Quinten Log 39 - 01 02 2006

Salamandastron: Niche

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You are next to a niche in the side of the mountain, which blocks out

everything to the west with its immense rocky bulk. Just barely visible

is a small fissure in the rock, through which it looks like you could

'enter' the mountain.

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Quinten is running up the path from the shore line, stopping after every other few steps to kick out, paws jabbing at his shadow, dodging left, swerving right, hopping back and forth, left and right as he weaves his way back up towards the mountain

Gregorian is coming out of the mountain at the time, going to go for a fun when he spots Quinten coming up the path, a grin forming as he sees what the other hare's doing and he laughs marching his way down the path towards him "Shadow's not got ah chance I'd say, wot"

Quinten grins at Greg and waves his ears not stopping hsi running work out, using both paws and feet as he boxs his way up the path "I'd say not ole chap aye'm doine pretty good at it"

Gregorian comes to a stop to let the hare come to him, he chuckles "I can see that indeed ol' thing, boxing it's ears off, not bad at all"

Quinten comes to a halt by Greg, panting somewhat and running a paw through his head fur "Thank ye Greg doin me best, so wot brings ye outside tha jolly ol mountain?"

Gregorian grins and waves a vague paw towards the sands "Oh just though' I'd go off for a spot o' runnin' while it's quiet"

Quinten nods and grins hopping on the spot still with pent up energy "well let go fer a jolly ol run wot"

Gregorian laughs and quickly hops on the spot once before starting off towards the sands "Keep up if ye can lad, wot wot!"

Quinten laughs and launches himself into a run, powerful hind legs kicking up and away as he bounces and hops after you "ahah ye can't outrun me Greg"

Gregorian sprints on forwards, paws kicking up a cloud of sand behind him, not as speedy as a runner certainly but can still put up a good pace, still a hare after all, half looking round to call to the other hare "Haha! Ye just watch me Quint!"

Quinten grins and slowly draws level with the other buck, pounding over the sand, paws throwing up his own cloud behind to add to Gregorian's "aha me matey tis good ta run is it not" he lowers his head trying to overtake Greg, his short body pounding along

Gregorian sprints as fast as he can once Quinten starts trying to take the lead, making sure he stays at least level with the other hare, ears and hair streaming back behind him.

Quinten throws back his head nad laughs, ears streaming out behind him, paws pounding the sand, throwing up wave after wave of the dark gritty stuff

Gregorian has no spare breath left to go laughing, pounding away at the sand as well, large dust cloud behind him, currently going as fast as he can, he's a little too competitive sometimes :P

Quinten grins and stops laughing, tucking his head down and surging forwards, short, muscled lik he's been pumping iron everyday for the last four months which he has been he starts to move ahead again

Gregorian hasn't been pumping iron, has been training a little but not for four months either so he's obviously starting to lag behind a little bit.

Quinten grns back at you and winks slowling down so you can catch up "told ya i'd overtake ye"

Gregorian is left panting a little as he runs along side the other hare still "Ye must 'ave lightenin' on the end o' your paws wot"

Quinten laughs and slows downa bit more so you can catch your breath "This is nothing Matey, you should see tha runners"

Gregorian laughs a little "Ah bet they'd be off the othah end o' the shore by now!"

Quinten nods and slows down, sliding to a halt in the sand "Ye bet they would, an thar good at wot they do too"

Gregorian comes to a stop a little more slowly and doubles back so as to avoid the sliding, he's already been beaten today last thing he needs is to fall over or anything "So they should be, in the bally Long Patrol aren't they?" he grins.

Quinten grins and nods "Oh ay tha they are, but then so are we" he bounces from paw to paw, still with alot of pent up energy it seems "Got ta get in shape fer me test"

Gregorian isn't bouncing about himself, just grinning a lot "Oh yah going to take the test soon are ye sah?"

Quinten nods "I hope so, soon as the lt. says i'm good enough to ask the Majah fer is signatre on tha forms"

Gregorian hasn't really been there long enough to know much about the tests, he's heard things of course "So wha' do yah 'ave to do then in the tests?"

Quinten smiles and sits down on the sand then sprawls out on his back and grins up at you, eyes examing you slowly enjoying the sight "They test ye on yer discipline yer basic weapons and such"

Gregorian looks the sea over a little and doesn't pay really any attention to being looked over, he grins and nods a little "Ah well tha' not a problem then, piece o' cake wit' a bit of salad and maybe a couple of pieces of pie on the side"

Quinten laughs and sits back up, leaning on his elbows and nods "Oh aye am hoping tae pull it off good Greg"

Gregorian looks back down to him and grins "Ah sure ye will, we've been workin' 'ard for it"

Quinten nods "Oh ye bet i have Greg wot, daily sessions wiv Miss Sorrel in boxin and the sabre with the sword master, then me normal lessons"

Gregorian laughs and kicks at a bit of sand "Ah'd work meself teh death wit' all tha' and then comin' out here to go runnin' and shodow boxin', yah showin' the rest of us up ol' chap"

Quinten chuckles "Aaah got to Greg got to show em i mean bussiness, i was awful few weeks back, alwayws late got ta show em ah mean bussines"

Gregorian grins and shakes his head looking down at the other hare "Ah tha's not a good thin' bein' late, they gives yah extra work and yah end up late for dinnah which'll nevah do"

Quinten nods "Or stuck on all night sentry duty, not good at all matey"

Gregorian shivers at the thought of it and flops down to sit on the sand "Bally mean ol' lot they are"

Quinten nods "aye but tis good, will keep us alive in battle greg, not that i'll be seeing any fer some time"

Gregorian nods some in return "Aye, could 'elp, battle not be ah great place teh be if yah aren't round some chaps tha' know wot they're doin'"

Quinten flops back down watching the other buck with mild interest "Oy aye thas true greg, true nough but aye'll nae be picked fer a patrol for ages to com eyt"

Gregorian watches him flop and sits there smiling "Longah the bettah in the case o' battles, less o' em ye see the less beasts wot 'ave tah go"

Quinten chcukles and waves his ears "too true Greg but at least we've got some of the best trainers in the land"

Gregorian grins and chuckles some "'ave indeed ol' sah, they'll see ye righ' and ah'm sure as ah am hungry tha' ye'll pass ye test, wot!"

Quinten grins and stands back up dusting sand from his uniform "Wot say we head back in an get something to eat before we hit kitchen duty"

Gregorian hops back up again and laughs "Ah now tha' sounds like a plan sah, brilliant strategy"

You ask, "Well race yer back shall i?" with a laugh he sets of, throwing up a cloud of sand as he pushes of, pounding back towards te mountain"

Gregorian laughs and charges off after him, keeping to the side to keep out of the other hare's sand cloud as he sprints back towards the mountain, the offer of food keeping him fast enough to soon catch up.

Quinten grins at you and winks before racing up the path and slowling down so we can enter the mountain at a walk, he waves his paws and shouts cheerfully at the sentries

Gregorian slows down along with him, grinning at the thought of food, laughing some at the waving and shouting to the sentries.

Quinten with a last grin at Greg he leads the way back into the mountain brushing off his fur and uniform as he heads back into the cool interior

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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Gregorian has arrived.

Quinten arrives with: Gregorian

Quinten after weaving his way into the mountain Quint ducks into the dinnning hall a few steps behind Greg. Lunch is in full swing, the room is packed full of hares, shouting and laughing at one enough, drink and food being served out rapdily by tghose on duty

Gregorian heads straight to the spot where food is being served once he gets in the door, not wasting time with talking to beasts though he does say a couple of hellos to some hares on his way.

Quinten takes longer to get to the servinc hatch then Greg, stopping to talk to several of his fellow recruits, shouting hellos to them as he moves across the floor, he then joins the queue behind Greg trying to see whats on offer

Gregorian gets himself something that had been running through his mind for a good little while, a piece of cake, some salad and a slice or two of some pie on the side.

Quinten helps himself to a large pasty and some salad and a large beaker of juice before looking around for an empty spot on a table, the room being so large makes that a rather difficult chore

Gregorian grabs himself some sort of beverage and looks around for a moment before he heads off across the hall, quick grin and some shove along a bit words and gestures and he has some of the recruits shuffle along to make room for two more.

Quinten grins and sits down on the end of the bench "Cheers greg, i'm usually at finding a seat during the crush" he begins to dig into his pasty

Gregorian swallows the mouthful of pie he'd started eating from the moment his plate was on a table "Ask em nice an' they'll shove down a bit, won't yah ol' chap" giving the hare on his other side a light nudge.

Quinten grins at the other hare over a mound of salad before digging back into it "I'll have ta remember that ol chum, so i will but i'm telling you i'm not looking forwards to kitchen duty right after lunch"

Gregorian grimaces some "All tha' washin' tah do, can only bally 'ope there'll be leftovers"

Quinten nods "Oh aye doubt it wid this lot they'll eat tha place bare, i hate avin tae clean out tha ovens meself"

Gregorian laughs and stuffs salad in his mouth "Bettah one oven than a hundred plates! An' best eat now afore the greedy lot eat it all away"

Quinten grins and finishes off his salad and the rest of the pasty "Ye bet greg then aye'd best go change out of me uniform and inta some fatiques"

Gregorian chuckles around his cake "Good idea, keeps the chaps from complaining about messy uniform"

Quinten nods "Thats my idea" he stands up and grins "Anyway see you in the kitchen after i change"

Gregorian nods to him and waves an ear, mouth currently full as he stuffs more in it, he could do with changing as well.

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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Gregorian has arrived.

Quinten arrives with: Gregorian

Zeraph has arrived.

Quinten has been assigned to cleaning out one of the ovens, he's on his hands and knees head stuck inside the fire chamber, brushing up the thick charcoal into a pan, with lunch just over the kitchen has wound down and is mostly empty except for the few recruits assigned to cleaning detail.

Gregorian would be among the recruits too still, walking plates back in from the dining chamber to place them by the sink, gathering them all there before he gets the oh so lovely task of cleaning them all.

Quinten backs out of the oven, head and shoulders dusted grey with charcoal and dust, the pale is emptied into a bucket and a sneeze issues forth from him. "Why do i always wind up on oven duty" he mutters to himself

Gregorian looks over as he hears the sneeze but can't make out the muttering, sleeves rolled up on his arms as high as they'll go to keep them out of the water as he makes a start "Nothin' worse than washin' up I say, wot wot"

Quinten sshakes his head "Pah washing is easy ol chap, tis thee ovens that get yefilthy"

Somewhere on the muck, Niveus has connected.

Gregorian chuckles scrubs away at the plates "Nothin' wrong wit' a little bit o' dirt, not tha' the ol' chaps in charge would agree o' course"

Quinten nods "Ye bet an everytime ayeleave tha kitchens ay run inta somebeast who has a go at me"

Gregorian shakes his head "Poor luck ol' chap, they're probably all waitin' behind the doors tah catch beast when they come out"

Quinten chucklesa nd nods taking the bucket full of charcoal out into the storeroom to dispose of it, then returning, washing his paws clean in a bucket of water "Probably officers fer you always ready to shout at a recruit"

Gregorian is nowhere near done with the plates, he grins and nods though "Aye yah can bet on it, wot else they going tah be doin' tha' just 'appens tah catch yah out everytime?"

Quinten shakes his head "Who can tell greg who can tell..." he looks around and then kneeling down by the over begins to load it up with firewood again

"I wouldn't think you'd want to be bad-mouthing officers like that, Quint." Raph is leaned against the door frame, one paw rested behind his back.

Gregorian turns an ear in Raph's direction and glances over very quickly before all of a sudden the dishes seem to be the most interesting thing ever.

Quinten pauses and looks up with a scared look in his eye "Wasn't badmouthing officers sa...just saying me bad luck usually winds up wiv me running inta one before aye kin wash up and change"

Zeraph lifts his chin a little, eyes narrowing as he stares down his nose at the recruit. "When did I ever shout at you, hmm?" Though, for some reason, he only seem half serious.

Quinten shakes his head "never sah ye never shout but i don't want to dissapoint ye sir" he closes the fire trap at the front of the oven and stands up dusting his paws off "Now ow can i elp ye sir? did ye miss lunch? tjhere aren't any left overs am afraid"

Gregorian watches Quinten out the corner of his eye, a small smirk forming as he offers lunch to the officer.

Zeraph smirks and shakes his head. "I'm not hungry." Then he goes towards Gregorian, to seemingly gaze over the work that he is doing. "You all went quiet suddenly? Why don't you just keep talking?" The hare moves to either leave, or to sit down at one of the tables. He appears to opt for the latter decision. It is apparent that the officer is holding a bottle of alcohol of some kind.

Quinten nods and moves to help greg his own job done "Well we are nearly done sir then we'll get out of your fur unless you need us for anything"

Gregorian glances back round to Zeraph briefly, plate nearly slipping out of his paw as a result, he catches again quickly though before plate smashing sounds can happen.

Zeraph grunts as he eyes Quinten. "Well. A couple of days ago, it was following me around. Now you don't seem to want me around?" He shakes his head, then goes to tip the bottle back against his mouth, to gulp some. An ear twitches as he observes Greg. "So.." The buck continues. "I guess I'll just..get drunk or something. Heh." Chuckle.

Quinten smiles at the the older buck and sighs "Not at all sir, i like being around you just don't want to disturb your drinking, don't tink i'm meant to drink much myself as it is"

Gregorian more carefully puts the last of the plate out to dry, taking up a cloth to dry off his paws, a quick look up going to Quinten "they're not bally tight on the drink as well are they?" slightly worried he might not be allowed to happily drink every so often...still slightly uncomfortable with the officers too being the reason he hasn't said a word to Raph yet.

Zeraph gets up slowly, moving towards the recruits, to put his arms around their shoulders, in between them. "You are done, then? Shall we go somewhere?" Grin.

Quinten blinks in surprise and looks up, he stutters and looks flustered and in the end he just nods

Gregorian looks at Raph and tilts his head slightly, he thinks he knows what's going on but he's been wrong in the past so he doesn't rely on that, curious look.

( As if on a last minute thought, Zeraph raises his one paw, therefore releasing Greg for a moment. "I promise to try not to lead you astray." He chuckles more, then goes to lead the recruits out with him. "Good...." The buck draws out the last word. Almost evil, he is. )

Quinten follows along behind the officer brushing charcoal dust off his top and tightening the belt holding it closed "if ye say so sir...lead on"

Gregorian starts to grin slightly at it all before he follows along after Raph.

Salamandastron: Tavern Cellar

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The cellar is cold and damp, with rows of large wooden kegs lining the side

of one wall. They are kept in place by straps, streching across the large

barrels, each barrel has initials marked upon it, showing information about

what each keg contains. SB, CHR, EW and many other different initials are

marked on them, showing the different types of drink available, supplying

the mountain, supplimenting the basic spring water. The dark stone of the

mountain's rock is ill lit, with only a small lantern by the entrance

steps. Some sacks rest against the walls in the corner of the room,

probably filled with various ingredients for making the alcoholic drinks

that are served in the recrational room upstairs.

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With:

[DYN] Lieutenant (Zeraph)

Gregorian has arrived.

Quinten arrives with: Gregorian

Zeraph steps down into the cellar, humming as he appears to have totally forgotten that he is being followed by recruits. The hare goes to move towards the back portion of this cavern room, to sit on the floor, gazing around at all the kegs. Another drink of whiskey. Drink of choice right now.

Quinten follows the officer into the cellar and looks about idly "So...what did you want us to do for you down here sir?" assuming the officers got a job that needs doing, eyes following the whisky

Gregorian follows along coming to a stop just behind Quinten, attention attracted by all the kegs before the other recruit says anything and he looks back at the others again for the moment.

Zeraph stretches one leg out, resting it on the other, which is curled sideways in a partial 'Indian style' position. "Hmm? Do for me?" This gets the Lieutenant laughing, even if it isn't so loud. He lowers the bottle from his muzzle, licking his upper lip lightly, still grinning. "No."

Quinten looks puzzled as the liuetenant starts to laugh and shuffles on his footpaws not sure what to do "Maybe i should leave sir? ye seem to be enjoying your drinking"

Gregorian looks like he'd quite fancy a drink himself for a moment, eyes going to the barrels once more but darn Quinten for being the good recruit sort and wanting to leave, he looks back to Raph again quickly.

Zeraph grunts and waves his paw at one of the walls. "Loosen up. Have a keg." He leans back against the wall more, in a slouched manner as he goes back to drinking the whiskey, ears tipping back. However, once again the bottle is lowered and the hare squints at the two recruits. "I wouldn't have dragged you along if I wanted to be alone, ya hear?" He fairly growls.

Quinten nods and looks around, he walks over to a small keg and with a grunt picks it up, its almost as big as him, he carries it over and drops it on the floor and then levers the top off and peers inside, its brandy thick golden brandy, the recruit dips in a beaker he snatches off the side and smiles "Well if yer sure sir...i wont' say no" he fills another beaker and offers it to greg "Not been allowed to drink anything but one or two ales in the rec room before"

Gregorian commences grinning once more, following Quint to the barrel and happily taking the beaker offered to him, a quick look at it is given before he takes a large gulp.

Zeraph eyes the two, in a thoughtful way, then he grunts. "So..perhaps I'm going to get in trouble for this?" After a moment, he shrugs. Too close to drunk to care. Seems he's had a jump start. "Here's to drowning your problems." This is stated as he raises his whiskey to them in a 'toast' of sorts.

Quinten is slightly too busy chugging back his brandy to pay attention to the lt.'s words, he finshes the drink and gasps for breath as it burns its way down his throat, eyes watering "Oooh thats stong..."

Gregorian looks over to Raph, still grinning, raising his beaker to the toast thing a little and seems as good a excuse as any to down the rest of it, slightly funny expression on his face afterwards, nodding to Quint's words "Good an' strong, I'll 'appily 'ave some more o' tha'" refilling his beaker from the keg again as he talks.

Zeraph laughs at them, ears flickering backward. "Yes, you'll be getting used to this soon." See, he's not all that bad, sometimes. The buck goes to shift into a slouched backward position even more, resting the bottle of alcohol on his thigh, though still in his paw. He allows his eyes to half close, seeming to think on something.

Quinten grins a but lopsidedly and dips his beaker back in and raises it "cheers mista lieutenant Zeraphs" he then downs the beakers contents, leaving him gasping again at the firey brew "Oooh tis good ya"

Gregorian chuckles at Quinten in between taking a couple of swigs from his drink "I think someone can't 'andle they're drink" not doing so bad himself but it'll hit him soon enough, probably after the third drink that he's getting now.

Zeraph seems content for the moment to observe as the younger bucks drink at the brandy, ears half lifting when he hears the 'cheers'. A partial smile is given in return, and more drinking afterward. Huzzah! For a moment more, there is silence from the officer.

Quinten chuckles and shakes his head refilling the beakers "Non...nonsenses...am jist jist fines kin andle ore en you" he nods assertivly and down another beaker of the brandy, laving him coughing, he tries to stand up and wobbles falling sideways so he ends up with his head on Zeraph's footpaws "ooop scuse sir"

Gregorian starts laughing at Quinten about half way through his third drink causing bubbles to arrise in his beaker before he takes his muzzle away from it "Yah can't even stand up!" seems to fin that very entertaining.

Zeraph grins down at Quint. "I..think you had enough?" He chuckles and looks not the least bit worried that the young hare has no equilibrium now. The buck doesn't move from his position against the wall.

Dandelion has arrived.

Quinten leans up and grabs hold of the barrel "Nonsenses....aye kin stanfs looks" he's up and leaning on the barrel," he goes to dunk his beaker in but realises he's lost it so shoves his head into the barrel instead, after a minute he raises his head adn grins and sits down and lays back resting his wet head on Zeraph's stoach giggling "Hmmm tha stuffs...uhm...wotsa words...goods"

Gregorian finishes his drink only to find Quint's head in the way of getting more "Yah supposed to use a beaker thingy" starting to look a little tipsy himself then as he gets his next drink just before the other recruit starts giggling, Greg can't help but look up and grin, the giggles slowly setting him off laughing again.

Zeraph raises a brow and suddenly figures this may not be a good thing. "Alright, Quint. Though it's funny..you've had enough. No more dunking your head either. It's not good." He goes to pet the recruit's ears, as he drinks more whiskey, looking to just be like..a very, very bad baby sitter right now. When the laughing begins, however, his ears perk and he looks about in a curious way, then grins broadly himself.

Quinten snorts and manages to get his giggling under control and peers up at Zeraph as his ears are petted, he flicks them and grins "Tha...feels good sah...yer should do it more...oftens yup" he flicks his brandy soaked ears from side to side

Gregorian can't help but keep laughing after a moment or two flopping himself down to sit next to the barrel.

There is a moment where Raph just gazes down at Quinten, ears half tilted back and eyes in a partially closed position. After this, he grunts. "And..you're getting me wet.." A smile slowly spreads on his muzzle, chuckling as the intoxication level of the entire room seems to raise a few notches.

"Hello?" Dandelion isn't exactly the sneakiest of hares, well, at least not when he doesn't have to sneak. Right now he's making a clattering noise which, as he comes round the corner, turns out to be because of the bucket he's carrying. "Hello?" he says again, and then stops to look at the scene, trying to think of what to make of it.

Quinten laughs and levers himself up, muzzle dripping a bit, he turns around and pulls himself up until his nose is level with Zeraphs "An yer....yer uhm things ye know...does and bucks think it....cute!" he giggles again kisses Zeraph before over balancing and rolling onto his side head on the lieutenant's lap again "all buuff an..an" he then sees Dandelion and sits up "DANDE!" he shouts and grins "Ehs cute too..." he then slumps back down again "But not as bufffs"

Gregorian stops laughing for a moment to watch lieutenant and recruit, beaker getting automatically filled from the barrel next time him, looking over at the sound of Dandelion turning up his grins shortly returns and he waggles an ear in his direction "'elloooo!"

Zeraph seems barely startled as he is kissed by the other, and goes to lick the brandy residue from his mouth calmly, with a thoughtful lift of the one brow. "I've been told that.. I think." He shrugs as if it's no big thing, then grins at Dandelion as he enters. "Come to join the party?!" When he raises his bottle as he says this, the Lieutenant is suddenly aware that it is almost empty. This gets his attention easily. "Foul thing..drinking. Always empties the bottle."

Dandelion drops his (empty) bucket with a clatter, just staring. "Uh..." he manages to get out.

Quinten giggles and lifts his head againa nd waggles his ears "Coom ave a drinks Dande ol beans...za lt. said isa ok" he tries to get up again and overbalances, grabbing at the barrel "Gotsta getsa lt. sometin ta drink..." he snatches Gregorian's beaker off him, refills it and holds it out to Zeraph "ere"

Gregorian blinks as his beaker's stolen and leans over the barrel trying to get it back off

Quinten "Heeeey tha's mine Quint ol' thin', give it back!" apparently having too much trouble to stand up though to get close enough to get it.

Zeraph leans forward as calmly as ever to take the beaker from Quint before shifting back again. "No dunking your heads." He mumbles, before taking a deep gulp of the brandy. With a flickering of ears, he has a revelation, lowering the cup from his lips. "Think I'll get in trouble for this?" More grins. "Everyone..call in sick, aye?" Laughter. Lots of laughter. Yeah, it's finally getting to him. Who knows how much he's had. The rest of the alcohol is swallowed, then he goes to hand it back to Greg.

Dandelion bends down to collect his bucket, but since he's still rather shocked, and can't take his eyes off the others he just winds up fumbling around. "Uh... I'm not suppos'd to... I'm on duty..." he mumbles.

Quinten snatches a beaker and fills it, he then takes a swig and totters across to Dande and just about manages to get to him, throwing his arms around his neck and sagging against him.. He then kisses the other recruit making sure to fill thhe startled recruits mouth with Brandy before letting him go and hugging him "Don't be a spoil sport....lt. said ta join im...obey order wot"

Gregorian doesn't seem to notice the random kisses Quinten seems to be giving out this time, refilling his beaker, happy to have it back, he giggles away "I'm ill I am, sick yes!" more giggling.

Dandelion puts his paws up to fend the other off, but not quickly enough to not recieve a hefty dose of brandy by way of mouth-to-mouth. "Eyh..." he interjects, taking a step back - and falling over his bucket.

It takes the floor to get Zeraph to be able to stand again, using it as leverage to push up to his footpaws. Still playing officer for the time, even if getting close to wasted, he goes to move over and grab Quinten by the ears. "Hmm. I said no more, Quin. Now stop kissing folks..lessen they wants it." He suddenly grins at Dandelion. "You know. I haven't seen you around much, aye?" The tall buck has a hard time focusing his attention on one specific thing then..and then Dandelion goes down. Surprisingly, Raph doesn't laugh. He just stares. "Funny thing, isn't he?"

Quinten squeeks as he sags from the lt. holding onto his tunic as the older buck has his ears quite firmly, he claws his way back onto his feet "Let..gomeears you...am jist fine ta drinks more an aye...aye will kiss anybuck i want to" he then does so kissing Zeraph again quitr firmly

Gregorian laughs more when Dandelion falls over, coming to a stop for a moment at the further kissing before he just bursts out giggling again and drinking more.

Dandelion starts to collect himself, and to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand at the same time. "Wha-what'cha doing down here anyway?" he asks. Falling over made him swallow the brandy, which is a little stronger than the stuff he's used to drinking...

Zeraph appears to not know what to do first, as the recruit kisses him firmly on the mouth. For the moment his grip tightens on the base of Quint's ears, though he decides this probably isn't helping anything, and doesn't want to hurt him. His groggy mind flips through a few more scenarios in that couple of seconds...before he presses against Quinten's muzzle in return, feeling this is the best reaction. Yes. This doesn't last long, as he goes to just go wandering off. "Perhaps Keita would have better brew?" Mind elsewhere again as he drinks down the rest of the whiskey from the bottle still in his one paw.

Quinten winces as the paws tighten then just stands there dumbfounded as the lt. walks off "He...kissed me" he mumbles and ten grins and staggers over to sag agaisnt Dandelion "Did yer see tha...eh kissed me" he sighs and hangs of his friend "We need more boozes...an mebbe e'll kiss me agin"

Gregorian watches with a slightly odd look, one ear up and one flopped down, still flopped out by the barrel, not doing much but admitting a small hiccup.

"I thinks I 'ad enough." Dandelion slurs, and starts to try to get up again, the sagging

Quinten being quite the obstacle at this point. "I should gebback to cleanin..." Unfortunately his bucket and cleaning stuff is out of reach.

Zeraph goes towards Gregorian, to help him up. "You're friend.. he likes to kiss beasts..don't he?" After this, the Lieutenant goes to re-lid the brandy keg. Or try to that is. "I'm gonna go on a field trip, yeah, and you're recruits, so don't think you can follow. Sorry. Hmm. Yeah. Have a bottle." The officer hands said object down to the recruit by the wooden barrel. More grins.

Quinten giggles and shakes his head and grins "Leds....follow im...ees gonna goes ta de inn up at alyards.....;ets go Dande...mebbe...we get more drinks" e grins again supporting Dandelion

Gregorian wobbles with help onto his paws once more, nodding a little to Raph, slightly bleary eyed "Yah, I noticed tha'!" distracted from anything else when he's given the bottle, peering inside it, well, missing a little and looking at his paw but trying to anyway.

Dandelion hiccups. "We're not sepp-supposed to. He said so." he remarks, pointing towards Zeraph.

Zeraph goes to wobble the brandy back towards the wall, speaking to the recruits like he is some big brother. "Now. Don't want you all coming down here no more. It's a one time thing.." He leans on the keg as he just gazes off for a while, then goes to pass by the two at the door.

Quinten giggles and leans on Dande "awws ks....mebbe....mebbe...we kin find Taye....an aye kin kiss im too..." he nods wet ears slapping dande in the head, "Eeeehs really buff....an ah loik im" he looks up at Zeraph as he walks by and smirks "We'll...bes goods.."

Dandelion gives up trying to get up off the floor. "I wanna go to Halyard tho..." he mumbles, flinching as the wet ears slap him.

Gregorian mumbles something that sounds very muck like jiberish to the bottle he's still looking at as he wobbles his way towards Quinten and Dandelion.

Zeraph pauses at the comment, glancing down at Quinten and his eyes narrow. Though one squints more than the other. "Don't trust you." With this, he goes to collect all the younger bucks and usher them from the cavern. He can't help but laughing giddily though as he does this. Like sheep they are. Innocent little sheep.

Quinten giggles and allows himself to be ushered along, leaning on dande and humming soflty, he doesn't seem at all bothered by the Lt.'s words "Cause yerrrr trust meee....yeerr said aaahh was gettin better wid me sword...an booxin yaaaar" he slurs and stumbles bumping Dande with his ears again.

Dandelion goes along quietly, not yet drunk enough to object to anything an officer says, though he protests having to leave his bucket behind - him being too unstead to even want to attempt to retrieve it.

Gregorian follows the others along, wobbling from side to side every so often and probably bumping into the back of the other two if they slow down at all.

"The bucket'll be there later. It always is." Raph mumbles at the protesting, and out of the cellar they stumble.

Salamandastron: Level Two

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You are in a medium-sized circular 'room' from which several passages

branch off. Each passage fades off around a twisting corner, winding

around in the bowels of the mountain. One passage, however, hardly more

than a short, straight hall, ends abruptly with a large wooden door - the

forge room.

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With:

Zeraph arrives with: Quinten, Gregorian, Dandelion

Quinten giggles and weaves along a appy smile on his muzzle as the trio of drunken recruits and their only slightly addled chaperon weave trough the mountain "Wes...shoulds do this a more...often.." he gigggles and wraps his arm around Dande's waist to steady himself and starts to sing "Ooh am a long patraller oh yeeees thaarrr ay em.." he giggles and cuts of staggering into the wall and dragging dande with him.

"Oi!" Dandelion exclaims as he's pulled off balance. He's not quite drunk enough not to be embarrassed by the situation, especially since there's now a very real chance others will see them.

Gregorian was pretty much off balance anyway, not at all steady on his feet and still got that bottle in his paw, laughing away all the time.

Zeraph goes to calmly grab the two of his 'flock' that have stumbled off course, aiming for shoulders..or ears. Whichever he gets to first. He clears his throat, moving to pull them back around front of him, before partially singing out randomly as well, mostly because he wants to, though more of a poem thing. "The owl-bird will sing, if given the chance, and the grumpy buck hare gives a cheer. When the shrew from from the shore come out to dance, you can reckon to blame it on beer." Chuckling.

Dandelion clambers to his feet, some of the effects of the alcohol starting to wear off. "This isn't right..." he mutters, trying to gather his wits.

Quinten laughs and staggers to a stop, holding onto Dande's waist still he half swing, half staggers around to stand in front of it "Nooos complainins....or aye'll..." he's cut off as

Zeraph tugs him back into line and he stubles slightly listening to the poem an giggles "An den...areee" he looks at Dande again and laugh

Gregorian pauses in his laughing for a moment to listen to Zeraph, not looking where he's going and wobbling at an angle straight into a wall.

Zeraph goes to pet Dandelion's ears, subconsciously, as he leans down to murmur something to him. "Don't worry about it..." Suddenly, Greg goes careening slowly off to the side, right for the wall. The officer is immediately going that way, to get him instead of watching Quint and Dan. This is sort of fun. Gives him something to do.

Quinten swings his arms back around Dande's waste and peers up at him "yeeeer me matey riiiightssss Dandeeee......en...wots wrong....tharrrs nothin wrong"

Dandelion shakes his head, part in protest at the whole situation, and part to clear the fuzziness. "I'm... not feeling well..." he remarks in a rather surprised tone.

Gregorian rubs the part of his head that had hit the wall and points an accusing finger at it "Yoooou attacked me!" he yells at the stone "D-d-don't deny it, ah can prove it..." he wobbles a bit and mumbles something before holding up the bottle in his paw "Ah ha!..See?!"

Quinten giggles at Greg and shakes his head then he peers back up at Dandelion "heeee wha are yeee doinss......yerr me matey no beins ill aye comman it"

"Head's spinnin'..." Dandelion complains. "An'... an' I need to finish cleaning, I was supposed to meet with... I mean, I have somethin' to do..."

Zeraph goes to /slowly/ take the bottle from the accusing recruit, holding it in paw for the time being. "Hmm.. The wall will be prosecuted." Having to baby sit the three is causing him to sober up, definitely. He'll get more alcohol later. "Let's get back to the others.." The buck prods Greg along.

Quinten giggles again and sits down with a thump of the floor "Aye no wot yer mean....tha damn mountain must be rollin inta tha sea..." he clings to dande's legs and shakes his head "Arrr need more.....wots its...drinks"

Gregorian nods a little and wobbles onwards towards the other, giving the wall dirty looks still "Goooud, so et should bes, lock et up and throw way the keys!"

Zeraph goes to ruffle Gregorian's ears, yawning now and grunting as he gazes about the hall. That period of intoxication was brief, but he only sighs and shakes his head. "Right...onto the beds? You seem to need them."

Quinten giggles and lets go of Dandelion and pulls himself back to his feet, he staggers over to Zeraph and hugs him around the waist and lays his head on his chest "nooo nots leavins..."

Dandelion objects, "But I was gonna meet... uh..." He quickly changes his tune to "Yessah!" instead, and straightens up himself and his uniform a little bit. His ears still refuse to do anything but hang lopsidedly though, must be all that tugging.

Gregorian frowns slightly and comes to a slow stop looking a little puzzled before he turns to wobble over towards Quinten and Zeraph, going to tap Quinten on the shoulder.

Zeraph isn't quite listening to Dandelion, as the officer seems to be completely focused on

Quinten when he latches onto him. He mumbles something, going to grab the scruff of the recruit's neck, ears tipping back.

Quinten ssqueeks and is halfway through turning to face Greg when his neck fur is scruffed, he shivers and his ears splay in opposite directions "eeey...eye sir...lefgo

Dandelion spends a while fussing with his ears, after a while settling for getting them both to hang down the same way... but unfortunately that won't work either for some reason.

"Are you calmed?" Raph mumbles, definitely seeming to pull out of the drunk state even more, though he does loosen his grip on the recruit to allow him to look at Greg. His attention turns to Dan's fussing.

Gregorian frowns a little as Quinten looks away again, he just shrugs though and starts off down the hall again, easily distracted right now.

Quinten nods his head "Course....am calm...yer silly buck sah" he looks after greg and grins lopsidedly" ey...greg come back....ave nae given ye a smoochs yet ave ai...."

Dandelion mumbles something about having to get back to... something... and then slinks off, although his head is still spinning rather profusely, causing him to waver a bit.

Zeraph releases Quint, if reluctant in this action, moving towards Dan. However, the recruit is soon gone to lord knows where and the buck sighs. "Well. /This/ I will come to regret." He rubs at his muzzle, eyeing Greg and the lovable one.

Quinten giggles and leans agianst Zerap for a moment then stands on tip paws and kisses his nose tip "yer buff sah" he grins and then weaves his way over towards the door leading to the dorm rooms and Greg.

"Buff...but a bloody fool.." Raph scowls after Quinten, having more mumbled this statement.

Gregorian comes to a stop and twitches his ears a little before he goes back towards

Quinten, coming to a stop a few steps before he gets to the hare so Quint can get there and stop weaving about before Greg goes and gives him a kiss for a moment, just drunk enough to wonder what all the fuss was about, a moment afterwards spent standing there thinking and then he's off wandering down the hall again.

Quinten blinks and stands there wriggling his nose a silly grin on is muzzle "cool....thas all tha buff bucks kissed den.." he spins a piroutte, overbalances and falls into the wall and slumps down to the floor giggling "ah thins...thinks aye passed sah....."

Zeraph facepalms, with a groan. He'd break them up, yet..it just seems too weird to be considered wrong enough to break up. Finally, the buck moves towards the recruit to pick him up. "Bed." Is all he says.

Quinten hangs in Zeraphs arms for a moment then wraps his arms around his neck and presses is nose into is neck fur "ksss suirrr" he slurrs out "Ayeee always obeys mesahs otders"

Gregorian doesn't argue over going to bed, seems oddly serious for the moment, very odd for him, still wobbling a little, probably a good thing if he doesn't remember much if anything come morning.

"Don't get frisky on me." Zeraph warns as he trails after Greg this time, going to keep a good eye on him. "Bed is good, though." Easily carrying the recruit.

Quinten just hangs where he is, arms around te lieutenants neck and nose buried in his neck fur, he mumbles something and his ears flick back and forth but thats about it

Gregorian doesn't say a word just heads into the next room to go to sleep, almost seems to have forgotten about the others at the moment.

Zeraph shifts so that he can push into the dorm area by swinging the door open with a shove from his side, after Greg has already moved in. This seems easier than having to juggle

Quinten about. The Lieutenant shuffles quietly into this room, which is lighted dimly. A glance is given to Gregorian, just to make sure he is alright, before he goes to set Quinten on his bed.

Quinten doesn't protest as he is lowered into bed, he tugs the belt off from around his lap and then throws his gi onto the floor, wrapping his paws back around Zeraph's neck he pulls him down and kisses him again, quite firmly before slumping back on the pillows and giggling "Love yer sirrrr" he slurrs and smiles happily, eyes already drooping.

Gregorian appears to have dropped out like a light the moment he hit his bunk, starting to quietly snore after a moment or two.

Being kissed when you're drunk is one thing. A lip lock when you are sobering up, is another. Zeraph goes to jerk back away from the firm kiss, with a grunt and his ears flicking about. Even more so the officer straightens when the confession of love is given. "Err....go to sleep." And that's it. The Lieutenant goes to flee. Not actually run, but.. get the heck out.

Quinten has dropped out by the time Zeraph gets to the door, his own snores adding to Gregorians, he's out like a light and gonna have one heck of headache in the morning and probably a good talking too as well.

End of a rather amusing Log -