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 never know who'll walk through the door, tag: tomyas
Julaine
 Posted: Aug 22 2015, 06:07 PM
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    By all accounts, Julaine had seen a lot of things in the dining hall over the three turns since Discovery's founding. The unusual ingredients plentiful on this new planet made their way into the meals, often with less than ideal results, so on several occasions, she had seen an unfortunate diner flee the table looking faintly green. (On several occasions, it had been Julaine herself fleeing the kitchen, overwhelmed by the stench of some new herb.) And she'd witnessed a handful of arguments in the kitchens, including one incident where one irate cook lobbed a hunk of meat at another. She prided herself on thinking that nothing short of an aerial battle over the building could surprise her at this point.

    Well, this was no aerial battle, but it was certainly something new.

    The head cook had sent her into the dining area to wipe down the tables, so here she was, a rag in one hand and a bucket of water in the other — only to find a boy actually asleep under the table she was about to clean. He couldn't have been much older than her, maybe a new arrival in the kitchens trying to sneak in a bit of extra sleep, or an apprentice crafter who had hit the wine too hard. If he were a candidate, Julaine reasoned, surely he would be in their barracks. Whoever he was, she didn't need to know his life story; she just needed him to get up so she could clean the grassy-smelling klahroot stains out of this table.

    She practically had to lie down on the floor to reach him under there. She felt sort of guilty, waking someone who was clearly exhausted enough to fall asleep in the dining hall, but after a moment, Julaine reached out and prodded his shoulder with her fingertips. "Hey," she whispered. "You. You gotta— wake up."
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Tomyas
 Posted: Aug 23 2015, 10:26 PM
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    A normal person, once they decided they didn't like the feel of their bed and would rather sleep on the floor, would generally make themselves a pallet in their room. Slide under the bed in the candidate barracks and sleep there, instead. Keep to the sleeping quarters, at any rate. Tomyas, as it went, was apparently not a normal person. When he decided he didn't like his bed in the candidate barracks, rather than tactfully sleep in the corner of their room or in the common room of the barracks, he had instead opted to just avoid the entire sleeping quarters all together.

    Something about feeling trapped? It was too enclosed? He couldn't place a finger on exactly why he didn't want to be in there--- no matter the reason, either way, he avoided sleeping there. Which meant he had to find new spots to sleep in. So far he had tried outside, (which had gotten him the ire of several guard whers), in the kitchen (which had gotten him chased out), the infirmary---and the dining hall. He liked the infirmary best but, there were more eyes there, making getting a true good rest hard.

    Which left the dining halls.

    They were open, which was a plus, and less guarded than most of the other areas. He could slide under a table and sleep for a good few hours--- so it was his go to place for now.

    Which, could explain, why he was curled up under an especially dirty table, knees nearly touching his chest as he snoozed away. He had finished his chores for the day, most of them at least, and had opted to get some sleep in before he was called to lessons. He didn't get much free time--- he wanted to make do with the little he got.

    His sleep, though, seemed to be destined to be interrupted today. There was a gentle shove to his shoulder, something that caused the boy to groan in his sleep, followed by tightening into a ball even more, before a quiet voice broke through his dreamless sleep.

    "Wha---" Sleep addled, the boy blinked awake a moment, voice weary, before realization of where he was seemed to hit him full on and he panicked, sitting upright, failing his arms. "Shit, I was---"

    He forgot about the table above him. His poor head.

    "Fuck!"
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Julaine
 Posted: Aug 24 2015, 02:47 PM
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    For a moment she thought she was going to have to prod him again, because all the sleeping intruder did was ball himself up tighter, like a fluffy white cat dead-set on napping on top of the fresh laundry. But he seemed to stir when he heard her voice, and then in a split second his eyes snapped open and he sat up. Before she even had the chance to react, he had slammed his head straight into the dirty surface above him.

    In retrospect, maybe Julaine should have expected casualties in this expedition. The table wasn't very tall, after all, even if the boy wasn't very tall either. But what else could she have done? Drag him out from under there, still sleeping? She would rather be tapped awake, herself, than unceremoniously pulled out of bed. Still, she flinched at the thunderous bang of his head against the underside of the table, and the pained swearing after it.

    "Sorry!" she choked out, torn between reaching toward him or drawing back -- this wasn't something she'd prepared for and she was willing to bet this wasn't something anyone had prepared for, what was she supposed to do? -- and finally compromised by rocking forward on the balls of her feet. "I was. I have to—"

    She wanted to apologize for waking him up and, inadvertently, leading to his possible concussion; she wanted to say that she would have just let him sleep there while she cleaned, but the water would probably drip through the table and wouldn't that have woken him up anyway? None of that came out. Trapped in this unexpected situation, with the stench of klahroot in her nose and that cracking sound his head made against the table still lingering in her ears, she was at a complete loss for words. Her tongue felt less like a tongue and more like some kind of flat, pink beet that had taken root in her mouth. She didn't want to meet his eyes; she was worried he would be embarrassed, somehow, if she looked at him. Julaine jerked up the rag in her hand, sort of half-heartedly shaking it at him and hoping that would serve as an explanation.

    "Sorry," she said again, twisting the end of one of her braids, concentrating on the crackling slide of hair between her fingers. "Are you— um. Are you okay?"
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Tomyas
 Posted: Aug 25 2015, 11:26 PM
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    As soon as his head connected with the table above it Tomyas ducked downwards again, arms instinctively reaching up to cradle his poor abused head while his tongue spat out curses under his breath. Turns of traveling with the less savory of types had given him quite a range in vocabulary, as well, and he was able to go through a slew of them while the girl who had woken him up seemed to panic in front of him. He squeezed an eye open as she stumbled over words, cursing stilling, and gave her a look of ire as she pulled on her hair.

    What the hell was her problem?

    "Okay? Am I okay? IjusthitmyheadnoI'mnotokay." Rubbing the top of his head, between the fluffs of his hair, once last time the candidate sighed before eyeing the girl once more. His anger was still there but, starting to dissipate as his exhaustion began to catch up with him again. Why the hell did she have to pick this table to clean? That's what she was doing, right? Cleaning? He assumed so by the rag, at least.

    "Fuck. Warn a guy next time." Sitting up straight, carefully this time, he gave the girl a glare and crossed his arms, trying to look tougher than he was.

    "Go clean a different table. I want to go back to sleep. Can'tyoujustskipyourchoreslikeapropercandidate?"
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Julaine
 Posted: Aug 26 2015, 10:59 AM
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    For someone who'd just been caught sleeping somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, this boy sure was giving her a lot of attitude about it. Julaine sneaked a glance at his face and found him sporting an affronted glare that made her bristle defensively. "Warn you?" she repeated, incredulous. Like he was blaming her because he sat up too fast and smacked his head on the underside of a table he shouldn't have been sleeping under in the first place.

    "You shouldn't even— be here." She glared right back at him (albeit more toward his mouth than his eyes). Two could play at this game. Especially when he had the nerve to demand she go clean some other table. "Why don't you. Find another bed?" I mean, who would choose to sleep on the cold, hard dining room floor of their own volition? Who does that? If she let him stay, she'd probably take the fall whenever the headwoman found out, and she wasn't about to put herself on the line for some pasty stranger who looked barely old enough to be a candidate. Which apparently was what he had mistaken her for.

    Julaine pursed her lips, drawing back and dunking her rag into the bucket she'd placed off to the side. She swept the frayed cloth over the table, this time hoping a little that the water would drip through onto the boy. "M'not a candidate."
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