Oh....well, that's just freaking awesome. or Not Felicity's best day. (Long Patrol Log) (Sorry that it got long...)

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I've included the first 2 poses before I came in via Adrian's suggestion. Because reasons ;) And sorry for any typoes that I missed :P

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber

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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a

veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room

so big. Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.

Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its

presence is undeniable. Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,

each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce. The chair

at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that

occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord. The massive

object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the

sun setting over the sea.

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                 Visible Exits:

[M]ain [H]all [K]itchens

[Out]

Hares: Sersi, female. Ava, female. Dagda, male. Adrian, male. Felicity, female.

Adrian picks at his remaining food idly with his fork. "I don't wanna get in anyone's way... Ta be honest, till just now I didn't really realize I... I gotta a crush on 'im." He looks down. "This is bloomin' awkward. I've nevah dated before, wot."

"Oh, it is not that hard. I suppose. It has been years since I dated also. To be honest, you should focus on your training first, get through the lessons. Do not get distracted by how amazingly gorgeous Taye is, and ensure you are successful as a patroller. Once you get through that, then I would start trying the dating field." Ava shrugs her shoulders up again. "Less distractions the better."

The door to the first level intersection opens, and Felicity enters, toting a small haversack, her short sword at her side. The dust on her clothes hints that the auburn-furred female Runner has just come in from a Patrol. She looks around the hall, her brow furrowing. She sighs, obviously not finding who she was looking for. She walks over to Adrian and Ava, her blue eyes showing her slight annoyance. "Excuse me, Sah," the Private asks the Corporal, "but have ya seen Sergeant Dagda? I've just come back from a Patrol, and I can't find anybeast that I'm suppossed to report to."

Adrian is still blushing. "Well, I, ah... Yeah, he is amazin'ly gorgeous, Marm... My Father would have a fit if 'e heard me sayin' that, wot. I'll try ta remembah your advice though, thanks." He briefly turns to his fellow Runner and nods, but doesn't interrupt her.

Within a tick of Felicity's query, another doe slips into the dining chamber, ears tuned to the entering private while black eyes canvas the room. "You can report to me- Corporal Sersi- with anything regarding your duties as runner," she states, stopping to settle her gaze on Felicity. "If it's important enough for the sergeant, word will be passed along. What have you for me?"

Ava gives another grin and a thumbs up to Adrian before she straightens at the sight of Felicity. "Good afternoon. My apologies, I do not know where Dagda is. I do not report to him. If he did not leave you further instruction, perhaps speak with one of the Colonels that he reports to and see if he left orders for you through them?" Giving a pause at the sight of her best friend, she gives a grin. "Or, report to her. There you go. Glad to have helped." She says with a wink to Adrian.

Oh....well, that's just freaking awesome. Felicity salutes and twirls to face the other Corporal in 1 fluid movement. "Sorry, Sah! I couldn't find you, Sah! Or anybeast, Sah! Sorry, Sah!" Stifling her feelings of 'holy carps, I'm dead', the Runner stands at perfect attention. She may or may not have practiced in a mirror on multiple occasions. "Sah! I headed North along the shore for a day and a half, Sah. Stopped a rogue seagull from attackin' a hogbabe. Returned said headeghog to her family. The rest of my Patrol was uneventful, Sah." She keep sherself at attention, praying and wishing desperately that she doesn't get chewed out for....whatever just happened.

Adrian watches, with bated breath. "Miss Ava, that othah Runnah won't get into trouble, will she? Oh, I do hope not..."

Though the silence that follows Felicity's report is employed so that Sersi's face may remain clear of any grin, the effort likely serves to advance any feelings of unease; the corporal's face is tight, pursed, and seemingly piqued. "At ease, private," she eventually offers, then, "Have yourself some tuck and be sure you're well rested before your next patrol. You've done well." She dismisses the doe with a nod, then steers toward Ava, smirk revealed as soon as her back is to the private.

Ava gives her head a shake to Adrian, failing to hide her grin. Ah. Privates. Pulling out a chair for Sersi, she gives her a nod. "Hey there sister of mine. How is your day going? I got to pull an arrow out of a showboating private's foot last night and missed dinner." With a motion to the buck, she says, "Have you met Private Adrian? I believe he reports to Major Taye now. Good kid. Real up and comer here."

Adrian salutes Sersi as she approaches. "Good day, Marm." His blush is still present, however, and he's been picking at an empty plate with his fork for quite some time, now, as if his awkwardness has not let him realize he finished all the food upon it.

Felicity wants to faint, but she doesn't. She salutes, breathing, "Thank you, Sah!" Then, on wobbly legs, she head's to where they're starting to clean up food. After a short discussion, she has a plate of food and sits by herself in a corner and buries her head in her arms. That was probably literally the most exhuasting thing she's had to do in the past 3 days.

"With all we runners in the mountain at once, it is a wonder that the world outside has not fallen to plague and hellfire," muses Sersi to Ava, though not in exclusion of Adrian. She gives the private a nod, angling herself to him as she observes, "I've been called both 'Sah' and 'Marm' since I've gotten here." She pauses to further eyeball the buck, then presses, "Do I really command such virility and wisdom? I remember when it was /always/ 'Miss.'"

Felicity finally lifts her head from her arms, dumps her haversack onthe floor, and starts eating. That really does not describe what, exactly, she's doing to her food. She's eating so fast it looks like she's not chewing, which she actually might not be. She finishes her first platefull in record time, then goes back for seconds. Hey, she has a high metabolism and she burns a huge amount of calories when on Patrol, and she's a hare. So she has to shovel large amounts of food into her body at a time. She stays in her corner by herself for now, but is secretly watching the trio across the room. She's very good at watching people without them knowing it.

Adrian raises his hands defensively. "Oh, no Marm, I...I just, ah... I'm a lowah rank, Marm, it's a sign o' respect. An' yes, Miss Ava is correct, Marm, I report ta Majah Taye, one of the finist bucks I've evah known, wot."

"Aye, of course, a sign of respect," nods Sersi despite her query still rattling within the confines of her skull; her promotion to corporal is a fairly recent development, though perhaps not to others. She absently shrugs, eyes turning toward Adrian's plate. "Had enough to eat, private? There's no shame in seconds, or thirds," she waggles her thumb at Felicity, who remains in the corporal's peripherals, for example.

Aahhh, why is she pointing! Felicity just barely manages to not choke on a crouton from her salad as the Corporal jabs a thumb in her direction. She drinks a big gulp of water, then starts coughing. It went down the wrong way. Cough hack choke. Wonderful. Now she is worried that she's dying, aswell as freaking out because she might be in trouble. Yay! Exactly what she always wanted! *NOT. At least she's still getting air in so she actually can cough.

Adrian glances over at his fellow Private, then down at his empty plate. "Oh...Oh my, Marm, I didn't realize I ate ev'rythin'." He blushes again. "I guess talkin' about Majah Taye distracted me." He stands, and heads over to load his plate up heavily once more, and returns to the table. "The Majah's a good buck, wot. Very good."

Alarmed, Sersi's ears veer toward the coughing, stare returning to the other doe. "Very good, aye," is her distracted reply to Adrian, with only a subtle lift of a brow indicating her acknowledgement of the buck's fixation. She pivots and pads toward Felicity, posture loosened, less imposing than it is imploring. "Oi, private," she begins to say as she reaches the corner. "If you're rattled from the scouting," to which the corporal apparently attributes the other doe's edginess, "there's a blend o' herbs the healers make. Best night's rest after a pot. I can have Second Corporal Ava over there brew some for you, if you care for it-- Felicity, is it?"

Having got tugged away for a sidebar with one of the younger Healers, Ava can be heard saying in an exasperated manner, "No, no.. you don't treat bootrot with that. You need to use the prescribed lotion and keep the foot wrapped." Slapping a hand to her face, she runs it down slowly. "I don't care what your mother used to do when you were a kid. Your mother isn't a healer in the patrol and probably don't wear combat boots with two layers of socks and hikes twenty miles wearing a hundred and ten pounds of gear on her back. Just stick to the plan, okay?" The Private looks just as flustered before snapping a salute and wandering off. Thud. Thud. That is Ava's head against a post. Thud.

Aaaaaannnd now she's over here. Great. Felicity has managed to stop coughing and takes a sip of water. Shaking her head, she seriously debates about whether she should salute or not as she says, "No, *ahem* thank you, Sah. I...the run was fine, Sah. It...I...uh..." how to word this.... "...it's beign back at the Mountain and, uh, erm......Sah, I'm sorry for not reportin' to you first. I....uh....get slightly confused here at the Mountain, Sah, with, uh......so many....uh, beasts rankin' higher than myself." That's a delicate way of saying that the Corporal's reprimand freaked out the Private and she's almost fainted from relief when she was dismissed without punishment or anything. Because interpersonal dealings are AWESOME. *Usually not.

Adrian digs into his second helping, munching a carrot hungrily. "I say, wot, a chap could bally well starve, wot." He salutes Ava as she reenters. "Hello again, Marm. Rough night, wot?"

Sersi, oblivious still to Felicity's true source of strain, nods slowly along with the doe's struggling speech. A moment of quietude separates the auburn doe's words from the pale doe's reply. "Aah, I think I understand," begins the corporal, paw spreading before her as she continues, "The unfettered land, the invigorating spray of the sea, the thrill of the unknown. Being back at the mountain is like being in chains for someone like you, aye?"

Thud. Thud. Ava pushes herself back and heads over to join the three. "Yes. It will be a long night. I have the overnight shift at the infirmary and I am working with a new girl who is bent on using all of her family's old remedies." Giving a lopsided grin, she flops down into a chair unceremoniously.

No. Just, like, no. That's not what Felicity meant at /all/. The auburn-furred Runner claps both paws to her face, then rests the whole lot on the table top. And sits there. That's all she does, is just sit there. Is it insubordination to correct a higher-ranking hare? Would asking for a court marshall to not answer the Corporal? This Private has literally no idea, and she is getting more and more emotionally drained just thinking about it.

Adrian ear-perks at Ava. "Oh, ah, I'm sorry, Marm. My problems seem much less important by comparison, Marm." He digs into his salad, chewing a crouton in silence.

Speak of the Dagda, and he shall appear. The healer comes in through the entrance to the dining chamber, pushing a cart before him, heading towards the food area just outside the kitchens where the normal buffet is arranged. Curious eyes glance over towards the handful of hares within the room, and pick out Sersi. "'ey," he calls to her, lifting his chin in greeting before he parks the cart next to the smorgasbord to wander over. The rest get a quick nod as he heads for the doe. His gaze dips down at Felicity, then back to Sersi. "Wha's this, then? Y' killed anothah one?" .

"Aye, of course it is," answers Sersi for Felicity. "But as one runner to another, we cannot be out so long and so often without due rest. The mountain offers this; and though you may think it unnecessary, perhaps you'll appreciate its offerings." She smiles proudly at what she thinks to be sage advice before Dagda interrupts. "Oi, hey, Dag," she waves. The break for greeting is enough to reset the corporal's social gauge, and when she looks back to Felicity, she finds new meaning in the face-in-paws pose. "Oh. Ah. Hm. Do you think you can fix her?"

Ava gives a shake of her head. "It's not a competition, Adrian. It's not even a problem, it's more of an amusement." She flops a hand on his head and gives his hair a rustle before calling over. "Afternoon, Dagda. How are you doing today?"

And now Dagda's here! This is just getting better and better!! Felicity resists the urge to make fake sobbing noises. Instead, she peeks up at the Sergeant, her blue eyes tinged with a wild and slightly melancholy look. 'Help me' they seem to plead.

Adrian blushes, ear-splaying as Ava rustles his hair. "An amusement, wot. I guess so, ha." He starts chuckling. "I do hope that poor Runnah ovah there doesn't die of apoplexy from all the unwanted attention. I think she's about ta faint dead away..."

"Hahd t' say," Dagda remarks, peering more carefully at the top of Felicity's head, noting the markings on her uniform. "These runnahs. Emotional, high-strung... th' lot of 'em," he concludes, glancing back to Sersi with a grin and a wink. Ava's greeting does not go unheeded, and the buck's eyes travel across the room to find her and put up a wave with one paw. "Well, ma'am," is his polite and proper response. He does catch Felicity's look. "Y'll live," he assures her.

The typecast is not entirely inaccurate despite Sersi twisting her face in dispute. From the private she relinquishes her regard, attention grazing toward the cart wheeled in. "Delivering supper to your subjects?" the pale doe inquires of the sergeant, her own stomach beginning to rumble. Why hasn't she eaten yet? She should eat.

Adrian munches on his salad, idly listening to the others. He has nothing to contribute for now, so he remains quiet.

The pleading looks turns into an ill-concealed glare. Felicity sits up and starts stabbing her salad viciously. Well, she's not going to tell them what's wrong now! Maybe she can tell....um....somebody. Eventually. Maybe.

"Indeed," Dagda answers, already moving to load up the cart. "Gotta get 'em fed an' whatnot." The food for the car is already arranged for him, and it's more of a shifting than an actual loading, before heading off. "See y' latah, chaps."

Adrian is now staring at Felicity. STARE.

Felicity returns the stare with a glare. "Can I help you, wot?" He's a fellow Private, so she doesn't have to worry about insubordination with him.

"Are you alright, wot?" Adrian sounds genuinely concerned. "You had a meltdown, Miss."

Felicity sighs, then grabs her food and haversack, stands, and heads over to his table. Setting her stuff down, she sits down opposite him and sighs again. "I....I was afraid I was gonna get a royal chewin' out there by Corporal Sersi there, y'know? I....have problems with stuff like that, wot."

Adrian nods his head. "I know wot ya mean, Miss. I used ta always be worried I'd get a chewin' out, but lately, everyone's been praisin' me, wot. I dunno why, really. Majah Taye an' the othahs seem ta have a high opinion of me."

Felicity sighs and stabs a soggy crouton. "Lucky blightah," she mutters, then narrows her eyes at him. "You're a Runner, too, aren't you? How'd ya do it?"

Adrian shrugs. "I dunno, really. I just was havin' a drink a while back, an' Majah Taye walked into the room, an' we...just sorta hit it off. He's a fine buck, Miss. I apparently garnahed his interest. I..." The buck blushes, "I like 'im a lot, an' look up to 'im, really..."

Cocking an eyebrow, Felicity does not question the blush or the comment. Staring at her soggy, wilting salad, she suddenly looks sad, like a heavy weight has suddenly fallen upon her shoulders.

Adrian blinks. "Wot's wrong? Are ya okay still?" He leans forward. "Do ya need help?"

Glancing up, Felicity shakes her head. "I...when you said that, I couldn't help thinkin' about my brothah." She sighs and stares at her plate. "Nobeast could be possibly as fine as he was...."

Adrian frowns, nodding his head. "I'm, er... I'm sorry, Miss. It must be hard, I can't imagine, wot."

Sniffing, Felicity pushes her plate to one side and whispers, "Thank you. It....it's really hard, y'know?" She then, oddly, smiles slightly and adds, "I always wanted to be just like him, and Mam and Dad. He was always so kind, and Dad was the best Runnah I've ever seen. Mam was such a good fightah....I hope that I do good to her legacy as I carry her sword." Her accent becomes slightly more distinct as she relaxes without fear of reprimand.

Adrian nods his head. "My Fathah is onld Fightah, though we ain't on good terms, exactly. He doesn't think much o' my ability, wot. I...wish I could prove mahself."

Now it's Felicity's turn to be encouraging. She smiles and goes to lay a paw on his own. "Just keep doin' yer best, and one day, even if he doesn't evah say it, he'll be proud o' ya. Until then, don't worry to much about it. When you joined the Patrol, he stopped bein' in control of ya life, and now you can make othahs proud of you." She stands and smiles at him, her pretty face lighting up like a sunset. "I need to go find my sistah. Have a good rest of ya day. And thanks for tryin' to cheer me up." And with that she shoulders her haversack and walks away, leaving her plate of now-disgusting salad behind.

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