DAB: Cheese Throwing Is A Bad Idea...

Location: Great Hall, Stairs, Dibbun Dorms, Kitchen

Characters: Tarpin, Benar, Rafe, Mirien, Oz, Flicktail

Tarpin fishes an old scone and a piece of cheese out of his haversack. Taking one in each paw, he stands up on the paw rest and raises his paws high above his head.

Rafe looks at the dibbun, "Good way to fall kid.”

Benar eyes Tarpin and shakes his head and reaches out to steady him, "What are you doing, you should not be standing up here little one"

Tarpin breaks into a huge grin. And throws the piece of cheese at Benar's head. "Yaargh! haha!" Tarpin leaps off the stool and runs underneath the large table and disappears from view.

Rafe frowns, "A rather rude little dibbun"

Benar says, "He is... a very strange dibbun I am sorry for that Rafe..." he shakes his head and picks up the cheese to put it on a plate. "

Tarpin's head appears from under the table for a moment. "So sorry, sir. But I's a dibbun! And that's my job!" His head disappears again. But the scone comes flying from where he was a moment a go. It bounces along the floor a bit, but not near the elders.

Rafe shakes his head," they need to learn manners"

A small figure pops up from under a table, holding a bag of candied chestnuts. Mirien glances around enough to notice the others in the room. She hears Rafe's comment and scurries over. "No, we doesn't!" she proclaims. "We's dibbuns an' we don't wanna!"

Benar watches the scone bounce and shakes his head "Maybe you are a dibbun but throwing food at your Elders leads to extra baths and helping in the kitchen."

Mirien says, "Well it didn't hit ya, so why'd he 'ave to?" She giggles and scoots over towards the other dibbun.

A wail rises from underneath the table. Tarpin scuttles out, again, willow switch held aloft like a sword! "Baffs Neva! Play Foreva! Right, Mirien? No more baffs!"

Benar says, "He hit me in the head with that," he points to the piece of cheese, "On purpose too, I think that calls for a bath."

Mirien laughs and nods approvingly. "Ya got it right!" She tosses Tarpin a little scrap of cloth.

(OOC: It's a DAB badge.)

Tarpin snatches the scrap out of the air with his free paw, the other paw engaged in holding the stick aloft, all without taking his eyes off of Benar. "Y'see, sir. We're DAB dibbuns! An' we don't take baffs. Besides, you can't baff wot you can't catch."

Benar smiles at Tarpin gently, "I don't have to catch you Tarpin, I just have to declare any DAB dibbun who won't take a bath doesn't get to go ice skating with Papa Oz tomorrow or get to have hot cocoa before bedtime."

Mirien grabs a wooden spoon from where it lies on the floor and backs up her fellow dibbun. "And good luck wi' catchin' me!"

Tarpin's jaw drops. And so does his "sword". "Yew cant... I mean.. That's not..."

Mirien sniffs disdainfully. "I's don' like ice skating anyways." Because she was planning on missing it anyway to plan another prank, but she doesn't say it.

Benar raises his brow at Tarpin, "Not what? Not fair? After you threw cheese at me? And of course anyone whose such a disobedient dibbun that they'd throw things at other beasts. Any thing and threaten others with a piece of willow which can actually hurt quite badly if you strike someone with it doesn't deserve cake at dinner either."

Tarpin's nose twitches furiously. "Yah! Cheese don't hurt nobeast! An' you was threatening to baff me, so it's self-defences. Yeah! I'm justif... justible... just.. It's fine!"

Benar says, "No Tarpin," he stands up, "It is not fine, very well it was cheese this time.." he walks over slowly and looks down at him, "But what will it be next time? A bowl? Something hot? You do not throw things at beasts ever.""

Tarpin's leaf ears droop momentarily, but then he looks up at Benar with a squint. "Wot about snow balls?"

Mirien shakes her head, "No. DAB doesn't 'urt anybeast... dat is, on purp'se."

Benar says, "Snow balls are made from snow and thrown as fun and games" his hand darts out then and he grabs the pair of dibbuns by the arms in a very firm grip. "But somethings are not thrown.”

Tarpin leaps too late! "Yaaaagh! He's got me! HELP! helphelphelphelp. Elder's got me! Ow! Your hurting my tail!"

Mirien whines, "I didn't do anyfink, Bruvver Benar!" as she tries to break free of Benar's grip and escape to DAB headquarters.

Benar picks the pair of them up, not touching any tails and tucks them both under his arms and walks toward the stairs. "You Tarpin.. .are having a bath then going to bed for throwing things at beasts and you Mirien are joining him for encouraging it and being disrespectful."

Mirien mutters, loud enough for everybeast to hear, "That's a bit much f' jus' talkin'..."

Tarpin squirms a bit and gets one paw free, and grabs the whistle on the cord around his neck. Filling his lungs he blows a sharp, "TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!"

Benar looks down at Tarpin and shakes his head "Stop that Tarpin, you can make as much fuss as you like but it is bathtime for the pair of you" he keeps walking up the stairs and soon hands the pair of them off to one of the Sisters in charge of dibbuns with instructions to give them both baths and put them down for a nap.

Tarpin gasps aloud! "Baff and Nap! You're a madbeast, brovver Benar! Aaagh!" His wails die away as he's hauled off by the sister.

In the dibbun dorms after the bath…

Tarpin pokes his head around the doorway to the main dibbun room. He peers around moment then shakes some water out of his ear. "Yrrrgh!" Seeing nobeast, the mousebabe enters and shoulders his haversack. His smock is new and clean, but he proudly sports his new DAB badge.

Mirien quietly sneaks out of the girls bedroom, surprisingly clean after her recent forced bathing. She's obviously grumpy, with a scowl on her face. The volemaid wears a clean, if slightly wet, blue dress, probably forced on her by the Sister who gave her a bath, but she proudly wears her DAB badge. She looks around - typical of her, to act first then look - and seeing Tarpin, she chuckles to herself. "We 'ad the same idea," she whispers, laughing.

Tarpin exclaims, "Shore did! Thanks for backing me up, back there."

Oz steps out of his room and stops as he sees the two dibbuns, "Well, greetings you two and where are you heading, why are you not in bed?"

Tarpin freezes. But then turns to face the badger. "Erm, we was jus' going to um.. help inna kitchens. We was supposen t' clean th' pots an pans! Aye! We're vury helpful dibbuns."

Mirien stops and looks up as she hears Oz's pawsteps and Tarpin's excuse. "Yea, Bruvver Benar wanted us to." She fiddles with her sleeve as she adds to Tarpin's obvious cover-up. "Y' know, we can't /not/ do it. Or he puts us on Abbot's Report!" A look of terror crosses her face as she mentions Abbot's Report.

Oz folds his arms over his chest, "Help in the kitchens? I heard of what happen earlier, throwing food is not a good or nice thing to do."He looks between them, "Did you take your naps yet?"

Tarpin steps in front. "It was my fault, sir. I was the one who threw it. Mirien didn't do anyfing. I did it to be a prank but... Bruvver Benar didn't think it was funny."

At the same time that Tarpin is talking, Mirien says, "We did, and we's done wiv em!" She frowns as Tarpin finishes. "Bruvver Benar'd wan' us t' go an' do the dishes quickly, ya know?"

Oz looks between them, "Well kitchen duty is important, but why so eager, very un dibbun like, are you up to something you two?"

Mirien shrugs. "We wanna get it done fast so we haz more time f' uvver stuff."

Tarpin nods. Forlorn but hopeful, he adds, "Yeah.. Bruvver Benar said you was going to take all the dibbuns ice-skating, but we couldn't go, cuzz... cuzz.." He breaks off into sniffles.

Oz listens, "Cause why?" he asks, his voice is calm as he speaks with them.

Mirien says quietly, "Cuz we was naughty."

Tarpin sniffs back tears. "Aye, an cause we're bad dibbuns. He don't like cheese."

Oz looks between them, "From what heard you threw the cheese and you sont do that sort of thing”

Tarpin twitches his nose a bit and frowns. "Well, Bruvver Benar says its okay to throw snowballs for fun an sport. But Since I threw cheese at 'im for fun an sport, I don't fink he likes cheese... Jus' snow."

Mirien nods, "That's what 'e said." The volemaid thinks for a short while. "I fink it's cuz snow melts and doesn't 'urt. Much." She edges towards the door impatiently. "Papa Oz, can I go an' clean the dishes an' get it over wi'?"

Tarpin asks, "Yeah, me too?"

Oz frowns, "Only if I go and make sure thats where you are going, and that you do help wash the dishes.”

Tarpin glances at Mirien, but doesn't dare refuse. "Erm, that's alright..."

Mirien nods. "It is!"

Oz nods, "Alright, let’s go then."

Mirien says, "Alright," and scampers towards the door. stopping to wait for Tarpin and Oz.

Oz makes sure the dibbuns follow him, keeping a very close eye on both of them.

Into the kitchens for dishwashing, which was an absolute lie…

Oz heads to the kitchen and makes sure the dibbuns do not wander off, he sighs as seems he had some other plans but its fine, he stays close by to make sure they help with the dish washing.

Mirien enters behind Oz and sets to work on the dishes with one paw and most of her attention while eating a scone that a kitchen helper left lying on the table (they should know better, with dibbuns around) with the other paw and her mouth. Every now and then, she casts hopeful glances in Oz's general direction, hoping he'll leave at some point soon.

Tarpin pads behind, and clambers onto the countertop. He dips his paws in the sudsy water and scowls. "It's cold... Hmm." He places his paws over the stove top next to the washing station to warm them. Then turning he goes to work, grabbing a rag from the bottom of the cauldron and scrubbing at a dirty pan.

Oz speaks, "Be careful Tarpin, and good work Mirien, I am sure the kitchen staff will thank you both later"

Mirien continues cleaning dishes. She scrubs hard at a stubbornly dirty pot for a while, and finally gets it clean. As she picks up a large oven paddle used in the larger ovens, she sneaks a piece of pie that was left to cool outon the counter. As she chews and scrubs, her face contorts into a thoughtful expression. She taps Tarpin on the shoulder and motions slightly towards the basket hanging out the window. "Escape?" she whispers.

Flicktail walks down and enters the kitchen looking like he just awoke.

Tarpin glances at Oz, then nods. But he keeps his head down and scrubs at a plate.

Flicktail reaches over for a cup of tea, not noticing it is full of dishwater, all bleary eyed.

Oz looks at each dibbun and stays where he is to make sure they do wash the dishes,he looks at Flicktail,"Flicktail, thats not tea.."

Tarpin looks up from his plate, and casts an aplogetic look at Flicktail. "Erm I jus' cleaned that, sir..."

Flicktail blink blinsk and loaks at the suds "oh...yes..verra clean" he smiles "hullo there lad...Your..." he thinks a moment "Tarpin right?”

Tarpin nods. "Yessir. Tarpin. You helped Mr. Rafe. He isn't a very nice beast... I shoulda thrown th' cheese at him. But he's a guest..."

Oz listens as they talk, he glances at the quiet Mirien as the dibbun cleans dishes quietly,he looks back to Tarpin,"What did he do or say?"

Flicktail goes over to help Tarpin wash the dishes "aye...I admit I'd like to have thrown cheese at im too”

Oz says, "No helping Flicktail"

Flicktail looks up "Why can't he help Flicktail?”

Oz crosses his arms over his chest," This is a punishment Flicktail, he wont learn anything if gets help with washing the dishes, then its not a punishment"

Flicktail stops washing and looks at Tarpin "uh oh..." he whispers "wot ya do?”

Tarpin shrugs. "I threw cheese at buvver Benar, instead. He's not a guest, an I thought it would be funny... Mr. Rafe said that he might kill you if he sees you outside the abbey. An he made a soggy hole for Mr. Leon to fall into. That's pretty funny.. the hole, not the killing.”

Oz frowns, "Someone has to have a long talk with Rafe"

Flicktail nod nods "Brother Benar does not have a verry good sense of humor huh?" hhe looks at Oz "I used ti have to do a lot of dish washing too...." he turns back to Tarpin "Don't worry I don't go out o the abbey wi out Martin wi me”

Tarpin laboriously scrubs at the same plate. "That's wot I said!" Tarpin freezes. and looks at Oz. Then gets back to the dishes. "I'm not worried. Mr. Rafe is... He's... he's an elder, y'know?"

Flicktail says, "aye i know, but I think Brother Benar shoudl talk wi Mr Rafe...maybe he will throw cheese at brother Benar and then Mr Rafe will ave to wash pots"

Tarpin Chuckles. "Herrherr! And He'll get baffed!"

Oz nods"He is old, yes but he lives somewhere outside the abbey, just be careful Flicktail”

Tarpin says, "'An don't fall down a soggy hole."

Mirien looks up from the dishwashing and eating. "Wha?" She has been focused on the dishwashing and eating. "Soggy hole?"

Flicktail gives Tarpin a gentle snug "I loves ya verry much Tarpin..yer a good beast deep down" he looks at Oz "wots a soggy hole?

Tarpin says, "Aye 'afore you showed up, Mr. Leon was saying that he fell inna soggy hole!"

Oz asks, "I am unsure, hole with water in it?”

Oz says, "which would be fairly chilly this time in the seasons"

Mirien asks, "'E did? Where'd 'e fall inna hole?"

"At Mr. Rafe's house! He has soggy holes around his house, he said!" chuckles at the idea of Leon falling into a hole, and sloshes some wash water out of the cauldron. It splashes onto the stovetop and causes a small plume of steam. Tarpin looks over at Mirien. Then back at the stovetop at his footpaws. Then it hits him. He fills up his lungs and hollars! "Baffs Neva! Play Foreva! DAAAAAAAAB!" Throwing his weight into the side of the cauldron, he tips it over and spills all the water onto the hot stove! THe room becomes enveloped in steam!

Tarpin exclaims, "Go go go!"

Flicktail says, "ohhh that must be th traps Rafe spoke o...." FLicky blinks "Tarpin..wot are you doing?”

Tarpin sprints along the countertop towards the window! And he Hurls himself over the cill!

As the steam fills the kitchens, Mirien makes her clever escape. She had planned for something like this: she had dropped a basket out the attic window from DAB's headquarters and tied it to the windowsill. She races towards the basket and climbs in.

A loud crash is heard from the direction of Great Hall.

Mirien jumps into the basket. As she does, the basket goes whizzing upwards and away goes Mirien. How could a dibbun have thought of this?!

Oz is caught off guard and goes after the dibbuns and then starts coughing at all the steam filling the room

Flicktail looks around confused "I'd say they are being a bit naughty again Oz”

Oz coughs,"one we leave this room and get some fresh air"

Flicktail says, "lets go"