Quinten Log 38 - 29 01 2006

Aftermath - Jarril's Report

Salamandastron: Infirmary

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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most

well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed

strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the

walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen

sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where

there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of

different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone

sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in

fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet

is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the

unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in

it, roaming around tending to various injuries.

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With:

[DYN] One eyed, Longpatrol Major, Jarril Black Fleetpaw.

Jarril heads into the room and looks about before spotting who he needs to see and marches over without hesitation. "Colonel, mission was a success, we have all of the prisoners from the camp without losing ta many..." He pauses and frowns. "However, we are missing Wimble, Darklett and Niveus at the moment. The others are down in the other infirmary being looked after."

Zoe_Lang is sitting at the main healer desk, a mug of tea long since gone cold held between her paws. When she finally looks up at Jarril's entrance, it is a nervy look. She's been sitting around and waiting for them to return. At the news of the three missing, her ears flick back. "How're those who've returned?"

Jarril responds back. "They're tired, not eaten that well but they don't look like they've been mistreated in any way." He pauses for a moment. "They should be okay after a few days rest."

Zoe_Lang manages to relax a little at this news. She does stand, however, to come around to take a good look at Jarril. "Anything I need t'scowl at ya for while I bandage it up?"

Jarril grins. "Nope, this time one of my plans went off without a hitch, all apart from not being around when the vermin realise they're missing quite a lot of hares from under their sleeping noses, wot." He does frown though. "I did think that Darklett and Niv were with us at the time and that we did find Wimble but I have no idea on what happened there." He holds his paws up. "But nothing ta stitch up, thought ya need the rest."

Zoe_Lang smirks, then, reaching across to pat him on the shoulder, then give it a squeeze. "Good t'see ya back in one piece, cousin. Darklett's capable. M'sure we'll see him back soon."

Jarril nods. "Aye, he probably have a reason." He grins a bit more. "Thanks, at least its something ta brighten up the place again, another victory ovah our enemies."

In a room page-pose, Jarril is heading off in a moment anyways.

Zoe_Lang inclines her head, then. "We'll have ourselves one more figh' with the lot o' them 'n' be done with it. Aye?"

Jarril nods. "One day, aye though colonel..." He goes quiet for a moment. "I ain't sure if I will survive another huge battle." He taps his eye patch. "Real pain this is, main cause of my injuries, doncha know." He coughs and changes the subject. "There is something ya can do though." He looks about for a moment and carries on. "Got anything ta wash out blackberry stains from fur?"

Zoe_Lang regards Jarril with thoughtful silence, and indeed she seems to be thinking on it. In fact, after a moment she raises a finger, in classic "aha!" style, and turns to disappear into the herb closet. When she returns, she thunks something down into his paw. It is a towel. She smiles. "A bath."

Jarril grins. "I know that... Thought there was some good soap that's all." He chuckles and then turns to leave. "Well, I best head off. I'd be ordering all those that did get blackberry on them ta stay in the mountain until it's all off. Don't want Daclon ta work out how we managed ta do it. Wouldn't harm those ta not know everything. Could be useful again next time around." Stopping at the door. "Cousin, ya should get some sleep."

"I /could/ give ya somethin' that'd do the job in short ordah. Considah it a healah's discretion t' decide that you'd benefit more from a nice soak." She smiles, then, and looks toward the door. "I think I'll be up fer a bit longah, deah cousin. But I thank ya for the concern." She follows him to the door and pulls it open, then, to allow him to pass through it. "Good night."

Jarril hmms and nods. "'right cousin but don't stay up ta late, ya starting ta catch my overworking natah, wot." He gets out of the door quickly and smiles. "G'night." Without saying anything else the hare walks off.

Aftermath - Zeraph's Bath

Salamandastron: Baths

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The bath areas of Salamandastron span several individual rooms. There is

a large central common area with bowls and tables hewn directly out of the

rock. These 'bowls' are used for washing faces and paws at mealtimes and

in the morning. On opposite sides of the cavern are two wooden doors.

One has the word 'males' carved into it and the other 'females'. Another

section sits almost directly above the forge - a sauna. This area has a

wooden door so that the evaporating moisture does not escape the room.

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Quinten its late, the early hours of the morning and the bathroom is mainly empty, dark except for one lantern turned down low, there is however light shining out from under the sauna door and everynow and then a shadow passes infront of the light, the noise of the returning patrol as died down and most hhares have gone to bed

Stat Player Sex Species Age Idle

Though most have gone to bed, Zeraph has just now made his way back into the mountain and up to this floor. The hare remains stained with blackberry juice, rubbing his forehead as if he has a headache. He makes his way towards door that has 'males' carved upon it, to try and get the odd coloration from his fur in the bath. This means he may be within the room for a while.

Quinten leaves the Sauna a towel wrapped around him and the young buck looking tired, he's been up all night helping the hostages in the infirmary, after soaking for an hour to get rid of the blood in his fur he's soaked in the steam room for a good bit, as he walks across the male baths he meets the lt. coming in and salutes "Sir....your up late"

With a grunt and a nod, Zeraph looks about tiredly as he just wordlessly responds to the recruit. The salute even goes unnoticed. He pulls his tunic off, then the shirt that was underneath it, fur coming out messy. There is blood upon him as well, though not so much. Mostly just the stained fur.

Quinten stands watching the older buck and blinks "Your purple sir....why are you purple...." he shakes his head "Did everything go ok sir? i was on infirmary duty and didn't hear much just that you'd rescued the hostages"

"It went well enough.. All the hostages returned alright it seems." Raph leaves out the part where Dark, Niveus, and Wimble are now missing. He rubs a paw subconsciously through his shoulder fur. "The purple was camouflage." Then there is quiet again, as he looks tired.

Quinten nods and tilts his head "I didn't know we dyed our hares purple sir...you don't uhm....make us recruits do that do you?" he frowns up tugging his towel tighter and stifling a yawn "and you look tired sir"

Zeraph grunts with another nod, then he shakes his head. "First time we've ever.." This is mumbled as he tugs the rest of his clothes off, throws them off into the corner, then slides into the water. He rubs his muzzle and eyes, then goes to try to scrub the dye off.

Quinten's ears flops down over his eyes as the lt. undresses and gets in his bath, blushing and holding his towel tightly "Oh sir....well i hope you don'tmake it standard practice for us to be purple sir....i don't...think i want to be purple"

Zeraph rubs his nose and muzzle, then raises a brow at the recruit. "Seems to be how most feel about it. However, it'll come out." More scrubbing. At least he didn't get hurt in this one.

Quinten nods and pads over to a bench quickly pulling on his sleeping clothes "Well thats good sir....and at least everyone made it back safe that is good news"

Zeraph shifts forwards, to trail along the side of the bath until he gets to some soap that he set there earlier, rubbing it together in between his paws. The buck looks a little less than half awake. "Yeah. At least." He pulls an ear forward to begin rubbing away at it first.

Quinten sits down on the bench once he's dressed in his loose fitting sleep wear and leans forwards, resting his chin in his paws and watching the other buck "I'm glad your back safe sir.....very glad"

Zeraph blinks his already half closed eyes. "You're not the only one." He dunks his head into the water, purple spreading out from around his dark ears. The buck shakes them out quickly as he resurfaces.

Quinten is leaning forwards watching as your fur slowly becomes grey again "Lt....." the recruit pauses and smiles "I'm glad really i am wouldn't be the same without you here to train me"

Zeraph perks one ear up like a flag of sorts as he gazes towards the other buck with one eye open, as purple water rolls down his cheek on the one side. "Oh? Well..didn't know I meant so much." The soap is slowly being stained.

Quinten nods and stands up padding over to the water's edge and leaning down to stare at the buck "Yes sir you do, to all us fightah recruits we....look up to you"

Zeraph leans both ears back as he gazes thoughtfully up at Quinten, then shrugs. There commences the cleaning of arms quickly. He's ready to just try and sleep soon.

Quinten stand sup again and stretches "Well sir i'm going to go to bed....i need to sleep its been a long day"

Zeraph doesn't look up from his cleansing, though he does nod when the recruit states this. "If you need to. Sleep well I guess." A yawn is given.

Quinten leans out over the bath and kisses raph right between the ears, like one would a family member before going to bed "You sleep well too sir, i'll see you tomorrow at training"

This gets a mixed reaction for Zeraph. At first he goes completely still, then his ears splay out, before perking rigidly. He turns to eye the recruit in a tired manner. "Hmm? You keep kissing me.." It's stated weird.

Quinten smiles down at the Lieutenant from where he is standing and shakes his head "You....must be imagining things sir" he says firmly, ears tinged bright red.

Zeraph grunts. "Imagining. My imagination must be very vivid." Right now, he is too tired and distracted to say anything more. He goes back to his bath.

Quinten nods and backs towards the door "of....course....sir" the young buck starts to rapidly walk out, /stupid....stupd why did i.../

Zeraph gives another glance backward towards the door as the younger buck leaves, though this time his brows are furrowed, ears back again. Well, something else to worry about.

Quinten closes the door and leans back against it.....a smile on his muzzle which turns into a frown then back into a smile, he sighs and begins to plod down the corridor, why does life has to be so complicated....

It seems to be taking forever for the Lieutenant to get the blackberry juice out. This stains his fur almost everywhere, and Zeraph is now trying to get the 'dye' out of his back. Right now, he's thinking about taking this in shifts. Going to bed, then trying again tomorrow.

Fortunately, Flare was a little more savvy about what to put in her fur (half of it due to the fact that she was already late as it was) and ended up putting some sooty mass over her damp fur rubbed with an unsaturated adhesive. "Bloody 'ell," she grumbles as she pushes open the door to the male baths in a rather dishevelled uniform, pants barely held up by the belt, and nearing the pinnacle of immodesty. Cheeks ablush but quickly fading as she bullies her way to find an open bench to put down her clothes, she casts a glare at a hare just about to open his mouth to protest. "/Don'," she growls, and the buck wisely leaves her alone.

Zeraph's ears perk as he suddenly hears and smells a female hare, and he glances towards the door in time to see Flare push her way past the few bucks that were in the room with him for a short time. The officer blinks at her, straightening from looking at his own side in a frustrated manner. For now, he is too tired and surprised to say anything. Purple water has spread out around him.

"Damned does," Flare mutters, followed by a string of particularly colourful language. Stripping her clothes and throwing them on the bench, she grumbles something more and drops into the common bath without further ado. Ducking her head under water and then resurfacing, she sighs at the refreshing feeling of the bath, even though it isn't exactly in the right section with bucks stare, looking away, or blushing, left, right, and centre.

For some reason, Zeraph just doesn't blush. He blinks curiously at the doe, then clears his throat to get her attention. "So..there must be a good reason for you being in here. Enlighten me." The buck has paused from his cleaning for the moment, soap still in paw as he just eyes Flare in a thoughtful manner.

Flare looks up without much surprise at Zeraph's reaction--or lack thereof. And then, apprehensively, "Are you kretht, too?" she asks with a tilt of her head, watching Zeraph just as intently, albeit curiously, right back. "Mm..." she rubs the back of her head thoughtfully, "'s a bi' like... I don' like t'umm..." she frowns at this. No, this isn't right. "I don' feel comf'table bathing with them," she mutters as her eyes glance skywards with scrutiny. Ah, the ceiling is so interesting this time of year...

Zeraph grunts, then a sudden smile is given to the female hare before he shakes his head. "No. I wouldn't think so. Never had those thoughts. I must say Taeura would be surprised." The buck pins his ears back as he looks over the portions of himself that are still purple in color. "But I suppose that is as good an excuse as any, so I won't kick you out. However, I think some of the....occupants of this bath are going to be quite

'uncomfortable' with you here." He smirks, before grunting and looking back up to Flare, still half asleep, yet remaining somewhat officer-like. "Could you help get the stain off my back then?"

Flare is surprised. "You know my clan's language?" she tilts her head questioningly, obliging and taking the soap. "And who's... Taeura?" she adds, this with a hint of serious curiosity. She shrugs and glances around the baths with a low chuckle as she begins applying the soap to the lieutenant's back. "Quite, bu' they're not surrounded by creatures who'll make them jus' as more uncomf'table."

"Probably not, maybe. I don't know. I just got about the sum of it. Ask me tomorrow." Raph rubs his muzzle clean as he just pretty much slouches into Flare scrubbing his back free of berry juice. His ears tip back so that he may listen to her better as she speaks. "Hmm. Taeura.. She's my fiance." The bucks rolls the one shoulder with a sigh. "And I'm about to fall asleep."

End log as it was 7am....