He did it. I just tried to bribe him away from....whatever he was doing :P

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Salamandastron: Recreation Room

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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to

relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or

a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a

lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with

some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the

worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be

easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of

reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths

on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the

bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the

middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with

8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is

littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs, each pair with a small

table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room

and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.

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Hares: Felicity, female. Celina, female. Shane, male. Thecla, female. Kate, female.

Seagulls: Seaweed, male, spoof of Celina.

It's about mid-morning, and despite the Patrol's reputation for food and drink, it's just a /smidge/ early for the drinking crowd to have made their way to the rec room. Which means the new visitor, Shane, has free rein! He squats behind the counter, digging through one of the cabinets. He rests a small bottle in paw, turning it this way and that to examine. With a grin, he tucks it away in a pocket.

Celina has sneaked into the room, she was outside when she wasn't supposed to be and quickly sneaked into this room. She is hiding something under her cloak and that something is...wait moving?! "Shhh..Seaweed your gonna barely well get me inta sooo much trouble." She takes off the cloak and out comes...a seagull, one that's still a little small as it's 5 seasons old. The haremaid sighs "Just be quiet..." The seagull shakes its head, "I likea inndoors yes?"

Felicity has a crutch. Oh, the curses of having a sprained ankle. She stumps into the Rec Room and glowers around, searching for someone. Not finding them, she hobbles over to the bar and leans on it, peeking to try and see who's behind there, if anyone. Ignoring the seagull for now, she peers at the male hare and says loudly, "What are you doing back there, wot?" She has a reason for looking back here....it's just not apparent to anyone other than her.

Shane's bandana-covered head pops up, blinking innocently. "Lookin' for some water. Ya got any in here?" He stands up, scanning the room. He notes the other doe - and the seagull? But he's a visitor, so what does he know?

Celina blinks and shrugs, she is not sure.

Felicity narrows her eyes suspiciously. "I don't think ye'll find it down there." She hobbles around the bar, leaning heavily on her crutch, and looks down at him, hoping that she doesn't get in trouble if he REAL bartender comes in here. "Mayhap I can find you some, since I /do/ live here."

Shane is the paragon of innocence. Nothing suspicious here! He folds his arms behind his back, taking a step back as he watches the doe. "Sounds peachy, Peaches." He grins.

Celina decides its best to slip off, that and...oh no where did the bird go! Its not in the room! She dashes out to find it before she gets into major trouble.

Felicity watches the other doe go, then growls, leans on the bartop, and goes to jab the buck in the chest with her crutch. "Don't call me 'Peaches'. It's 'Miss' or 'Ma'am' to you! I'm not in the Patrol for bein' pretty!" She is still grumbling as she starts looking for water. Is there water back here? She honestly has no idea. But Taye had to get some the other day from somewhere, right? She keeps looking.

Ow. Shane rubs at his chest, but he's still grinning. "Well, I guess it's just lucky, then, eh? You bein' pretty." He walks along behind the counter, then, poking here and there as he explores the place. "Thought you lived here. Don't know where the water is? Could settle for a drink, instead."

Curse him. Lissie glares at him, deciding that she hates it when beasts flirt with her. "They moved it from where it was, the rottahs." She fibs, grabbing the closest bottle of booze. Grabbing 2 more bottles and a glass, she pours roughly equal amounts of each into the glass and sticks it out at him. "'Ere. I call it...uh, Julia's Hiding." She was probably looking for her baby sister, but how would this coughannoyingcough visitor know that?

Shane takes the glass with a nod of thanks. He gives it a tentative sniff, deems it passable, and has a drink. It burns a little going down, but he doesn't mind that. He waggles an eyebrow at her. "So now we've shared a drink. What's your name, Peaches? I'm called Shay - or 'that bloody idiot'. Your pick."

If looks could kill, this buck would be a burnt-out corpse by now. As it is, Lissie is just glaring at him viciously. "How about Bloomin' Annoyance? Although Bloody Idiot does 'ave a nice ring to it." Pointedly ignoring his question about her name, she stumps over to a chair and sits down. Her right ankle is in a bandage, and now she pulls that foot up and starts poking at the bandage, trying to get it to be more comfortable.

Shane follows after her, because why not? He sinks into a chair opposite her, and then arches a brow at the bandaged ankle. He sets his drink aside and reaches out, with a glance at the doe, to take her ankle in his paw. "Here. Let me?" He smiles slightly. "You learn a thing or two on a ship for six months at a stretch. No healers handy." Pause. "Bloody idiot for me, then, and Peaches for you."

Felicity pulls her ankle closer and glowers at him. "Stop callin' me Peaches. You're literally the most annoyin' 'are I've ever met, you little insect, wot!" She pulls her crutch closer, ready to hit him REALLY hard if he tries anything.

Shane pulls his paws back, and holds them up in surrender. "... Fine, fine. But I /did/ ask for your name. So unless I have it, what else'm I supposed to call you? Pretty? Didn't seem to fancy that, did you?" He grins at her. "I really can fix the bandage, though. No tricks."

Felicity glares at him for a few minutes longer, then relents....slightly. "/Miss/ Felicity, to you. You'll still be Bloody Idiot to me." She looks at her ankle and sighs. "It was fixed by a healer here in the Mountain, but after bumpin' around all day on it, the bandage is uncomfortable." She hesitantly holds it out, still vaguely threatening him with her crutch.

With the implied permission, Shane takes her ankle in paw and rests her calf on his knee, taking a moment to find the tucked end of the bandage. He works it loose and starts to unravel it - just to the point where it's got bunched up. And then he starts rewrapping, slightly tighter. "It's just got loose from walkin' around on it, s'all." He glances up at her as he finishes, resting his paw atop her ankle. He grins. "There you go, Miss. The Bloody Idiot's done."

Felicity smiles slightly, her ankle feeling better already. "Thanks." She bites her tongue, then pulls her lag back and rests her foot on the seat of her chair, looking away with pretend disdain. "I've been searchin' for my sistah. She looks about like me, except with green eyes, and she's about yeh tall." She gestures at about knee-height. "She's been missin' since baths were announced for this evenin' for all leverets."

The smart click of boot soles against stone sings the approach of another beast, long before Thecla actually enters the chamber. She halts at the door, as if mildly surprised to find others here so early in the day, but quickly casts off her dismay with a nod. In the crook of an arm, the doe carries a woven basket, overflowing its brim with small vials and fresh cut herbs--you know, fancy bar stuff. Without actually saying hello, she trots to the bar, and begins to unload her haul.

Shane sits back, also, resting his forearms on his knees. "Can't say I've seen her. Haven't had much time to explore." Except in the cabinets, of course. "Can't say I blame 'er, though. Who needs a bath when ya live a stone's throw from the ocean?" He catches sight of Thecla, tracking her to the bar.

And where there is food hares are sure to follow. A horrible stereotype, as all hares must know, but one with some obvious truth to it, at least for the beast that follows Thecla inside. The rather well rounded russet hare takes a sniff of the aroma of freshly picked food and smiles. Taking off her heavy wool coat Kate folds it over her arm and calmly walks inside.

She catches site of the other beasts, offering a curt nod of the head out of politeness as she decides where exactly to sit in this great big room.

Felicity frowns as she watches the other does enter, although from the slightly unfocused look in her eyes, it's obvious that it's not their entrance that she finds displeasing. "She hates naptime, too, the little blightah. Her and her DAB cronies give the poor nanny 'ares a terrible time, even though there's only 5 of them." She starts looking around the room, a pensive look stealing its way onto her face.

Thecla has great difficulty masking her irritation when yet another hare joins them. Is it some sort of work holiday? By biting her lower lip, the doe effectively stifles her grimace, and starts to distribute the various items in the basket to their proper places. Before long, though, she stops. Something is amiss. "All right!" the doe barks, pivoting on a heel. She wags a clump of rosemary at the other hares. "If you're going to forage for fun in spots you don't belong, /at least/ make an effort to hide your rummaging." Accusatory eyes dart from Kate to Felicity to Shane.

Shane's eyebrows shoot up as yet another doe enters. "... Is this just a mountain chalk full o' does? I ain't seen a single bloke. Not s'I'm complaining, you understand." He glances back at Felicity, opens his mouth, and then shuts it. Because Thecla. His muzzle twitches in amusement, giving a minute shake of his head to Felicity.

Kate blinks in surprise. Beasts...were talking to her? Beasts were actually trying to carry on a conversation with her? Admittedly a rather pointed, accusatory conversation but still. She didn't quite know how to handle a situation where someone started chatting about something other than 'where is such and such scroll on gutting vermin proper' or 'why are those dibbuns lighting that tapestry on fire, were you not supposed to be watching them?'

So Kate crosses her arms and falls back on the age old proven method of using humor, "Oh sure, blame the tubby hare for stealing all your food." She turns and gestures for the two hares behind her, "I'm sure they just skipped a few training sessions this week is all. Although the buck in the back has a bit of a shifty gaze ifin you ask me..."

Felicity gives the buck what can only be described as an evil smile, then changes itto a convincing look of innocence as she turns to the bartender. "I came in 'ere, an' 'e was rummagin' aroudn back there," she states, pointing at the buck. "I just made a concoction to try an' get 'im away from there. Sorry for not puttin' the bottles back." She looks honestly remorseful.

"Perhaps I'll go to *your* trunks tonight and futz with *your* personal items," Thecla adds through clenched teeth. She continues to hold the verdant herbal bunch aloft, as if waiting for it to divine the perpetrator. She listens to Kate, but her gaze has remained stuck on Shane. New faces make likely suspects. The rosemary quivers in her grip. Then, when Felicity spills the beans, Thecla absolutely loses it: "So you /found/ him in here? Well, how did he /get/ here? And who's /watching/ him, and with what /else/ has he taken liberties?" Her knuckles crack as their grip tightens on the would-be garnish.

Aw, man. There's no more honor amongst patrollers than there is amongst thieves. How disappointing. Shane gives Felicity an annoyed glance, and pushes to stand. "I was lookin' for water, just as I told dear Peaches here." He takes a half-step back towards the door. Just in case. "I was brought in last night, two lasses. Mint and Darcy? M'ship washed up on the rocks in the storm yesterday."

The fat hare raises an eyebrow, taking a step away from whom she has dubbed in her mind as Miss Grumpy Pants at the bar. "Oi? Looks like we have a GUEST in the mountain." She peers over the hare, wondering just how many liberties he has taken for granted so far. Like acting so fresh around honorable does trained in the age old art of slaughtering vermin. "Now now, I'm sure we can all be civil like..." Kate chuckles, "But then again, where is the fun in that." She steps aside to give Thacla a clear path to tackling, punching, or tossing things at the buck...

Felicity glowers at him again and slowly stands, leaning heavily on her crutch so her right foot has no weight on it. "If ye 'adn't flirted with me, I wouldn't've given ye up," she mutters to him as she stumps past, then waves good-bye to the other does. "I'll....let you frisk 'im. I need to resume my search for my dear AWOL sistah. If you see her, please stick her in a closet until a leveret caretaker can take her to the Dibbun's room." And she hobbles out the door, not wanting to get stuck in the crossfire.

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