Quinten Log 42 - 04 02 2006

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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Darklett has arrived.

Quinten is sat on the edge of a cot looking for want of a better work ridiculous, he has a bandage on the end of his nose and help in place by being tied behind the back of his head whilst leaving his lower jaw free, a healer is leaning down next to him tightening the bandage. "Ok recruit leave that on until the morning and then you can take it off, and keep paws away from it as well.

Darklett walks into the infirmary in casual clothes, looking for the healer that had been giving him his bandage changes... Not finding him, he's about to turn out, when he sees

Quinten, looking... partially mummified, around the face. Heh. Curious, he steps into the infirmary, waiting until the healer's done with the instructions, then neatly sidestepping the rushed healer hare as he walks past, plopping down on the unused cot near Quinten.

"Afternoon, Recruit." He's biting his lip, trying not to laugh.

Quinten looks up, ears tipping backwards, shuffling on his cot "Afdernon sah" he mumbles "glad ta see yef bac sah"

"Looks like somebeast got the better of ya on the nose, heh." Darklett points to the bandaging around the recruit's snout, shoulders bouncing in a chuckle. "Looks like a bit more than just a nosebleed, too!"

Quinten nods his head "yes sah, lieutenad Zerad god me in tha snout durin practid sah, broke it"

Darklett raises both his eyebrows. "Broken nose, heh! That's one thing I've never had, out of everything that I have had..." He thinks, and his smile turns into a serious look. "Not gonna keep you from training, is it?"

Quinten shakes his head "Nod sah, can ged bacd to trainid today, jus god ta avoid bangind me dose and it should be fine" he shakes his head and grimaces "was real bad luc wot"

Darklett is pleased at the sound, nodding. "Good. With the recruit testing coming up, wouldn't want you to lose the opportunity, or anything. But, at least you can learn from the bandages, right? Don't let him get you there, again, heh."

Quinten nods his head "yed sir i'll remeder thad fer next time ah box wid im" he sits up then and blinks "tesding....whend is thad no one mentiond it.."

Darklett looks a little to the left and upwards, his mouth twisting to the side. "...I really don't know -when.- I just know it's soon." He looks around for that healer that's supposed to change his bandages again, and shrugs. "Make sure you're ready; we need as many fighters as we can get."

Quinten salutes "Yed sir ayed be ready sah...but dont aye aved ta apply fer thad testin?" he looks at your bandages and then around the room "do yed wand me to chandge yer bandgadges Major? i did tha basid healerd trainig" he wrinkles and places a paw lightly on his nose "an i sond stupeds"

Darklett smirks, giving the recruit a return salute. "I just figured everybeast who could was going to apply. Why not, can't lose anything by it?" He laughs, and shakes his head at the offer. "Nah, it's not like it's urgent. Just awfully rude to tell me to be here without being here himself, don't ya think?"

Quinten nods his head and looks around "Tis bad form yed sir...so...can i apply sah? as yed say ay'd nod loose anythind by applyind"

Darklett nods in response. "Sure, just stop by the leaders' offices and ask for an application. There's no reason I can see that they wouldn't let you take the exam."

Quinten smiles and then winces and places a paw on the end of his nose "Yesd sah...i'll geed one an den git it signd" the recruit hops off the cot and stands up "In fad i could gosd get one now...an asd ye'd ere" he grins at you hopefully.

Darklett has to concentrate to understand what Quinten is saying at first, but he gets the gist, and nods slowly with a grin. "Yeah, why not? Not like I have an appointment with a healer right now, or anything..." he murmurs, sounding a little irate, but mostly good-naturedly as he stands up.

Quinten tilts his head nad chuckles a bit "mebbe ye could chew thad healedr oud fed a changd? insted ofd da recruids"

Darklett is taken aback, mocking insulted. "Chewing out the recruits? Why, I hope you're not making me out to be the bad officer, here... That's mostly the -other- majors." He shrugs with a chuckle, and heads towards the exit.

Quinten grins and follows after you, trying to curb his urge to hop, got to keep the eagerness in check or else he may wind up looking a tad foolish "ofd cause nod Maja Darkledd ye one of de besd officerds in da mountand and your de fightah recruid chiefd too" ok he gives in and bounds after the major, hopping along on his hind legs.

End of Log - Me and Darklett took it as read that Quin gets the paperwork filled out and signed. We decided that Rp'ing doing paperwork is not too fun. :P