Quinten Log 33 - 25 01 2006

Salamandastron: Crafts Room

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The room which lies before you is perhaps at first frightening in its chaotic appearance. It seems that every manner of thing that could possibly aid in the creation of anything is placed in this room. Obviously, it is mainly a room for the making of clothing, what with the vast amount of materials lying about, as well as the tools needed for the shaping and joining of the materials, but the room is also utilized for other things, though these other areas are separated from the rest. It is a fairly vast room, after all. These areas include a wood-working section as well as a much-used section quartered off for the creation of parchment paper. Also, there is a section devoted to the creation of dyes, as well as inking materials, for writing with.

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[IC] I like to move it, move it! (Brivicus)

Quinten is sat on a stool in the woodworking corner of the room, sandpaper in his paws and a pot of varnish on the table next to him, he's hold a carved sabre blade in his other paw and is slowly running the sand paper overit

Brivicus walks in with a wood-carving knife and a wood block that he wishes to make into a statuette. Entering, he sees Quint and smiles, "Hello there, ole scout. How's everything goin', eh eh?"

Quinten shakes his head, loosing the dreamy expression in his eyes and smiles at the hare "Good morning sir, your up early, its going ok i guess, i couldn't sleep so i came up here to work"

Brivicus smiles, "That's good. Business before pleasure, an' once you have business done sooner, or can enjoy pleasure longer, as me father used t'say." he sits down, "So, you an' Sorrel are good friend, wot?"

Quinten turns thhe blade in his paws and begins to sand another part of it "Oh yes i've known her for awhile, since shortly after i got here she's really been helping me get my act together"

Brivicus nods, "Good. Ever since I was first here, she was such a nice lass. We had a kickboxin' match against each other, y'know that?"

Quinten nods "She mentioned it, she's good at all sorts of boxing, i bet she beat the stuffin gout of you" he sets the wood down on a small stand and starts to apply a layer of varnish

Brivicus chuckles, "Actually, we fought to a draw." he sighs, leaning back, "I came back here t'tell her how much I cared. Now, I finally met the doe o' me dreams." he turns to Quint, "You have one o' those?"

Quinten smiles at you "Yer lucky she seems ta really love ye" he trails off as you ask him that the young buck squirming on his stool and then sighing "There...is one person...whose just sooo dreamy" he sighs and leans on a paw starring off into the distance with that love lorn look all teenagers get when mooning over their crush

Brivicus gives you a grin, "Really? Who, lad? You can't keep it bottled up in you, sah."

Quinten shuffles and glancesa t you "I only told Sorrel yesterday....we had a talk me and her bout all these things i've been feelin.....couple of weeks ago i'd have ran away screaming cooties...but lately...well there's this one person.....i just can't get em out of me head"

Brivicus nods, "I know the feelin'. I felt that way about Sorrel. Look at us now, eh. Tell me who it is", he gets on his knees and mock pleads, "Please...."

Quinten waves a paw at your ears "Stop tha sir...if you must know tis Lt. Zeraph" he sighs and slumps back down leaning on his paw "He's so....so....hunky"

Brivicus gets up off his knee and sits back down, "Really?"

Quinten sighs and nods idly painting varnish on the wood "Aye...."

Brivicus chuckles, "I was expectin' a doe, but..." he shrugs.

Quinten blushes "I was worried it was bad...but Sorrel says its ok....i can't help it he's just...so...so....." he tails off with another love lorn sigh, Teenagers!

Brivicus pats your shoulder, "It's all right, lad."

Quinten smiles "Thanks Brivicus" he nods at the wood in your paw "So what you making? statue of Sorrel i bet"

Brivicus chuckles, "No, that was yesterday's project. Now, I'm thinking of something that at least have her in it, but it's gonna be a little harder."

Quinten smiles nad nods before he fishes about in his Gi and draws out a small statue, its of two hares, one doe and a buck dressed in smart tunics and with happy smiles "I made this....on me birthday for me brother and sister....so i can always have them...." he looks at you sadly and shakes his head "Its really rather hard...being alone

Brivicus nods, "I know. I was alone a lot, even when I was still with me family. Now, I don't have to worry. I have Sorrel, an' that's the best company I'll ever have."

Quinten smiles and nods "Aye sir...but see i was never alone...never there was always three of us, Yinten an Tunten an then Quinten, all born the same day...one after the other and never apart from that moment on wards...now theres just me"

Brivicus says, "I don't really know how that would be, Quint. I was the only child, strangely enough."

Quinten smiles and nods putting the small statue down on the workbench and turning back to varnishing the wooden sword "I'm ok though..got tha Patrol now...so not as alone as i was"

Brivicus has disconnected.

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Salamandastron: Crafts Room

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The room which lies before you is perhaps at first frightening in its chaotic appearance. It seems that every manner of thing that could possibly aid in the creation of anything is placed in this room. Obviously, it is mainly a room for the making of clothing, what with the vast amount of materials lying about, as well as the tools needed for the shaping and joining of the materials, but the room is also utilized for other things, though these other areas are separated from the rest. It is a fairly vast room, after all. These areas include a wood-working section as well as a much-used section quartered off for the creation of parchment paper. Also, there is a section devoted to the creation of dyes, as well as inking materials, for writing with.

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With:

[DYN] King of the Angsty (Ender)

[DYN] Zoey. (Zoe_Lang)

Ender isn't sitting in the corner he usually inhabits. The rabbit is towards the center of the room, still in the general vicinity of the woodworking area. He has the same old piece of wood in his paw, but the rabbit is wielding a different, more deadly-looking knife. Very slowly the rabbit draws the blade down and around the wood, shaping what seems to be a lagomorphesque body. His tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth with the concentration, and his paws carry none of their usual shaking, staying absolutely steady

during this process.

Quinten is sat at the woodworking bench, back to the door the carved and varnished wooden sabre blade resting on a small stend to his left whilst with a small hand lathe he slowly carves out a hilt and cross piece for the next part, looking up occasionally he glances at the book on the table before him before looking down again, slowly working on the wood.

Well, not everyone's a wood-worker. When Zoe appears in the doorway, she is holding not wood but steel. A sword, fresh from the forge. The handle looks off, however - incomplete. Without looking around at the other's present, she heads for the fabrics.

Ender looks up as Zoe enters. His paw nearly slips, but he gasps loudly and stops himself. Setting down the piece of wood, he stands, to a full orchestration of bones and joints popping. "Er. Miss Zoe, ma'am!" he says, throwing a weak salute. "How're you, erm, today, ma'am?"

Quinten's ears go up as he hears Ender's words and he spins around on his stoll to gape at her before scrambling up and saluting her, managing just about not to brain himself with the hand lathe, typical Quinten luck the Colonel walks in and he's not in uniform and covered in wood shavings.

Zoe_Lang's eyebrows raise at both greetings. "Uh... hullo, Endah. Fine - jus' fine." Her attention shifts to Quinten, to whom she salutes. "At ease, m'lad." She sits on a stool, then, where leather scraps litter the table's surface. "How're the both o' you, then?"

In a room page-pose, Zoe_Lang grins. Well, she doesn't exactly make it obvious. :p

You room-page, "she'll just turn up pregnant one day and we'll all be like "Whaaa she was married""

Grinning at the attention, Ender also carefully lays down the deadly knife he was wielding. "I'm, erm, doing alright, Miss Zoe. Hoping to get out and visit, erm, Hal...yard, eh?" He sits down again, and picks up the wood, turning it over and over in his paws.

Gregorian is just walking past the crafts rooms when he hears beasts inside and pokes in to take a look, head poking round the door before he actually moves to stand in the doorway.

Quinten sighs thankfully and waves the lathe in his paw "Aye'm making meself a practice Sabre ma'am, Major Darklett thinks its tha weapon for me but none of the existing ones are the right weight for my height"

You room-page, "i have a pregnant badger and a alt has a pregnant wife enough kids for me"

Zoe_Lang sets the newly-made sword on the tabletop and ducks her head, bending sideways to search under the tabletop, one paw resting on its edge. Her voice comes up as if from a distance. "Halyard, eh? Nice 'nough place." When she pops back up, she has a folded length of leather in paw. She sets it on the table, then, flicking an ear towards Quinten before finally turning, to eye his handiwork. Her eyebrows go up. "Not bad, m'lad, not bad. Who taught ya t'do that?"

Ender glances at Quinten, as if noticing him for the first time, not happy to be sharing Zoe's attention. He sees Greg in the doorway and nods at him. "'Ey, there." The rabbit says, simply. Looking back at Zoe, he begins to carve again. "Aye, it'll be a nice trip. Just want to, erm, visit some, erm, people. Stay for a few days, eh?"

Gregorian gives a nod back to Ender "Hello ol' chap" he says before walking in the door properly, a nod going to Quinten and then only to Zoe before he quickly remembers he should be saluting instead.

Quinten smiles at Ender flipping an ear in greeting "Ender sir" he nods the smiles at Zoe as he sits back down and resumes work on the handle "Me father taught woodwork Colonel ma'am before aye came tae the mountain an the book helped me design it to tha right length and weight"

Zoe_Lang looks around at Gregorian's words to Ender, nodding at the salute. She then turns back to her back, laying out the leather. She sets the blade's handle atop it and takes a piece of charcoal to mark out a rough outline. The sword is set aside, then, and the doe picks up a sharpened knife. She pauses, though, to look Ender's way. She offers him a brief smile. "Y'know beasts there, Endah? I didn't know that." And theeeeen, her attention turns 'round to Quinten. They must teach this in officer training - how to hold multiple conversations. "Well, it was good o' yer da t'teach ya, lad. Keep up the good work." Lowering her head to her work, then, she begins slicing along the outline.

Now looking genuinely miffed about not being the center of attention, Ender coughs loudly. "Erm, I know one or two. I'm mainly, erm, going to see, erm." He hesitates, knowing the usual response. "I'm going to, erm, see Lily." He begins to furiously work on his carving, much faster than he had before. Shavings fly into the air and fall to the floor as he carves, now a distinct form coming out of the wood.

Quinten waves his ears in greeting at Gregorian before replying to Zoe "Thank you ma'am i'll do me best, i want to take that exam as soon as i can" he then looks at greg and smiles "Howdy there, don't think i've met you before aye'm Quinten" his paws carrying on twirling the wood and lathe slowly

As Quinten addresses another, Zoe smiles. That's one conversation down. Her ears swivel towards Ender, and at the name he drops her eyebrows raise. The knife stills, and she sets it down, turning to fully pay attention to him for the first time. "Lily, is it? Any particular reason fer visitin' her?"

Gregorian waggles an ear back to Quinten as he finds himself a seat to plonk down in "Don't believe I've met you either Quinten chap, name's Gregorian Formalis Harthwill, nice teh meetcha"

Beginning to look sheepish, Ender continues to whittle. "Erm, I remember the few times we met and I, erm, miss her. She's a right nice lady, and I enjoy her company. Being old like, erm, me, you don't have many friends. But I have Darklett, and hope to get to know Lily. Two beasts? Not too shabby, eh? Also, Lily and I-" CRACK. Ender looks down at his paws, which are shaking badly. One of them is bleeding fairly badly, and the other holds the carving he was making. The head of it has fallen off, and lays in his lap. Shocked beyond words, Ender picks up the head and looks at it. Two tall ears, one standing upright and one comically bent come out of the head of what appears to be a hare, half of the face done being carved, showing exquisite craftsmanship. Ender's eyes grow wide, cloudy, and then snap shut as he curse silently.

Quinten smiles at Gregorian "Oooh full names is it" he draws himslelf up on is seat and grins "My dear Gregorian Formalis Harthwill ye do have the pleasure of addressing the right honourable third triplet Quinten Taran Marben Teno Aluioscious Tof'marole Delmenare, recruit 2nd Class of tha Long Patrol." he then winks at the hare "Aye think i win ole chap" his head then turns around as he hears the crack "I say Ender sir you ok there wot?"

Zoe_Lang's lips part in open surprise, but no sound comes out. Instead, she slips off her stool, crossing to the older buck. A strip of fabric was grabbed on the way over - handy, being in the crafts room - and once she's at his side, she reaches gently for the carving, to take it and set it aside. "'Ere," she murmurs. "Let me take a look at that, End."

Gregorian grins at Quinten "Now there's a lot of names for a chap" ears shooting up straight at the crack and he looks over to the rabbit "I say, wot 'appened?"

Ender clutches the carving closer to himself, looking angry. He sets it down, along with the knife, and sighs heavily. The elderly rabbit tucks the head next to the carving and sighs again. Standing, he gives the carving a wild kick and turns to Zoe. He sits, while looking at her, and clutches his footpaw. "Me paw's fine, eh? What do you, erm, want?"

Quinten nudges Gregorian and waggles his ears at him to try and indicate it's best to not get involved with the cranky old miser, "Oh aye me family were always ones for names, got keep em fresh and polished up ey wot"

Zoe_Lang reaches out, trying to catch hold of his injured paw at the wrist. "T'look," she says, also trying to catch his eye. Fidgety fellow. "At yer paw. Yer bleedin'. A'right?"

Reluctantly, Ender holds out his paw. "It is just, erm, a scratch." Still, he winces when she takes it. The rabbit looks around, not making eye contact, thoroughly ashamed. His eyes finally rest upon the carving, now broken in another place resting in a corner.

Ender's brow furrows, and he lets out a contemptuous snort.

Ender room-pages, "I'm sorry, I skipped Greg.  :|".

Gregorian looks back over to Quinten at the nudge, ear still tuned to the others "Oh..yes, well can tell tha', wouldn't give ye so many if they weren't, had to add the Formalis in meself so I did"

Quinten chuckles and nods "Oh did ye now...aye've not given meself any names, cept fer the right honurable third bit, got tae keep tha memory of tha other two alive somehow now aven't i" he puts down the lathe and reaches for the sandpaper, now holding a wooden hilt

Zoe_Lang takes the paw, uncurling his fingers so that she can get a look at the cut. She nods and, with her other paw, wraps the length of the fabric around his palm, finally tying it off. "Nothin' serious... Doesn't need stitches. Jus' don't make a habit o' it, righ'?" She grins, then, stepping back. "I gave up wood-carvin' a long time ago. Could nevah get the whole figure outta the wood - maybe s'much as ninety percent o' it sometimes, but nevah all o' it before it'd break on me."

Gritting his teeth, Ender flexes his paw. He wiggles it about before comforting himself that it was, indeed, alright. "I've been carving and, erm, painting for a while. Not done something like this for a long time, eh?" He stands, brushing off the last few clinging wood shavings. "Don't really feel like, erm, starting again right now."

Gregorian grins "Well teh chaps ah was livin' wit didn't see teh point a all the other names so I gave meself one, may as well eh wot"

Zoe_Lang shakes her head, then, and half-turns to head back to her own work. "No need.

Quinten nods and chuckles "Oh yes, names are useful tools" sandpapering the hilt piece now "So you joining tha patrol too then Greg?"

( Ender shakes his head. "I'm fine. Might as well head off for a walk or sommat, eh?" He heads for the door, and turns to Quinten and Greg. "I'll, erm, see you two about later, eh? And same for you, Miss...Francis." He grins, happy to have remembered, and exits. )

"G'day," she replies. Once he's exited, she does indeed return to her work, sitting back down on the stool. Picking up the knife, she bends her head to the cutting once more.

In a room page-pose, Ender's author also grins, having remembered as well. XD

Quinten blinks and waves Goodbye to Ender then turns to look at zoe "Miss Francis? Colonel ma'am?"

Gregorian waggles an ear to Ender "See you later ol' chap" he says before looking back to Quinten "No use tryin' to recruit me Quinten, already joined" he grins.

Zoe_Lang's ears twitch at Quinten's question. She looks around. "Francis. M'sir name. Colonel's c'n have 'em too, y'know." She smirks, then, shaking her head. "Doncha even /think/ o'callin' me Miss Francis, though. Zoe or Colonel'll do ya jus' fine." With a small shake of her head, she finishes the cutting and sets aside the extra fabric.

Quinten picks up te varnish and nods quickly "Yes ma'am colonel Ma'am, would never dream of calling ye Miss Francis, Colonel..." he may just tell every other recruit he can find however, betting that name isn't widely known. He then looks at Greg and grins "That great," he looks him up and down "Ye look older then me so i'll guess yer 1st class recruit then?"

Gregorian keeps quiet as Quint and Zoe talk, a glance going back to Quint with a grin as well "Good guessin', righ' first time"

Zoe_Lang rolls her eyes at Quinten's words, though she's already turned her back to him. "Good 'nough, lad." Picking up an awl, she begins punching small holes along the long edges of the cut leather rectangle.

Quinten smiles at the Colonel and sets the hilt down on a stand and applies te last bit of varnish too it "Well its great to meet you Gregorian aye'm sure ye'll make a great patroller, well before me too i bet"

Gregorian chuckles, one ear folding down to a flop "Should bally well hope so wot, sure

Quinten nods and smiles "Well not for a few seasons yet i should think"

The holes made, Zoe grabs a length of strong, cotton string and threads it on a rather large needle. Setting this aside, she pulls a container of a rather tacky-looking substance and applies it to the strip of cloth. It is then pressed to the handle of the sword, fitted nicely. She holds it like this for several seconds.

Quinten with the varnishing done and the wood set out to dry Quinten turns back to watch the colonel as she works "So what are you doing ma'am if i can ask?"

Gregorian gives a glance to Zoe and the sword as Quinten speaks, curious look at it "Fine lookin' work there"

Zoe_Lang glances back at the two younger beasts, eyes shifting from one to the other. Quin gets the final look, however, given that he asked a question. "Givin' this sword a grip, m'lad."

Quinten nods and looks over at Zoe "Ok Colonel will i need to put one on the practice sword" he points at the wood on the desk behind him

Gregorian smiles and twitches his nose as he looks between the pair, listening to them talking.

Zoe_Lang eyes Quinten's weapon. "That's up t'you, lad. If ya need some help with it, I c'n give ya a paw." She picks up the large needle, then, beginning the process of sescuring the two ends of the leather grip.

Quinten turns back to look at it and tilts his head to one side "Well.....the others all have them so i guess i should put one on it"

Gregorian has once more got distracted by his own ears, flopping one down in front of his eyes then the other...he's entertained easily...

Zoe_Lang inclines her head. "Well then, why doncha come ovah here 'n' I'll show ya what t'do?"

Quinten pads over to stand next to the Colonel and nods "Yes ma'am show me what i need to do and i'll do my best"

Gregorian looks up as the other buck moves, watching him go over to the Colonel, Greg stays in his seat for now, watching though.

"A'right. First ya need t'decide how much leathah yer goin' t' need for the hilt. So you'll want t'measure length 'n' width." She pushes the leather she hadn't used over to him, along with the bit of charcoal to mark out his outline for cutting. She then quickly finishes sewing off her hilt, tying a tight knot which just about disappears into the hole of the last stitch. She slices off the excess.

Quinten nods and takes the charcoal holding it deftly and slowly sketching out the length that will be needed, the measurements for the hilt still fresh in his mind from only just having carved it

Zoe_Lang sets her finished blade aside to leave the adhesive to dry, and offers the sharped knife, hilt to him as safety demands. "Here ya go, lad."

Quinten takes the knife and bods his ears to her "Thank ye ma'am so i just cut it out like?" he starts to slowly slice the leather"

Zoe_Lang nods. "Jus' so, lad." She scoots her stool over a fraction to give him s'more room, watching.

Quinten concentrates on the leather, cutting it slowly with the knife, tongue poking out the side of his muzzle and ears flicking back and forth as he works on them.

At this point, Ender returns. He appears sweaty, and his paw is caked with blood crusted from the sun, the bandage long discarded. He stretches, and walks over to the woodworking area, retrieving his knife from the ground. Nodding at Zoe, and apparently unaware of his stench, he looks around at the rest of the woodworking tools. Finally selecting one, he pulls a small piece of driftwood from his belt and walks over to his seat, smiling happily.

The smell of sweat reaches Zoe's nostrils, and she looks around with raised eyebrows. Ah. Ender. She forces a smile. "Er - ah. Hullo again, End." She turns back to watching Quinten's work.

Quinten looks up and sniffs at the scent and wrinkles his nose "ugh" he murmurs and bobs his head in hello before turning back to finsish cutting the last of the leather.

Gregorian gives a nod to the rabbit as he comes back, the smell not seeming to bother him much more than a brief wrinkle of the nose "Afternoon 'gain ol' chap"

Ender smiles at all of them, the sun seeming to have improved his mood greatly. "Certainly a, erm, nice day." He whittles on the piece of driftwood, easily done because of the soft texture. Soon it is smaller than Ender's paw, and he blows on it and holds it up to examine it.

"... Good t'hear." Zoe nods to Ender, then looks back to watch Quinten. "A'right. Now, you'll want t'take this awl t'put holes in the edges o' the leathah that'll meet up on the grip." She holds the tool out to him.

Quinten takes the awl and examines it "Odd device" he murmurrs before slowly getting to work boring holes into the leather slowly "Like this ma'am?" he asks showing her the first few holes.

Gregorian looks back to Zoe and Quint again then, see what exactly the odd device looks like and generally just see what they're doing.

Zoe_Lang inclines her head. "Aye, jus' righ'." She leans an elbow on the tabletop, resting her chin in paw. Watching. She pushes the container with the tacky substance over to the recruit, then. "Next just apply that t' the inside o' the leathah - mind the edges with the holes, though - 'n' apply it t'the hilt."

Quinten nods and carries on making holes, once he's done he jumps down and pads over to grab the woooden hilt and bring it over, carefully applying the tacky substance to the leater and then push it onto the wood

Ender continues to carve, every once in a while holding it up to check on his progress. After about five more minutes with the blunter knife, he again gets the deadlier one and uses its point to put some details on the wood he is holding.

Zoe_Lang watches Quinten's progress. As he presses the leather to the wood, she warns. "Now, if ya need t' adjust it, do it quick - before it dries."

Quinten looks up and blinks and nods holding up the hilt by the curved crossguard and frowning, he nods and twists it slightly drawing it into place

Zoe_Lang nods her approval. "Good job, lad. Now jus' hold it like that, 'n' when it stays, more or less, sew it on up. I'll show ya how t'tie the knot."

Quinten nods and watches the leathher, holding it in place waiting for it to dry whilst he fishes about for somme thread and a needled with his other paw

Somewhere on the muck, Niveus has connected.

Zoe_Lang doesn't interrupt his work with any more instructions - so far, so good. She glances around at Ender, though. "Whatcha makin' this time?"

Quinten slowly starts to sew the grip up, tongue poking out and ears flicking from side to side

Ender looks up, this time carefully laying the knife down before answering. "Jus' a bit of practice before I, erm, do the real thing, eh?" He holds up the head of a hare. Not necessarily a beatiful hare, but certainly not homely. She carries a look of pure joy, and seems to be laughing. She has no ears or body, but the effect is quite gripping. "I...I can't exactly, erm, remember what she looks like." Ender says, blushing.

Zoe_Lang blinks, surprised by the look of the piece. She smiles. "'Tis... quite beautiful, End."

Quinten looks up imself and looks at it "Well i say sir that's rather good you know, better then wot i could do" he sits there holding the ends of the thread "Now what ma'a,"

Zoe_Lang holds out her paws for the thread ends. "Here - I'll show ya."

Quinten offers them to the doe and watches her

"A'right, now... watch m'fingahs closely." She goes through the process of tying the knot, more deliberate and slow than usual so that he can observe how it's done. When she's finished, she snugs the knot down flesh with the leather, and cuts off the ends as before. "And yer done."

Ender smiles at the praise and looks at the head again, and then rests it on a shelf before returning to his seat and watching the others. After about thirty seconds his head lolls and he begins to breath raggedly. A few minutes of this, and he lets out a whispering snore.

Quinten picks up the hilt and looks at it testing the grip in his paws "Its good ma'am thanks, i'll see about fixing it to the actual blade now."

Quinten takes the bound hilt to the woodworking bench and picks up the blade, it has a large square end with a hole in it at the end, he fills it with wood glue then slots it into the square hold set between the crossguard of the hilt, pushing the two parts of the crossguard into place to set the sword as a single piece

Zoe_Lang nods. "Good luck with'it, lad." She picks up her own blade, then, heading for the door. She pauses once, looking back. "Have a good evenin'." And with a salute, she heads out.

End log - Moving Scenes

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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With:

[DYN] Zoey. (Zoe_Lang)

[ZZZ] Neville the part time Barhare

Sitting upon one of the stools at Neville's bar is a hare that seriously needs to talk with his Major. Yet, Zeraph hasn't seen him all day. The Lieutenant sighs as he rests his paw on top of a cup of ale in front of him, chin upon the back of this paw. The beverage looks as if it has hardly been touched, and the buck is definitely not even tipsy. He listens calmly to a conversation being held in a far corner by a couple of recruits who are on break.

Quinten pads into the room he glances once at the Lt. then swiftly away ears tinged red slightly before he hurries over to interupt the recruits, whispering to them and gesturing, they both look startled then all three of them grin and chuckle softly.

Zoe_Lang is sitting, of all places, by the fire, warming herself before its heat - like the old fart that she is. XD She's holding a simply-made sword in paw, turning it this way and that and then resting it on the tip of two fingers, finding its balance. Right where it should be, she smiles. Ahh, satisfaction.

Zeraph's ears twist back when he hears Quinten enter and then the distinct sound of more hushed conversation makes him glance towards the three recruits. When he sees the grinning and laughing, a scowl forms. Oh fun. They're laughing at him. Well, the Lieutenant is not in the mood. He stands and goes to move towards the fire. "Colonel, Ma'am. Do you mind if I sit with you?"

Quinten blinks and his eyes follow the Lt. as he scowls, ears pinning back, what was that for, he glances at the Colonel and his muzzle splits back into a grin and he nudges one of the recruits with the hilt of his practice sword and nods at her, all three of them look at her and burst out laughing.

Zoe_Lang looks up from her examination of the blade, the hilt held up to her snout and the blade tilted downward from there. Her eyebrow goes up, and she shakes her head. "No, lad. 'Course I don't mind." The laughter catches her ears, but she doesn't look around. After all, it /is/ a recreation room.

Zeraph takes a seat in the cushioned chair, with a huff, not giving the recruits another glance. He closes his eyes as he tilts the glass up to have a drink of the ale. However, it is soon lowered again and the buck leans forward, arms resting on his legs.

Zoe_Lang's eyes narrow thoughtfully as she regards Zeraph's behavior. Eventually, she sets the sword aside and leans forward herself, resting chin in paw. "Why doncha tell Auntie Zoe what's botherin' ya," she suggests with a small grin.

Quinten orders a drink from the bar and plops himself down on a barstall, the officers forgotten for the moment which is probably a good thing and waving a paw in the air the sound of a rather terrible imitation of what sounds like Sorrel can be heard drifting from them.

Zeraph flicks his ears up at this statement, then grins lightly at the Colonel. "Oh..Uh. Nothing really." He half straightens as he says this. "It'll all be fine, I'm sure." The buck clears his throat, then looks like he's remembered something. "Oh! Yes. There was a badger in Halyard named Apple. She wanted to know if it'd be alright if she could come have a look around the mountain sometime." There is a pause of thought. "Seemed to be interested in the library..."

Zoe_Lang's words lead Zoe to blink, looking surprised by this news. She sits back, steepling her fingers together in her lap. "A badgah, is it? What was yer impression o' her?"

Quinten cuts of the impression as one of his friends says something and they turn to bother the bar tender with some questions

Zeraph leans back, thumb running along the cut glass pattern of the mug in his paw. "She seemed to be a good creature. I believe she's become friends with Keita and is staying there for the time being. However, the badger is pregnant, and would like to get her traveling done while she can."

"I see. Well... I s'pose she's welcome t'visit. Though we can't very well let every badgah who wishes t'see the 'fabled fire mountain' come in t'search about, can we?" She smiles, though, because she's in a good mood. "Are you passin' by that way, or should I send a runnah with word t'her?"

More laughter from the recruits gathered at the end of the bar, one of them seems to have just finished telling a joke, the laughter is getting louder not to mention the noise of mugs on the bar top

Zeraph's ears flicker about in a look of annoyance and the sudden outburst of laughter and mugs. However, he just clears his throat again and nods. "If you'd like me to go tell her personally, I would be happy to do so. I'll even make sure that there is always someone with her when she is having a look, if that's what you think is best." He nods.

Zoe_Lang notes the look of annoyance, but doesn't comment on it. She glances back over her shoulder at the laughter, however. "Hm," she mutters, then returns her attention to Zeraph.

"I imagine that'd be best, aye. She'll need a guide, anyway. And if you wouldn't mind goin' t'tell her, it'd be appreciated."

The recruits are joined by another two and the noise level goes up a tad more, more clattering, then drops off into a hush as the three orignals start talking ernestly, they all turn to look at the two officers, the Colonel mostly then turn back to the bar and the laughter returns as does the noise

A smile and a nod are given to the Colonel in response as Zeraph goes to stand up. "Ah. Alright, I'll go do that. Just as I thought I'd have nothing to do today." He grins playfully. The laughter, however, gets a scowl off of the buck and his ears twitch back to lay flat down his neck. "Do you want me to do something about that, ma'am?" He now knows they are laughing at Zoe.

Zoe_Lang's ears flick, then, and she looks back around. "Any particular reason t'bothah?" Squint.

Ender enters, looking surprisingly well. He sits at the bar, on the far end, away from everyone else. "Afternoon, Miss Francis" he calls over to Zoe. Noticing the recruits he blushes and dismounts and walks towards the Colonel. "Er, best not be callin' you, erm, that in front of the new beasts, eh?" He whispers conspiratorily, nearly loud enough for everyone to hear. Backing up, the rabbit glances at Zeraph. "'Ave I seen you, erm, before?"

Zeraph's ears are immediately up, with a dangerous look sent towards the rabbit, already standing. He says nothing in response to the question, looking back to Zoe. Obviously not in any sort of mood now. "Oh.. That would be the reason. You can't have them making fun of you, ma'am. It shows a lack of respect for authority."

Zoe_Lang smirks as silence descends, and she sends a final look around at the recruits, looking amused. "They're recruits, lieutenant. Who're... makin' fun o' me by tellin' each othah... m'last name." She chuckles then, shaking her head. "M'not exactly tremblin' or weepin' here, lad. 'Sides, ya think they don't have horrible nicknames fer /you/, now that yer an officah?" Ender is given a nod, as well.

there's a soft uneasy chuckles from the recruits who throw a couple of looks at Zeraph all except one who just sighs and stares for a bit before looking away again to rejoin the conversation

Ender goes back to the seat on the far end and waves at the current bartender. "Y'know what I, erm, like. Keep 'em coming, eh?" After a few moments he reaches for a foul-looking conoction, which he sips at, sighing.

Gabriel has arrived.

Zeraph folds his arms and shifts sideways a little. "Yes, I guess you're right. Though I wouldn't stand for it." The Lieutenant sighs, before shaking his head. "I suppose I'll head out."

Zoe_Lang smiles slightly, then. "Well, Zeraph, if yer really lookin' t'tell off some recruits, yer welcome t'tell them off in m'steed." She waves a paw, then. "Eithah way. Have a good travel, eh?"

The recruits have quientend down a bit now though they are still making some noise, talking at one another loudly and clattering their mugs on the bar.

Zeraph gives a passing smile to Zoe, then he remembers the mug in his paw. The rest of the ale is gulped down, and the officer moves for the bar to scoot it across to Neville, with a 'thanks'. A glance is given to Quinten. Singling him out in the group. It's a scowling 'watch it' kind of look, before he begins off, nodding to Zoe. "I'll see you later, ma'am."

Ender watches Zeraph leave, a question in his eyes. He shrugs and looks at his glass. Already empty. He begins to ask for another, but the bartender has one in front of him before he can get the words out. Smiling, he sips at it.

Quinten squeeks as the officer glares at him and he almost drops his mug, he deposits it on the bartop and sits there in silence staring at the floor , ears flopping above his shoulders, gone all quiet now it, ignoring the hushed chatter of the others, they saw that look it seems and don't seem surprised that Quints gone silent on them all.

Zoe_Lang stands up from her seat, then, heading for the bar to take a seat by Ender. She nods her head towards his paw. "How's yer paw?" The recruits aren't even given a glance. 'Below' her. Psh. XD

It is now that a new creature enters. At first a young head is poked around the door, and then Gabriel takes a few tentative steps into the room. Scanning for a certain face, she stops when she sees Ender. Walking towards him, the young rabbit breathes heavily, looking exhilarated, but slightly frightened at the same time. She stops when Zoe walks over to the elderly beast, glad to have a moment to collect her thoughts.

Ender doesn't notice the looks or reactions between Zeraph and Quinten, too preoccupied in his drink. He glances up at Zoe, and then at his paw. It has a good half-inch long gash, but nothing serious. Some blackened blood is crusted around the edge, and he picks at this. "Erm. 'Tis fine."

Zoe_Lang raises a paw to Neville, ordering a drink from ole Nev. When it is delivered, she stands up from the stool once more. "Ah, well, that's good t'hear." She steps back, then, and almost directly into the young rabbit, though she is noticed at the last minute and so the Colonel manages to side-step.

Gabriel takes a deep breath as Ender notices the Colonel side-stepping behind him. As she takes a step forward, he swivels in his chair. Their eyes meet. "Sir...are you..." She swallows, a tear in her eye. "Grampa Quincy?"

Tis a subdued group of recruits who slowly start to break up, heading back out to there various classes and duties, leaving Quint sat at the bar on his own for a few moments before he tucks his new practice sabre under his aarm and pads out as well, until he hears a bell ring and starts to run, belting out the door and slamming it behind him, he is soo not going to be late for a lesson.

Ender doesn't almost fall off his stool. He does fall, physically, off his stool. He doesn't really hit the ground, managing to grab the two stools he falls between. In grabbing, his wounded paw starts bleeding again, but he doesn't notice. "What...what, erm, what, what, wha-." The rabbit hauls himself upright. "I'm not your grandfather", he huffs.

Zoe_Lang's looks with wide eyes between the five season old rabbit and the... well, the much older Ender. And then? She laughs, looking from one to the other. "Well now, if it isn't a fam'ly reunion. My, my.." She shakes her head, and turns to head back over to her former seat.

Gabriel looks adoringly at Ender. "I knew it was you. I did. I was outside the mountain and they said an old gr...an old rabbit lived here." She stops to take a breath, evidently not having had a conversation for a long time. Ender takes his drink in a badly shaking paw and sips at it. "And so now here you are. I knew I would find you, Grampa Quincy."

The older rabbit smashes down his glass, nearly breaking it. Of course, being glass, it doesn't produce much of an effect. "I'm /not/ your, erm, blasted grandfather." Gabriel looks confused, then smiles. "Do you want me to call you great-great-uncle Quincy, then?" She breaks into peels of delighted laughter at this, not noticing his discomfort.

Zoe_Lang watches the conversation unfold from the sidelines, sipping at her ale and just in general looking awfully amused by Ender's discomfort.

Ender looks at the child, and then swivels back around in his seat. His mind was reeling. Not only was this girl calling him Quincy, but she seemed to be truly related to him. Who was she? Apparently she had seen him before, but he didn't recognize her at all, especially in her current rags. "Child...call me Ender. Ender's my, erm, name." He drains his drink, and is happily surprised at how fast the next one shows up in front of him. "Now...I think you should tell me what you're doing here, and who you are." He shakes his head at Colonel Francis as he swivels in his seat. "Do you know her?". This starts the conversation rolling again, if the onesided prattling of someone starving for interaction could be called a conversation. "Well, Grampa Quincy," Gabriel stops, and assumes a silly voice, "I mean, Mister Ender" The rabbit laughs, again delighted by her apparent wit. Ender scrunches his eyes tight. He had a headache, and it felt like she had been talking for forever. She continued.

"I came here to find you and, er" Her first hesitation. "Well, sir. Live here. I...need a place to live, Grampa Quincy."