Cheater, cheater, pupmkin eater: A log for the Redwall Abbey Summer Feast Festival thang: GAME DAY
RW Abbey: Open Ground
The Open Ground is a place for feasts, good times and just general social meetings. The wide-open space allows a large group of beasts to gather upon the plush grass and chat. But it also allows access to many places of the abbey, towards the walls of the abbey is the Bell Tower. Notable abbey defenders graves alongside the plot of land the massive structure takes up. A staircase shrouded by a case of stone allows one to make their way to the busy infirmary. The large brass lined doors to the lower dormitory are also evident from this position.
The earth is worn slightly bare in some patches here. The area for conversing in the heat is used often by small children by the size of the dry spots. The summer is in full blast now, trees from the orchards near-by tempting one to seek shelter under it's shade.
Exits: [Gr]aveyard, [Up] the stairs to the Ramparts, [G]arden of the [L]ate Rose, [A]long [S]ide the [I]nfirmary, [B]ell [T]ower, [Infirm]ary, Lower [Dorm]itory, Redwall [Entry]
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Greased Pole
token
Murdock the male otter and Magramba the male squirrel. Volos the male mouse. LilyMoore the female mouse. Lacota the male squirrel. Benar the squirrel Abbot. Various spoofed Dibbuns and such.
It's Field Day, or whatever. All Murdock knows is that it's time to run around and hit people, although he's holding in the hitting for when no one will notice. So for now he's just running around, in this case towards the start of the sack race, where a tall squirrel is directing a group about to begin the charge. "Dibbuns aged four to six seasons only for this run, please," the somewhat dirty-looking squirrel insists as Murdock steps into his sack, toeing the line eagerly near the 'referee'. "Mister sworrel Champ'in too slow t' beats me," he confides to the nearest competitor, glancing over at the Champion where he's lining up the racers and gently prodding them back from the line. "An' /y're/ too slow t' beats me too!" With that he shoots out his tongue and blows a rude raspberry, all the while keeping one eye out for the starting signal.
Volos is doing what he's chosen to do with every event so far, observe it from a safe distance with a look of wary distaste. He limps slowly around the festivities, watching but there's a certain reluctance to get involved or stop too close to the crowds. He's certainly not getting close to the dibbuns, they're forming gangs and they have sacks, who knows what they're up to.
LilyMoore has decided to not enter into the sack race, hoping to save her energy for the Greased Pole event. Some of the Dibbuns are pouting by the sidelines because they're not old enough. Squirrelbabe, the DAB ringleader who never answers to her real name, is sulking and not even watching; fortunately, most of the other Dibbuns seem to be much better sports and are watching eagerly to see what happens next. Either that, or they forgot why they were upset. Dibbuns are weird. The older Dibbuns are listening to what the adults are saying.
Lacota is back under his shade tree, still on a break from the kitchen. "I do believe I heard somebeast say they want me to judge some event, but I don't feel inclined to, Magramba, unless there's something in it for me..."
"Alright, ready? On your marks, get set-" And a dibbun breaks free from the group and barrels awkwardly down the track. The count stops while Magramba trots out onto the field with no assistance from Lacota to retrieve the eager beaver, who is, weirdly, actually a beaver, and puts them back on the line. "On your marks, get set, go!" And Murdock leaps forward, with a titanic shove towards the two dibbuns beside him, a squeaky "Outta m'way!" shouted as he lunges ahead.
Lacota waves a paw. "The winner gets a serving of my best Strawberry Tarts!" Jul 21, 2016 at 1 p.m.
Lacota adds, "I don't know whose decision it was..."
The watching Dibbuns start screaming cheers for their favourite 'athletes'. LilyMoore is watching Murdock closely, suddenly suspicious as she sees a couple of Dibbuns fall. She climbs partway up a nearby tree to get a better view... Squirrelbabe has vanished, but Grace the Gosling is hugging her blue blankie close as she shouts encouragement to nobody in particular.
It's unfortunate that one of the places furthest away from the dibbuns is the finish line. Which in his attempt to keep as far away from the suspicious looking dibbuns as possible Volos has ended up not far from. Now they're all running his way. It's somewhat terrifying even if they are small. Volos raises his walking stick in front of him a little defensively but relaxes slightly since it appears that the dibbuns are taking each other out.
Gallumping along at a decent clip, Murdock is one of the frontrunners if not the absolute leader. His fiendish little otter eyes, beady and dark, turn rapidly from side to side as he zeroes in on his next target, veering off-course to sack the other sacker. "Hahaha!" he cackles as his sacked foot trips the sack of the other sack-racer, sacking him. "Sack!"
Lacota is looking over a parchment, muttering to himself, as he looks up and spots personal fouls all over the place. "You, MURDOCK, YOU LITTLE HEATHEN, QUIT THAT!" The squirrel shakes his fist at the young otter, suddenly barreling toward the young miscreant.
LilyMoore purses her lips and shimmies down the tree. Marching over to the squirrel Champion, she points directly at Murdock and says, "I think he's cheating...." aaaaand then the Friar takes over the situation. "Um......" Some of the Dibbuns are now cheering the adult squirrel on, thinking this is just all part of the adults' plans. Squirrelbabe suddenly appears behind Volos. "HI!" What a nice surprise.
"That's why I have an attack-squirrel," Magramba mutters as Lacota springs forward. Meanwhile, Murdock, little heathen that he is, turns to spit fire at the friar, even if it's only literal spit. "Backaway, sworrel-face!" he cries, still hampered by the sack about his waist as he attempts to flee, now running perpendicular to the race path and against the flow of traffic, as it were. Now he's like a small, slippery Frogger in a sea of dibbun-cars, with the Friar coming on behind him.
LilyMoore covers her mouth with her paws. The Dibbuns watching the race are all super excited about the chase going on in the race track. IS SO CRAZY. Grace the gosling is hiding behind a tree because of the insanity. Lily starts waving her paws, unsure how to help. "Be careful!" Obviously.
"YOU DARE SPIT AT ME? No strawberry tarts for you. You'll get gruel." He tries to grab the otter. "WHERE'S YOUR Mother, Murdock? I'll have a word with her." (Crazy scary grumpy Lacota dude right thar...)
"Lemme 'lone!" Slipping from the sack, Murdock breaks loose into a pell-mell dash for the pond, launching himself into the water and disappearing beneath its surface. Otters. But he'll have to come up sometime, of course.
Benar comes strolling along the green from the direction of the carnival tents. He raises a paw to wave at a couple of beasts then stops to chat to a novice. The Abbot is carrying a large bowl of candied chestnuts in his arms and laughs softly as he talks to the novice.
Volos is indeed surprised by the sudden squirrel dibbun behind him, he might not call it a nice surprise though. Out of habit he straightens quickly and swiftly turns back to face the voice, his eyes blazing anger...at a spot several feet above her head. He looks down. The anger is somewhat lessened by the lack of malice in the surprise but there's still an awkwardly long pause before he simply questions "What?" without a greeting as he sends a quick glance shooting back to the excitement around the race. In all that he didn't even see if anyone won.
Lacota shakes his fist at the pond. "I'm talking to your mother, Murdock!!! Deviant dibbun..."
The excitable beaver Dibbun somehow wins the race....tied with a hare. How'd that happen? No one knows. Lily goes over and starts checking on the Dibbuns that got tripped and pushed over by Murdock, making sure that they're okay. Squirrelbabe smiles innocently, giving the adult mouse her best 'Bambi eyes'. "D'y'know where da /piwows/ be???" She so cute and innocent looking, it'd be hard for a newcomer to know by looking at her that she's probably going to cause at least as much chaos as Murdock just did.....if only she could get a pillow.....or a pie. A pie would work, too.
Benar moves on from talking to the Novice, stopping to chatter to several other beasts before he reaches the group around the end of the race, "Hello everyone, have we all been having fun?" he looks around and holds up his bowl, "I have candied chestnuts here for everyone who has been well behaved."
Volos appears to be immune to the cute looks of dibbuns, or at least Squirrelbabe gets another stare for it, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. There's another pause. He has no idea what 'piwows' means. He has clearly not spent much time around young ones. He randomly points to Lacota "He knows. He hid them. He may deny it but he will tell you if you ask him seventy eight times" he replies seriously. He's not convinced the dibbun will be able to count that high but it didn't really matter if it distracted her.
Lacota stalks over from the pond in a huff, looking at Benar. "No chestnuts for that heathen, Murdock." He looks at his parchment again. "Now, did somebeast say the sack race was a tie? That means the two winners get to share the strawberry tarts. Who are the lucky two?" He is blissfully unaware of the dirty tactic Volos just pulled.
The beaver and the hare eagerly step forward to get their tarts. All the Dibbuns are on their best behaviour as they all gather aroudn the Abbot, asking for some candy with about 3 'pleases' from each Dibbun. Lily comes up and says, "Yeah, Murdock was cheating, but fortunately nobeast got hurt." Squirrelbabe stubbornly shakes her head. "No, da Fwiar would /nevew evew EVEW/ tell. 'E don't /twust/ me." Tears well up in her eyes, and the little DAB ringleader sits down and cries, totally ruining Volos' dirty tactic. Her tears are fake. She should be in theater.
Benar gives the DAB ring leader a look and shakes his head as he hands out candies, "I am glad the races and the other games went well. Congratulations everyone for taking part and playing fair. I will be sure to tell Murdock off later for cheating."
The crying seems to only serve to irritate Volos. See the problem with dibbun tactics is they require the adult to care, something Volos is typically inclined to actively avoid doing. He lowers his head towards the sitting child and lowers his voice to a whisper as if he's imparting a great secret "Ah but he must. You see 78 is a magical number, if you ask someone anything 78 times, if they have not the proper guards against it, they must answer and they must not lie or there will be consequences. He may try not to tell but he is but an ordinary squirrel, he will be bound to this" he sounds so serious and as if he's sharing some great wisdom "If you don't believe me all you need do is ask him"
Lacota looks over his paper again, saying to Benar, "According to this, we still have an archery competition, a pie eating contest, a game of charades, the greased pole, and....Let me see... Oh yes, a ring toss game."
Squirrelbabe immediately goes to grab the adult mouse by the front of his shirt! With snotty wet paws, of course. Eeew. "I dun' know how to counts to severnteight, I cans onwy counts to twenny hundreds!" Lily sees her doing her mischievous thing and darts over to her. "Hey, what are you plotting?" The DAB ringleader sueaks and runs away, with the Bellringer-In-Training hard on her heels. That leaves the rest of the Dibbuns at the mercy of the adults.
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