Oh dear... -- Minerva Weyr: Dining Hall

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Date Posted: 12:54:00 03/20/02 Wed
Author: Tamiri
Subject: Oh dear...
In reply to: Minerva 's message, "Hmmm ;)" on 08:50:45 03/20/02 Wed

ooc: I could just tell your post would be dangerous by the title! Lol...Tamiri's never been the cleaning type, and I thought that the riders' weyrs were only accessible by dragon-back. Oh well, she can swallow her pride and do some cleaning...the store rooms would be adjacent to the dining hall, right? All right, BIC...

Having recieved her orders from the Weyrwoman, Tamiri rises and puts thoughts of fire lizards far from her mind--time to do some cleaning. With a mental sigh, she glances around, trying to locate the entrance to the store rooms. Her eyes spot a closed door, and she walks over to find that it did indeed say "Store Room" on it. Reaching out, she gave it a little push and was annoyed to hear that, while it opened, it gave a creaking sound. That would be something to fix, though with what she didn't know. She added it to her list of things to do, then entered the room, or, more acurately, rooms. With a scoff for whoever had last organized the room, she reaches the nearest shelf and swipes her finger in the dust, shaking her head at the layer there. While everything looked fresh, or at least usuable, the shelves neede a good dusting, and the contents re-arranged so as to be found easier. With a nod, she begins taking the herbs off the first shelf.

ooc again: sorry it kinda drops off like that, I've gotta get off!

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Finished -- Tamiri, 04:55:07 03/21/02 Thu
- [...Acknowledgement...] -- Auriga, 08:35:09 03/22/02 Fri