Kiva Kijewski

November 12, 2005 2:29 AM

Kiva Kijewski

Former Staff
Subject: Headmaster
Written by: Amelle Nicchi

Midterm cleaning by Kiva Kijewski

Kiva had been in her living quarters when the Mud storm had hit the school. She had felt the electricity in the air and heard the first cracks of thunder. They were deafening and startled her. She had only enough time to grab the school owl (who she had tried to release, but apparently he was far too scared to leave the confines of the cage just yet) and Ria and lunge herself into her adjoining windowless bathroom just before her windows imploded.

She sat on the floor stunned by the disaster created by the storm and left her quarters only to find her students waiting for her. After assessing the situation and making sure everyone was there, Kiva allowed them back into their commons. Luckily enough there had been little damage to their commonroom and dorms simply because of where they were located and that the windows were smaller and farther up on the wall. It took her awhile, with the help of the older students, to get the place comfortable again. Making sure the mud was gone and nothing was stained, repairing the windows and whatever else happened to have been broken. She took most of her time within the dorms, helping to repair their personal items, but at the end, she was proud with the work they had done and the teamwork they had shared.

Now with the students gone, Kiva had other duties to do. She had spent much of the week caring for some of the animals and cleaning up both her office and her quarters. The work was tedious and she often came out looking as though she had just swam in a giant mud puddle, but when she was finally finished with it, she could look upon her work with satisfaction.

However, today she was spending her time outside. She was bundled in a warm winter jacket, hat, and gloves as she slowly worked within the Owlry. Most of the owls had found safe havens while the storm blasted through, but some hadn't been so lucky. Treating them took time and patience, both of which Kiva had.

When she was finished cleaning and healing the last of the owls, Kiva went about cleaning up the rest of the owlry. By the time she was finished, her energy was drained and every muscle in her body ached painfully. She could only imagine how everyone else was dealing. She could remember her reaction when she saw the rest of the school. She had thought her office and commonroom had been destroyed, it was nothing to some of the empty classrooms or the infirmary. Or even the library. She helped where she could, but most of her time was spent with her own messes to clean.

And now they had the issue to of the wards to deal with. How long before another disaster? If there even was another one. And what would they do if they couldn't find a solution? There were so many questions, but so little answers. And though Kiva wanted to know, she knew better than to force the issue upon Headmistress Marnett or Professor Bulla. They were under enough stress as it was and she certainly didn't want to be another problem for either of them.

Kiva sighed heavily as she left the Owlry and surveyed the gardens. What a horrible mess. Kiva didn't know how long she stood there staring at the gardens. Occassionally she would see a Prairie elf stumble along, cleaning and repairing the gardens as much as he/she could, but nothing else stirred. Snow began to drift down from the heavens and Kiva lifted her eyes to watch it decend with a sort of elegant beauty to it.

Hugging herself tightly, Kiva walked deeper into the Labyrinth garden to help with the cleanup. As soon as she knew where to start that was...\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Scurry

November 18, 2005 9:01 AM

Scurry

Peripheral
Written by: Emily Lewis

scrub-a-dub-dub, this school needs a tub by Scurry

Bowed down under the weight of the equiptment that he had deemed necessary to look the proper part of a Janitor of the First Order, Scurry did his best to live up to his name on his way to scrub the building again. However, the combination of the newly fallen snow, the icy mud and the weight left him floundering more often that not, up to his waist in muck, and struggling to free himself and regain his tools. He was not deterred though, oh no! Not he! Not while Master Paul Simon depended on Scurry doing his duty!

Scampering a further few feet, he would have stopped for the usual "Morning, Miss Kiva, Sir. How is you doing?" when he passed the youg professor, but there just wasn't the time for the usual signs of respect. He hoped she wouldn't think less of him.

The muttering of a passing elf armed with a rake pointed him into the path, being cleared by two prairie elves armed with a shovel and a makeshift plow. They must have been at work for much of the mornings as already there was a god bit of path cleared up. Scurry followed along as they obligingly helped make a path to the spot he was supposed to start in, and gave them some additional help magically urging it on through one sticky spot before one turned and wisely said that he would be better off saving his magic for his own task.

Scurry was forced to agree, and was glad of it when they turned the last corner. The building was positively caked with mud! The windows, naturally, had been cleaned up first, but it simply wasn't the look that he knew the Professors and Master Paul Simon wanted for the school. It was dirty and muddy and terrible.

It took a while, but at last he got everything, in more or less one piece, to the starting spot. Putting it all down, then diving after the bucket and tugging it from the grasp of the muck which only let go with a disagreeable slurp before putting it down again in a slightly safer spot he tilted his head back as far as it would go and simply looked up. Up, up, up.

There was a lot of work needing to be done.

Snow drifted intermittingly down as Scurry set to work, singular flakes gently descending until they settled. The cold was in its way almost as good as heat would have been. While baking temperatures would have let the mud set hard, instead it was rimmed with a shell of frozen mud. Scurry, after a moments thought, grabbed his own shovel and gave the wall and experimental poke. The crust broke, and icy cold mud slithered down the wall. Underneath the spot, he could see the texture of the building, even as the thin layer still stuck slowed down and stopped.

This was going to be a long week.\n\n
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