Quinten Log 34 - 26 01 2006

Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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Gabriel enters from the passage leading to the Second Level intersection.

Gabriel has arrived.

Quinten is stood in a clear space near the middle of the room, for a change not boxing, slowly moving through a variety of simple movements with his practice sabre.

Entering the arena is a young rabbit. She looks refreshed, having finally gotten a good night's sleep. Her nervous energy has not dissipated in the least, and she bounces from foot to foot even as she walks. Gabriel sees Quinten and walks towards him, staying a fairly careful distance away. "Hello?"

Quinten spins at the hello, jerking the wooden sword up and then flourishing it out to one side as he bows, ears pinning forwards "Why hello to you young doe how can a chap be of assistant wot?"

Grinning from ear to ear at his gallantry, and his noble pose, Gabriel speaks. "Oh, nothing really. Just trying to sort this place out, wot?" She stifles a giggle at her usage of the hare's type of speech. "This is, er, an interesting place. What's your name?"

Quinten leans back and smiles "Me? I my dear young miss am Quinten Taran Marben Teno Aluioscious Tof'marole Delmenare" he salutes "2nd class recruit at yer service, so wot brings ye to our gentle mountain miss?"

( Gabriel looks delighted at the long name. "Delighted to meet you, Mr. Quinten Taran..." She hesitiates. "Mabel den delicious Tofuroll Deli! I'm here to, er..." Gabriel's smile flickers. "To live here." )

Quinten chuckles and winks "Ye kin just call me Quin miss, an tae live ye say well tha a come up fer the books, don't get many rabbits in the ole mountain, wot brings yer to tha place?"

Gabriel walks to a wall and leans against it. "Alright, then, Mr. Quin. I came here to find a place to live. Don't really have anywhere else. And I also came to find...my family. Or one member in particular.

Quinten smiles and leans down "Oh family ye say miss who might tha be? an aye'm sure you'll be welcome here"

Looking slightly uncomfortable, Gabriel looks at the hare for a few moments before whirling away from the wall and bouncing around on her tip-paws with nervous energy. "My grampa Quincy. He said he'd come live here on day, and his ould house was abandoned. And I think he;s here."

Quinten blinks as she starts to bounce around and hops after her, chuckling "Quincy...well there's only one rabbit i know in the mountain and thats Mister Ender"

Looking at Quinten oddly, the girl stops moving around and looks at him. "Ender? I think that may be part of his name."-she laughs-"I'm not sure, though. And he's not really my grampa, he's my great-great-uncle."

Quinten blinks "great...great uncle...he's really THAT old?" the hare says in quiet disbelief comining to a standstill, rocking on his large feet. "Well tha sure is a doozy of a turn up for the books miss um...i didn't catch yer name miss"

She looks delighted at this...but she always looks like that. "I suppose he's that old. I don't really know him, actually. And I'm Gabby." She curtsies, flourishing.

Quinten bows back to her, sweeping his sword out again like a swagger stick "Delighted to meet you miss Gabby may aye be the first one tae welcome ye to Salamandastron"

The rabbit dramatically throws a paw against her brow. "How sweet of you, Mister Quin. So, where do you spend most of your time? Who's particularly nice? I'd love to get to know the mountain better."

Quinten chuckles "Well ye kin just call me Quin no mista, yer hear me miss Gabby? an as for wot i do, aye spend me time training and working tae become a patroller hare"

Gabriel seems delighted. "Yes, this is the base of the Long Patrol, I know. You're old enough to be one? Wow! Who're the officers?"

Quinten nods "Ya seven seasons old tha me, more then old enough tae be in it, and hmm well there's Major Darklett and Major Jarril, Colonel Zoe an Lieutenant Zeraph.." last name said with that ever so slight sigh.

Nodding, Gabby seems appeased. "Is there a great badger or someone who's the head bloke?"

Quinten chuckles "No there is no Badger in tha mountain at tha moment, seems we don't ave one"

Gabriel hmms. "So, how big is this place?"

Quinten chuckles and nods "Oh aye, even i've not explored it all and i've been here since Autumn"

The doe looks mildly surprised. "Well! Seems I'll be busy, then! There's something to do, at least. So, have you met this Ender fellow many times?"

Quinten shakes his head "No not really, once or twice, seen im about tha mountain us recruits usually try to avoid him, he's a grumpy old g....rabbit"

Gabriel looks saddened. "I'm trying to decide if it is him or not. I like it here, so far. I don't want to keep travelling, you know?" She sighs, before brightening. "Does he carve at all? Or paint?"

Quinten nods his head "He's nice enough...us recruits just have a habit of getting on is bad side miss Gabby, an he does, he carves really really good"

She looks happier at this. "My Grampa Quincy could carve very well, too. He used to send carvings to me and my family."

Quinten nods "Do you have one of the carvings with you? maybe you can show it to im an see if he recognises it"

Quinten tsks "Arrr this will not do me dear, not at all, do you not even have some clothes to change out of those travel wornn ones?"

Gabriel stops laughing and looks ashamed. "Er. No. I was hoping Grampa Quincy would give me something, or I could find a shop."

Quinten pads over, sticking the wooden sword under his belt and pats her shoulder "Arr now can't expect the ol dear to think about clothing, lets go down to the storeroom and i'll get ye something new and soft, make a change from all gritty and sandy aye?"

Gabriel cheers up immensely at this. "Really? That sounds wonderful! Maybe I can wear something as handsome"-she blushes and coughs-"as nice as what you're wearing."

Quinten chuckles and ruffles her head fur and ears "Not quite a uniform i'm afraid tha Majah would bite me head orf i gave ye one of them but i can get ye some nice clothes definatly"

Gabriel looks more than slightly uncomfortable when Quinten touches her. She shies away, and grins weakly at him. "Lead the way, Quin!"

Quinten nods and takes his paw back, leading the way through the mountain to the Store

Salamandastron: Store Room

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At a lower altitude than the First Level, the cavernous Store Room of

Salamandastron is equipped with natural air conditioning. The ceiling

here is perhaps twice the height of a normal ceiling, allowing the air to

circulate freely. Large barrels of cool, sweet, rainwater line one of the

walls, while shelves and cabinets full of the finest food and ingredients

are stored so high that perhaps only a badger could reach the very top.

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Gabriel has arrived.

Quinten arrives with: Gabriel

Quinten opens the door to the vast cavern that is the main Store, he leads the way across the floor, away from the food store and back to the large covered storage hampers full of clothing. "Hmmm must be something your size back here someplace.."

Gabriel skips over, full of bottled energy from the conversation. She bounds around Quinten several times before stopping and peering at the baskets. Looking delighted, she tears into them.

Quinten chukles as he watches you running around him, resisting the urge to break discipline and hop along himself, he watches you run at them and moves forwards "Steady on Gabby.... don't knock em over"

Gabriel lessens her pace, although she seems slightly disappointed at what she pulls out. "Well, it is a step up." She murmurs, holding up a brown tunic. "Not quite as...dramatic as I had hoped, y'know" The rabbit adds to Quinten, almost as an afterthought.

Quinten chuckles and moves forwards, opening another hamper and rooting around inside it, he draws out a pair of trousers and frowns "Hmmm we must have skirts in here someplace" he digs deeper looking for a skirt to fit the doe.

Gabriel skips over to where the hare is, resting a paw tentatively on his shoulder for balance as she digs into the same hamper, throwing clothing over her shoulder.

Quinten eyes the clothes that are flying away and sighs, knowing he'll have to put them back, eventually he finds a long ankle length skirt and holds it out to her, its a dark green in colour "Here try this"

Gabriel shakes her head at the clothing he proffers. "If not breeches at /least/ let me have something I'll be able to move my flippin' legs in." She says.

Quinten blinks and looks at the skirt "Oh...well if yer sure i always thought girls went in fer skirts and such...who aren't patrollers at least" he digs back into the hamper and soon cums up with a pair of green ankle length breeches "How about these then? Though the laces might be a bit much" he eyes the long laces down the side of each leg.

Gabriel takes the breeches and looks at them, one eyebrow raised for comical effect. She throws them over her shoulder as well. Eventually she pulls up a dark green skirt, roughly half the size of what Quinten found. "Just right." She proclaims, happily. Pulling out a brown tunic she decides it isn't the right size and throws it. "Something brown next, I would say.

Quinten peers into the hamper and pulls out a light beige tunic with a white collar and cuffs "How about this? or is it too big?"

Taking it and holding it against herself, she humphs. "A bit big is good, if I'll be running through this mountain all day. I like it. Thanks!" She squeezes his shoulder with her paw as she stands, grinning.

Quinten nods and stands back up, beginning to pick the mess of clothing up off the floor "Aye glad i could help why don't you go change whilst i put this mess away"

Gabby nips out the door, yet again bouncing from paw to paw.

Quinten shakes his head as the rabbit bounces off to change and dumps an armfull of clothing back into the hamper and moves to pick up more "Was i ever that bad..."

Gabriel returns, looking somewhat less shabby, but still a little caked with dirt. She twirls around on one paw, grinning. "I love it!" She proclaims.

Quinten chuckles and facepalms "Glad ta hear it miss gabby but aye think ye need tae visit tha baths too"

Gabriel looks at him from the corner of her eyes, looking somewhat embarassed. "And, er, where are they? I think I can use them by myself."

Quinten points at the door "Oot there, down the stairs and is the first door on the right, female baths are easy to spot"

Running out the door, Gabriel turns back for a moment. "Thankyou, Quin. You've been so helpful."

Quinten waves his ears at her and salutes "jist doing me duty miss resident ma'am"

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Salamandastron: Kitchens

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The kitchens of Salamandastron are the center of much activity, charged

with feeding all the inhabitants of the mountain. Countless cooks in

white apronsscurry about, brushing hurriedly past the obviously uninvited

non-culinary hares. Food is everywhere! Some tables, covered in flour,

fruit juice, and cutting boards, are apparently used for food preparation,

while on others sit cooling cakes, well-tossed salads, and other finished

products. Though the numerous ovens occupy the side of the room farthest

from the door, their combined heat is enough to substantially warm the

whole room and all its occupants. And with the heat come the scents, as

the aromas of various foods, spices, and seasonings waft around the room,

enough to tempt even the most stoic beast.

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With:

[DYN] Coping? Me? (Ender)

[ZZZ] Newel

Newel wears an apron over his uniform as he's busy peeling potatoes with a slightly sour look on his face. "Can' b'lieve 'm stuck with 'is rubbish. I nevah 'eard of a Long Patrol 'are peelin' taters. Some legend this is, wot." The recruit's murmuring continues until he finishes peeling this particular potato. He then looks around to make sure no one else is present or watching, before popping the peeled spud into his mouth. It wasn't very big, and so he's able to swallow it all pretty quickly.

Quinten comes out of the storeroom, out of uniform and dressed in the white outfit he's taken to wearing when doing chores that may get him messy, not that there is much white left, most of it is a dusty grey and black, he's toting a basket full of charcoal and wood towards one of the main ovens which is out, he tips his ears at Newel in greeting raising a dusty paw "Hi there ole chap"

Ender hobbles in, his cane present for the first time in several weeks. He favors one footpaw, though the limp is barely noticable. Rolling his eyes at the presence of yet another recruit, he heads into the store room. At that exact moment, Quinten comes out of it. Ender backs up hastily, losing his balance. He scrabbles against the ground with his cane and footpaws as he reels backwards and ends up on a table, mercifully empty. The rabbit pushes himself up with his elbows, glaring at Quinten. "What're you doin', eh?"

Newel looks up and hides his sour expression and coughs slightly at the dust and whatnot Quinten brings in with him. "*cough* 'Ello there *cough* mate. What're..." His words are cut off as he gives Ender a strange look. The hare wasn't expecting to meet a rabbit in this place, much less an old one. The bemused look remains as he looks back and forth between Ender and Quinten.

Niveus has arrived.

Quinten blinks and half reaches out to support Ender but stops before touching him "Sorry about that Sir...am stoking tha ovens up fresh, wasn't expecting anyone else to come on in through that door"

Glowering, Ender hoists himself up, grumbling to himself all the while. When he stands he brushes off his back before pointing his cane at Quinten. "You should, erm, watch where you're going anyway, eh? I do have a tendency to, erm, sneak up on people." This last sentence is dripping with sarcasm, and the rabbit turns to Newel. "Didn't mean to, erm, interrupt. Carry on, eh?"

Newel blinks at Ender, and shrugs softly as he begins peeling another potato. "Aye."

Quinten salutes getting charcoal all over his ear "Sorry sir realy am, didn't want to cause a problem sir..."

Ender continues to glare before entering the storage room. "Hmph." is all he can manage.

Newel snuck another spud while nobeast was looking. "*gulp* Sounds like a dirty job, ol' chap," he says to the fellow recruit. He looks at his sort of stained apron. "Not that this isn', wot. Me wrists're startin' to ache."

Niveus room-pages, "Dreamin' up IC reason to poof in, I'll scratch out a pose in as soon as I sho do.".

Quinten chuckles and pads over to the fire, setting the basket down he begins to load the large fire place under the main oven with wood and charcoal kindling "yup but somebeasts got to do it, is my turn today, will be yours sometime i'm sure" he winks at the fellow recruit "I'm Quinten, though you can call me Quin if ye like" he plucks at his white top with a paw, leaving it dirtier then before, "Ye should see about getting yerself some whites fer the dirty jobs, saves on the uniform"

Newel still stares at his apron. "Aye, I sh'd, wot," he remarks before looking back up. "An' aye, I met ye in the trainin' room 'at one day." He passes a glance at the pile of peeled potatoes he's accumulated, giving a soft 'hm' at it before looking at the potato he's currently peeling and makes a bit of a face. He can only have so many potatoes before yearning for something more, and who knows how many he snuck before anyone else came in here.

Quinten nods his head and grins "Oh course Newel isn't it? Sorry ol bean never wos one fer faces wot" he can'ts his head at the store room as he carries on getting filthier, loading wood in the oven "Ye kin probably find some whites in the clothes stores in there, i swear the officers don't issue em to test us, ta see if we're smart enough ta think of it ourselves."

Ender returns, carrying a bottle and what appears to be a parsnip. He is unsuccsefully trying to hide the former, while looking at the latter hungrily. The rabbit peers at the two recruits in the kitchen before nodding and smirking. "Still here? Ach, what have those, erm, superior officers got you doing?"

Newel nods a bit, considering doing that in the next little while. But still not in the best of moods over this chore he's been stuck with, he has to his tongue from saying 'What does it look like?'. Instead, the recruit looks down at the knife and potato in his paws, then at the pile of unpeeled potatoes and then to the pile of peeled potatoes before looking back at Ender like that should be enough to tell.

Quinten looks up at the rabbit, raising a paw and pushing his ears back "Cleaning fires Ender sir, is a right mucky job i can tell you, be glad they don't have you doing it, its a nasty way to spend the day, i'd rather have carried on showing that lidddle rabbit about"

Ender looks at Newel and shakes his head noticably. He turns to Quinten, his curiosity piqued. "A younger rabbit, y'say-" Breaking off, Ender looks sheepish. "Despite running into, erm, each other quite often, I still don't know, erm, your name, eh? I may have just, erm, forgotten."

Newel hms softly and just continues on with the ever-so-exciting job of peeling potatoes.

Quinten chuckles and tosses off a salute "Aye'm Quintent sir or jist Quin an ya short lass, in a right state, dreadful clothes and fur, i got her some new togs out oh the stores and sent her on down to the baths, says she's here to stay with her great great Uncle." glance given to the rabbit.

Sniffing indignantly after being shooed off by one of the several beasts of the kitchen staff, Niveus turns tail and saunters into the rear echelons of the kitchen toward the storeroom. Sliding to a stop beside the familiar Newel, the buck gives a severe twitch of his nose and casts a look toward the stack of potatoes. "'Ello there, chap. Wot exactly earned this jolly wonderful honor, eh wot?" He inquires, sighting Quinten and the elder before offering up polite nods.

Ender stiffens at the family term. "Drat" he mutters. His mouth twitches several times before he looks at Quinten and smiles. "Well, I guess y'know me. Ender" The rabbit says his name emphatically and his smile becomes more of a smirk. "I'll be, erm, seeing you, eh?" Taking his cane, he twirls it in his paw before attempting to march out the door, but instead barely staying upright until he was on the stairs. A crash of glass and a shout of "Oh, bugger" can be heard.

Newel looks up and sighs at Niveus, answering with a single word: "Luck". He gives a shrug, resuming his work as his mind also wanders like it has been almost from the moment he started with this job today. A lot of things have been passing through his mind.

Quinten stands up and stretches "Good day to ye Niveus nice to see ye wot, yer just in time tae see the patrols messiest recruits, anything we kin elp ye with?"

Ender has left.

"I say, I'd trade pealin' for a cold night in the box," Niveus mutters, pausing to cast a bemused look toward the path Ender had taken. Scratching his head dismissibly, the buck shrugs. "Help? Oh, nothin' o' the sort, chap. Just slinkin' in to yoink somethin' to quench m'thirst durin' post." Having said such, the soldier slinks out of sight into the store room, returning quickly with a flask in paw. "Ehehe, rotten offisahs keepin' all the nice water in bottles an' leave a pail for us poor chaps keepin' watch. Bad egg, I say."

Quinten blinks and shakes his head "Box Niveus? wots tha box when its at home an i don't know i dread to think how far ye'd bounce from the bootin ye'd get if the brass found ye drinking on watch wot" he chuckles and claps his paws agianst his trousers sending up a small cloud of dust

Newel hm, a smirk forming. "Mebbe y'd end up in 'ere, wot."

Niveus shakes the spring water meaningfully. "Blinkin' water, sah! Wot, want a chap t'die o' thirst? Pfah!" He mutters. "Box bein' the sentry post, boyo. Coldest place in the whole mountain."

Quinten nods his head ears flopping "aye never said ye was drinking Niveus, jist tha's why the officers keep it bottled up out oh our reach" he grins "Oh never heard it called tha before, yer right tis cold up there"

Newel shivers slightly at the thought, though he is uncertain as to which chore or job he'd rather have. After a pause, he speaks up on a different note as he feels his stomach gurgle inaudibly. "Word 'o 'vice, chaps...allus have somethin' t'eat with yer taters, wot."

Niveus raises his brow toward Quinten, blinking away bemusement to the young recruit before merely shrugging. With the mention from the other buck, the soldier snickers quietly and nods deftly. "Learned that'un a long while ago. Rotten trick, isn't it? Puttin' all those vittles in front o' a lad without anythin' on the side, blighters!"

Niveus raises his brow toward Quinten, blinking away bemusement to the young recruit before merely shrugging. With the mention from the other buck, the soldier snickers quietly and nods deftly. "Learned that'un a long while ago. Rotten trick, isn't it? Puttin' all those vittles in front o' a lad without anythin' on the side, blighters!" (re)

Quinten smiles and nods "I hate doing tha spuds, i'd rather do the ovens" he nods at the oven now ready to be lit when needed for the over night baking"

Newel says, "Aye, I 'gree with ye on that, wot" to Niveus. "Wot is f' dinner anyway?" he asks, looking to the pair, and then the potatoes. "Well..'sides the taters of course."

Niveus shrugs his shoulders glumly, eats drooping. "Dunno, wot's worse is I'm one o' the unlucky chaps on watch durin' the scoff. That's twice! It's a blinkin' conspiracy, I swear it!"

Quinten chuckls and shakes his head "Least yer just on watch Niveus, aye'm gonna be late as per usual got to clean up first"

Quinten's mentioning of being late prompts Newel to speed up. He starts peeling rather quickly, but strangely there doesn't seem to be any price paid in terms of how well the job's done. "Thanks f' the reminder, chap," he says as he peels away, and tosses a peeled spud onto the respective pile.

Niveus slaps his paw to his forehead. "Late, roight! Maybe I shouldn't be standin' around gabbin', eh heh! G'day, you chaps." The buck quickly moves toward the passage into the paw, paw clasped about the hilt of his sword to keep it out of the way in the midst of his swift pace.

Quinten watches Niveues head on out and shakes his head "Nice chap that"

Newel nods softly, and breathes another sigh as another peeled spud is added to the pile as he's really picked up the pace. "Sorry f'my mood, chap. I've allus know 'ow t'peel taters e'en 'fore comin' here, but doesn't mean I like doin' it. Plus, 've just been thinkin' a lot about things."

Quinten smiles at the other buck and nods "Ow we all end up on tater duty from time to time, builds character apparently, can't all be sword practice and boxing"

Newel says, "Oh, 's not jus' that. It's...ah, ne'er mind." He looks back down, not wanting to not be looking as he peels. There goes another on the pile."

Quinten blinks and stands up "Wot is it matey? About tha patrol? yer aving second thoughts?"

Newel shrugs as he tosses another peeled spud. "I d'no really. It's like, y'want to be picked to go on these patrols an' whatnot in 'opes of givin' those vermin a taste 'o some steel, right? But then when y' actually get th' chance, it turns out t'be a lot more than what ye expected." Another peeled spud. "An' then y'don't know what to think when ye don't get t'go on the next one."

Quinten blinks and shakes his head "I've not been on any patrols....am still 2nd class aye don't get to leave the mountain it seems,"

Newel hms as he tosses yet another one, going pretty fast but still doing just fine in terms of a peeling job. "I got to a coupla weeks back. 'Twas gonna be jus' yer av'rage patrol. It was a bit more th'n that, wot."

Quinten blinks and nods "The patrol were Lt. Zeraph got hurt? I heard he'd been injured but thats all we heard"

Newel doesn't want to dampen Quinten's spirits, and so all he says as he tosses another potato is "Aye, that 'un. I was there."

Quinten sits up and grins "Wow lucky you mate, aye'm not even meant to go down to the beach"

Newel hms and shrugs a bit. Personally, he's not sure just how lucky he was to be a part of that. He doesn't dwell on it long. "Ah well. Y'll get yer chance 'ventually, 'm sure."

Quinten nods and stands up stretching "aye tha i will, tha i will"

Newel chuckles as he finishes with another potato and holds it up, offering it to Quinten. "Would ye fancy a spud, chap?"

Quinten smirks and brushes a paw off as best he can and pops it in his muzzle "Cheers" he mutters around it "Am ravished"

Newel hehs, putting a paw to his stomach with his tongue sticking out a little. "Don't eat too many of 'em, wot. Y'don't feel very good after too many of 'em by themselves, wot."

Quinten grins "You need em roasted to taste te best"

Newel starts imagining aloud. "An' with butter, mm.." He tosses another potato. "Oh corks...'ll be starvin' in no time if I keep that up, an' I don' feel like fillin' me stomach with jus' taters."

Quinten chuckles and moves over to pick up his basker of wood and move over to another oven "At least yer not filthy with charcoal dust"

Newel shrugs. "True there, chap." By this time he's peeled the last of the potatoes, and he sits up quickly as he tosses that last one. "Well 'm gonna go get m'self cleaned up afore going to eat."

Quinten looks up and nods "Ok Niveus see you later n the mess aye'm gonna finish this oven then go have a bath i'm filthy"

Somewhere on the muck, Taye has connected.

Newel throws off his apron into a pile of dirty linens, and bounds off. "Aye, catch ye later, ol' Quint chap!" he says behind him as he heads off for his dormitory.

Quinten chuckles and nods waving goodbye before ducking down into the overn again

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