lights would provide, and that's what has people talkin'.

Quillan's amongst those who aren't really so fussed about getting involved in the whole power thing. Not that the Minecraft knot on his shoulder suggests he'd be any good with helping out, anyway! The apprentice mooches into the living cavern from the direction of the living quarters, grabbing himself a piece of fruit and a bubbly pie from what food is offered, then he slips into a seat near Tivaly. "Stupid electricity," he grumbles, inspecting the skin of his redfruit to make sure it's properly edible. "Has anyone said when it'll be back on?"

Tivaly, pulling her eyes off the grumbling people at the next table, gives Quillan an agreeing smile-and-nod at his opening remarks, closing the book in front of her and sliding it onto her lap in an indication that, sure, she'll have a chat for now. "A lot of people," she answers ruefully, right about the time that someone at that next table announces that it's absolutely stupid that it's taking even this long, and what is wrong with this situation?! "Most of them don't know what they're talking about, unfortunately."

"So when will it be back? Electricity shouldn't be allowed to go off, just like that. What if we're in the middle of something important?" Quillan, it would seem, doesn't fully understand electricity and how it works - it's just there. He bites into his fruit, slumping forward with his elbow on the table propping hiself up. "What're you doing while it's all darlk like this now?"

A shrug pretty much sums up Tivaly's knowledge of the timeline for electrical restoration. Well, that and a sympathetic half-smile, one that understands Quillan's frustrations even if she doesn't specifically share them. "From what it sounds like, it didn't just 'go off.' The word 'tampering' has come up more than once." Though not at the table next to them, where it's mostly just about complaining emptily. As for her part, she leans forward, elbow on the table, chin on her palm, and uses the other hand to fuss with her crackers before answering. "Working by glowlight, primarily. It's terrible for your eyes, but work can't simply stop because the lights have." That latter is said in a pompous voice, clearly a mimic of someone and not her own, personal take on the matter.

Quillan gives a grumpy shrug of his shoulders, a gesture only an irritated teen can achieve. "I can't do my work by glowlight. Well, I can't do my work at all here, but I'm supposed to be working from a textbook and I can't read it properly without real light." He rolls his brown eyes, then huffs dramatically. "Actually, maybe I'll just see if I can go work from the Crafthall or something. It's only between away, right? My mum will take me, no worries." Quill waves a hand dismissively; he's got a ride sorted. "I've seen you in the dorms, I think? Around, anyway. What's your name?"

Doubt passes obviously over Tivaly's features, a quick squint and the cant of her head, and she munches on a cracker while Quillan talks about his problems lacking real light. Chewing, swallowing, she comments, "It does make one wonder how people managed for all those centuries without electric lights, doesn't it," like she totally agrees with his plight. She nods encouragingly - only a between away - and then answers for herself, "Tivaly, of Harper Hall. You're… it starts with a Q, I think? Well, a Q-U."

"Tivaly. Cool name. Harpers aren't so bad." That's practically praise, in Quillan's opinion. He holds his hand out across the table to Tivaly, for her to shake if she will. "I woulda said it starts with a 'kwi', but you got the letters right, at least. Quillan, Minecraft apprentice. I'm learning to blow stuff up for a living." And he is very, very proud of it too, as his over-large grin gives away. "I only do that outside of the Weyr, though. So you're safe."

Tivaly takes the offered hand with her own ink-stained one, giving it a quick and polite shake. And if she happens to retract her hand about the time that he announces his intention to KERSPLODE things for a living… well, surely that's just coincidence. "I really thought people were making that up," she confesses. Either Quillan's reputation precedes him, or she's just the sort of nosy Harper that'd go asking questions about people. "But that's comforting. Being blown up would really just be the cherry on top of this particularly gloomy sundae," with a glance up to the nearest glowbasket.

"Aw, shit," Quillan cusses with the inflection of someone who's just learnt a naughty word, "do you think the icecream in the freezers is going to all melt? I wanna go check - what if it's melting and it's got to be eaten? D'you like icecream? Wanna come with me?" There's icecream aplenty and it all needs to be nommed on, if the freezers are without power! His bubbly pie is practically forgotten - at least until he knocks it with his hand in his eagerness.

Tivaly blinks in the way of someone who's just really not used to boys cursing at her. Little Miss Prim takes a second to switch gears, from 'aw shit' to 'let's get ice cream' is a pretty big leap, after all. "Er… I wouldn't go in there, if I were you. The kitchens were a wreck even when the lights were working." By which she means: no, she's staying here, thx.

"Nah, it's ok. There's a way to sneak around the back…" Spoken like a true Weyrbrat! Quillan picks up that nearly-forgotten bubbly pie, and takes a big bite out of it. He munches his way through it, barely having swallowed before continuing to talk. "And anyway, if you speak nicely to Shanza, she'll always let you get whatever you want, so if there's ice cream that's in need of eating…" The Minecraft teen shrugs his shoulders, then stands up, ready to go find out. "It's all for the good of the ice cream and the Weyr, Tivaly-oh. You coming?"

"Not so much for the good of my figure, though," Tivaly demurs, shaking her head and very firmly staying put. "Good luck, though."

"It's a pretty good figure. Keep it." Quillan gives Tivaly a double thumbs up before he heads off, strutting determinedly towards the kitchens.

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