Quinten Log 47 - 11 02 2006

Salamandastron: Recreation Room

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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to

relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or

a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a

lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with

some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the

worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be

easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of

reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths

on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the

bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the

middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with

8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is

littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs, each pair with a small

table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room

and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.

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With:

[DYN] Dandelion

[DYN] Not just any old hare... (Darklett)'s a Long Patrol Major!

[IC] Gregorian

- Quin entered during the conversation -

Gregorian frowns slightly trying to come up with something reassuring to say, or more reassuring than "I'm sure he'll be alrigh', long as he doesn't get himself into trouble, keep his head down perhaps"

The door opens and Quinten sticks his head inside, looking about, he moves farther inside smiling as he waves to Greg and heads over towards him "Good day Greg, Major"

Gregorian leans back on his seat by the bar to look past a couple of the other hares sitting about him so he can see Quinten "Hullo Quint" smiling a little before he glances back to the Major quickly, so he's still paying attention.

Quinten leans on the back of Greg's chair and salutes the Major "Good day to you sah"

Currently between assignments, Dandelion comes in the recreation room, looking completely worn out, ears and shoulders drooping, and his eyes half open. What's most eye-catching though is the fact his uniform and fur both are a mess of dried in mud, grime, sand, and salt - kinda like he's been crawling around on the beach all day.

Darklett nods. "Yeah. Even better, he's out of there by the time I even got this letter. I don't even know how I can write back to him..." He seems pensive, scratching at his ears for a second, before shaking his head. "He'll probably write again. He'll hopefully write again."

Gregorian frowns slightly "Sorry sah, still if he's out of there tha' doesn't sound like a bad thin'"

Darklett shrugs. "Yeah, so let's hope he is. He doesn't belong in Ruingate; they'll find a reason to kill him." He seems thoroughly stumped as to what to do.

Quinten tilts his head to one side listening to the Major but not interupting for now, folding his arms on the back of the chair and leaning on it,

Dandelion walks over to a chair, dragging his feet and groaning as he goes. He pauses before sitting down to brush some sand out of his fur, and then plops down heavily, his uniform emitting a small puff of dust.

Gregorian leans back in his chair some before giving a glance round to Dandelion "Yah seem right worn out ol' chap" quick look back to the major "Bettah if he's out then"

Dandelion returns the glance, with half-open eyes. "Yah... been collecting kelp..." he says, and sighs. "Dunno why." he adds.

Quinten smiles over at Dande "Had you running about the shore collecting Kelp Dande? I spent the morning on me normal run meself i was a beastly mess when i got back damn rain made all the sand stick to me fur"

Darklett just sits there thinking, for the moment, when suddenly the runner heads back in. "Sah!" Darklett turns around, brows raised. "Th'bird that brought th'letter is waitin' on ya reply, sah!" The major nods quickly and gets off his stool, bringing both his drink and the letter with him. "I'll go talk to him myself." He makes his exit... Rather quickly.

Dandelion tries to smile at Quinten, but it just turns into a grin. "Did it, now?" he remarks, and then, as Darklett makes his way by, he does his best to salute, and even makes an effort to stand up - which fails.

Quinten salutes the departing Major and moves to flop down in a chair "Oh yes...should have seen me i was plastered in wet sand from ears to scut, i was a frightful mess" he grins at Dandelion and winks "Had to go have a bath"

Dandelion nods slowly. "I ought to, too." he says.

Quinten grins "Have a drink with us first Dande ye can get a bath later,"

Gregorian watches the Major leave before he looks back to the other two, sipping at his drink and listening to catch up with the conversation again.

Dandelion makes a feeble gesture with his hand. "Could you get me somethin'? Can't stretch my back..."

Quinten smiles and stands up padding to the bar "Of course" he waves a the bar hare and oders two ales "you sound beat Dandelion, why would they need you to get them kelp?"

Dandelion shrugs. "No idea..." He looks around to see that no officers are in earshot, and then remarks, "Maybe just to make work for me?"

Gregorian frowns slightly and finishes his drink to order another "Do they do tha'? Just make work for works sake?"

Quinten walks over and holds out the ale to Dande "Do something to upset em? or just more chracter building work?" he grins at Greg and nods "You bet, thats what our chores are for though sometimes they'll set us a task just to see how we do" he then shrugs as Dande excuses himself and drags himself off to sleep, tired out as he is.

Gregorian smirks slightly and leans back round to get his new drink off the bar top "I always thought it was just cause they didn't want to do it so they got the recruits to"

Quinten laughs and moves back to the bar setting down the ale that would have been for Dande and raising his own mug to Greg "Of course thats a reason too"

Gregorian smiles a small amount and leans against the bar "Sounds a good reason to me, of course the othah reasons I'm sure are just as good, in some ways, for the officahs"

Quinten nods his head and sips his ale "Of course so Greg how have you been? i've not had time to see you in the last couple of days...with me training schedule"

You page, "Still need to write some stuff about Rahier but i've done Quins personal opinions and impressions of all the officers, is good reading" to Zoe_Lang.

Gregorian smiles at the other buck and shrugs a little "Same ol', chores, training, like keepin' a bod busy around here"

Quinten grimaces and nods "tell me about it, i swear i spent the last two or three dayy doing as many mucky chores as they could find for me, not to mention the usual state my fur gets in when training and runnings about sweating"

"... What? What kind o' question is /that/?" A moment of silence. "... No, I'm not goin' t' tell you how I got m'limp. Didn't yer mum evah teach ya any mannahs?" Pause. "She didn't. Righ'. Well... go bothah her, then." Zoe steps through the open door of the rec room, shaking her head and glancing back at the tiny leveret toddling after her. "Go on, scat." She makes a shooing gesture and at that the dibbun finally stops. Zoe breathes a sigh of relief and heads for the bar.

( A small amount of time after Zoe enters, Darklett steps around the toddler, returning from his return message to Ruingate. Heading back to his seat at the bar with his drink and letter still in paw, the major spots Zoe... walking towards that very seat. Hm. Altering his course for another seat, he still heads for the bar, to a seat one down from the Colonel instead. )

Quinten watches the two officers and salutes them "Good day Colonel Ma'am, welcome back Major" he slides the mug thhat was originally intended for Dande towards thhe Colonel "You may as well have this ma'am if ye wish Dandelion left without touching it"

Zoe_Lang's glances to the side at Darklett as he sits, having done so herself. "Majah," she greets, and looks about to say more when Quinten slides the drink her way. She eyes it, eyebrows going up. "... Well. What is it?"

Darklett also looks to the side to the Colonel, giving her a raise of his mug as a salute, before drinking. The letter remains in his paw for a few seconds, before he flattens and pockets it. "Evenin', Colonel. Thanks, Quinten." Gulp, he drinks down another draught of his ale, and slides it forward on the bar, signaling to Nev for a refill.

Quinten smiles at the older doe "It is just ale ma'am...if you don't want it thats ok, i ordered it for Dande but he decided to go crash he was exhasuted...and covered in sand"

Zoe_Lang considers the mug a moment and eventually picks it up. "... Mm. Migh' as well." She sniffs it speculatively, shrugs, and takes a sip. And indeed it's the typical ale.

Gregorian after the obvious salute he would have given upon the officers arrivals has been sat quite quiet for a while, listening and drinking.

Darklett gives a smile to Neville as he takes the mug, and turns to Zoe. "You'll never guess who I just read a letter from, Colonel..." He's got a sort of amused smirk on his face, and, with a laugh and a shake of his head, he turns to take his mug back from Nev. "Thanks."

Quinten had his muzzle half open ready to ask the Major a question but as he speaks up closes it again leaning back on his stool and sipping his ale, he then wipes foam from his nose and flicks his ears in Greg's direction

"Nor would I try," the colonel counters with a grin. She sets down the mug, eyebrows raising as she settles her chin in paw. "So, who was it?"

Gregorian isn't about to interrupt the chatting officers and just drinks, listening in, eyes flicking in Quint's direction for a moment or two before he looks back to the others.

Darklett chuckles at Zoe's witty retort, his eyes going into his mug, before he drinks of it. "Remember a little squirrel kit named Kail?" he asks, that smirk returning to his features.

Quinten leans forwardsa nd orders something to drink off of Niv, another ale for himself, he glances at Darklett "Is that the beast you mentioned was in Ruinggate?"

Zoe_Lang blinks, sitting back on her stool for a moment. "... Kail? Little Kail? Aye, of course I remembah him. His parents, too..." At Quinten's words, she blinks again and looks around at him. She double-takes back to Darklett. "... What? What's he doin' in Ruingate?"

"Yeah, Quinten. Yeah, that's the same squirrel I was talking about before..." The major nods, then turns to Zoe. "He's got somebeast there he's gotta stay with, he says. I don't know what he's thinkin', but... After I thought about it, I shouldn't be surprised at all, y'know?" He chuckles again, taking another drink of his ale.

Quinten shakes his head "I've read abotu that place....it does not sound like a safe place for a woodlander to be....i hope i never wind up having to go there..." he then sighs and swirls his drink "Not that i seem to be making an progress at all at the moment"

Zoe_Lang doesn't look particularly surprised herself, but she does look worried. "... No, lad. Hope ya nevah do. They've been known t' torture their own, there, let alone woodlandahs."

Gregorian looks faintly puzzled "Somebeast he's got tah stay with?....hmm..thought yah said he might 'ave already left" he glances to Quinten "You're making fine progress, pass yah test no problems"

Not to say Dark's not worried for the little guy. But he does find it a little amusing, it'd seem, as he smirks again, only having it fade at the sound of torture and violence. "He's a troublemaker and a trouble finder... He'll be out, okay, though. He always knew when he was in too deep." He shrugs, burying snout in a mug, gulping down some of his drink.

Quinten nods his head and looks at the Major "I am sure he will be fine then sir and can i ask....when are the exams scheduled for?"

Zoe_Lang is reminded of her own drink and she sips at it once more, frowning thoughtfully to herself. She too doesn't seem /overly/ worried, though it is a concern. As Quinten addresses his next question to Darklett, Zoe leaves him to field it.

Darklett's ears swivel first, then his head, it seems. "The... exams? I think, uh... A few days from now. I'm still working out some things in the exam, but it'll be soon." It -could- be assumed that he hasn't thought about it that much. But nothing's sure, heh.

Quinten nods his head "Yes sah i'll keep my ears open for the announcement...i want to pass sir....i really do" he glances at the colonel and shifts on his stool "and Colonel Ma'am....can i ask a question?"

"'Course ya can, lad." She turns the mug around absently in her paws, looking down to Quinten.

Darklett has a sip, turning in his stool toward Quinten, waiting curiously for the question.

Quinten seems to wilt under the stares of both officers, ears pinning back slowly "Uhm...its nothing important ma'am...i just wanted to ask can i" he pulls something out of his pocket and unfolds it, its a sheet of paper "Ask some one to have a look at this?"

Zoe_Lang "... Oh." Zoe's eyebrows raise and she holds a paw out for the paper. "So... what's this about?"

Darklett's ears perk up as he spots the sheet, peering at it inquisitively. He looks to the Colonel, seeing if she's gonna go ahead and take a look at it... And she does, so he rests

back in his stool, waiting to see for himself.

Zoe_Lang turns the paper around to read it, and finds it all blurriness. Blinking, she touches her fingers to her forehead in the sign of forgetfulness and digs a pair of spectacles out of her pockets. She sets them on the bridge of her nose, and ducks her head to reading. "Mm," she murmurs noncommittally.

Quinten shifts on his seat as the Colonel starts to read "Maybe...i should leve you two officers in peace....get out of yer way..." shifting nervously

Darklett sips at his ale, looking at the back of the sheet, inspecting Zoe's reactions... He's curious, himself, after all. "No, Quinten, stay. You're not interrupting anything, or anything..."

Zoe_Lang was preparing to hold up a finger to halt Quinten's leaving, but Darklett saves her the hassle. The finger lowers. Eventually she finishes reading, and with a thoughtful glance at the recruit she holds the paper out to Darklett.

Quinten shifts looking back down into his ale and swirling it again, not at all sure what to make of the Colonel's expression. He looks over as she hands it to Darklett

Darklett reaches out to take the paper, wriggling his nose and glancing over it, going back to the top and inspecting it more slowly. "Hmm..." He nods at the paper, smiling at it and looking over the top at Quinten. Reaching the bottom, he hands it back to the recruit, giving him another nod. "Looks good... Uh, what made you write somethin' like that?" he asks, looking towards the Colonel briefly, then back to the recruit.

That's about her question. Zoe waits expectantly for Quinten's reply, taking a moment to remove, polish, and return spectacles to their pocket.

Quinten shrugs and drinks from his mug before answering "I....well there isn't much in thelibrary about actual life her ein the mountain...or the patrol so ....when i had some spare time between training and chores i sat down and wrote that."

Darklett blinks at Quinten, thinking for a few seconds, and shrugging. "Huh. Well..." He thinks more. "How long did this take you?" he asks, pointedly, brow raised towards the recruit.

"There's some... if ya look in the righ' places. Journals 'n' the like..." The Colonel mentions seemingly just to mention, however, pausing to sip from her mug.

Quinten smiles shyly up at the colonelt and then the Major "About an hour to write sir though my grammar needs some work still....just wanted to know what you thought of it...is all...ma'am?"

Darklett shrugs. "An hour? Hmph." He rests against the bar with a smirk. "Not too bad at all. I was just worried it was taking up time for your training as a fighter, but..." Again, a shrug. "An hour isn't a lot of time at all. Very good."

Quinten smiles in relief "No sir have been making sure not to let it distract me from my training sir, that is more important"

Zoe_Lang inclines her head. "'Tis good, lad. S'good as many I've come across in m'seasons rovin' the library."

Darklett nods in agreement to the Colonel's assertion, draining the final bits of ale from his mug. "I'll take her word for it... Haven't read any myself, but I suggest you keep it up, Quinten. Good work, this could be important later on."

Quinten tilts his head to one side and frowns "Important...in waht way sir? I mean tis just an essay like....doesn't have much relevance to me intended career...does it?"

Gregorian blinks as he suddenly realizes he's just been sat listening and nearly made himself late for training, quickly finishing his drink he hurries out the door.

Darklett shakes his head. "As a fighter, no, it doesn't matter much how well you can write. What I mean is, other recruits can read this later. This might help -other hares.-" Grinning, he shoves the ale towards Nev's end of the bar, shaking his paw in rejection of a refill.

Quinten nods his head "Ok sah...i'll rmemeber that and keep on writing...or at least trying my best"

Darklett nods. "Good, looking forward to it..." Stretching his paws over his head, he gives a half-yawn, and looks to both recruit and Colonel. "Need some new recruit paperwork done... Unless there's anything else?"

Zoe_Lang waves a dismissive paw at the question. "No, nothin' to add. Good luck with it, Majah, though really, ya might have her lieutenant handle that sort o' thing."

Quinten smiles and nods "Of course sah i'll let you see it wen its done" he stands up and salutes "If ye'll excuse me i'll see ye later, got to get down to the training room," and with that he leaves the room

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