Post by Harbinger on Dec 14, 2015 23:00:37 GMT
One of the downsides of living in a rain forest was, well, the rain. It kept the environment lush, and the air constantly smelled like damp earth and growing things, which Telenon very much enjoyed. That said, every footstep outside soaked up rain or grabbed mud or snagged greenery. Walking into entrance halls without boots on meant very dirty shoes.
This included the candidate barracks, with the front corridor nearly caked with grime collected while the candidates were out doing their exercises or gathering in the jungle or even cutting back the encroaching plant life. At least people started taking off their boots before they got to the commons or the bunk rooms, but that wasn't exactly a perfect solution. Dirt and dust still collected in the barracks, and someone had to clean it up.
Today was a day of lessons and lectures, meaning that there ought to be very little dirt coming in and so someone had to take that dirt out. Telenon was one of them assigned to the weekly task of cleaning the floors and dusting the candidate barracks. He had a stiff-bristled broom in his hand, perfect for dislodging the larger chunks of mud, someone would come along with a finer broom to get as much of the smaller or missed patches, and lastly a mop to soak up what dirt and dust remained.
A three-person job at the minimum, but the others hadn't arrived yet. Not that they were late by any means, just that Telenon got there first. He leaned against a bunk, Rings curled around his neck and dozing. Coupled with the waiting, Telenon was feeling rather groggy himself. He tried to keep himself occupied by drawing in the dirt, but his broom didn't work well. The sweeper was getting sleepy.
This included the candidate barracks, with the front corridor nearly caked with grime collected while the candidates were out doing their exercises or gathering in the jungle or even cutting back the encroaching plant life. At least people started taking off their boots before they got to the commons or the bunk rooms, but that wasn't exactly a perfect solution. Dirt and dust still collected in the barracks, and someone had to clean it up.
Today was a day of lessons and lectures, meaning that there ought to be very little dirt coming in and so someone had to take that dirt out. Telenon was one of them assigned to the weekly task of cleaning the floors and dusting the candidate barracks. He had a stiff-bristled broom in his hand, perfect for dislodging the larger chunks of mud, someone would come along with a finer broom to get as much of the smaller or missed patches, and lastly a mop to soak up what dirt and dust remained.
A three-person job at the minimum, but the others hadn't arrived yet. Not that they were late by any means, just that Telenon got there first. He leaned against a bunk, Rings curled around his neck and dozing. Coupled with the waiting, Telenon was feeling rather groggy himself. He tried to keep himself occupied by drawing in the dirt, but his broom didn't work well. The sweeper was getting sleepy.
