Quinten Log 65 - 03 03 2006

Salamandastron: Secondary Infirmary

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This is the Secondary Infirmary of Salamandastron, the room to where all

wounded beasts who must be treated immediately are taken. There is a

small alley in the room, with 5 beds each on both sides of it, the back

wall just a mass of cupboards holding herbs, though not as many. One of

the cupboards has no door, and a string dangles down, looping around a

pulley somewhere below the opening. It is a dumbwaiter, leading up to

the Main Infirmary, used for transporting herbs and other medical

supplies to the Secondary Infirmary if need be.

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Gregorian quietly walks into the infirmary, a short glance going to the healers before he heads for Flax's bed "Hello again"

Flaxpaw blushes to her eartips when she sees the buck. "Hello. um, yesterday, well, that was a bad start, my prying and all.

Gregorian raises a brow at her as he moves a chair next to the bed and plonks himself down on it "Not the best of ones maybe, you do that much?"

Her eyes drop, and her blush deepens, as she shakes her head. "no, sah. I try not to. I-I'm not even sure why I got so determined."

The sound of a squeeky wheel can be heard in the corridor outside, the healers stop what they are doing, unless they are tending the injuured and start to move towards the door in anticipation, that noise means foods is here

Gregorian slouches in the chair looking over his footpaws stretched out in front of him "Hmm....so just 'ow much exactly did Quint tell..yah miss?" slowing down at the last bit when he hears the squeaking and watches all the healers moving about, ears perked.

Somewhere on the muck, Sorrel has connected.

"A good bit." Flax says, still looking down at her blanket. "I know that he liked you a lot and the colonel told him to knock off. And I know he took up with Gabby pretty quick afterwards."

Gregorian continues watching the healers for the moment, make sure they're out of hearing range "Aye and tha' whole likin' thin' yah'll be smart enough tah no go spreadin' about more than it is already now won't yah gel?"

The door is pushed open and Quinten walks in wheeling a tray loaded with three meals, there are three patients in the infirmary and his challenge is to get them to them all past the ravenous healers on duty. Simple? no way a well prepared temptation dish is perched on the end of the tray and Quin dumps it down quickly by the nearest healer and eads away quickly

Flaxpaw looks up, surprised. " 'course not, sah. I know enough after what Quin told me that I never would." She pauses. "I swear, sah."

Gregorian frowns on impulse when he sees Quinten, rolling his eyes before he looks back over to Flaxpaw "Much appreciated"

Quinten has not seen Greg near Flax's bed and has reached the first patient a young buck dibbun who broke his ankle on the mountain side, he sits on the bed next to him, chatting happily and laughing as he give shim his food, the little guy starts eating like there is no tomorrow

Flaxpaw follows Greg's frown to Quin, and smiles quickly at him before turning back to Greg. She extends her paw hesitantly. "Forgive my impertinance, sah? Can we start ovah?"

Gregorian looks down at the doe's paw for a moment then shrugs reaching out a paw to shake it "Why not, might do bettah this time"

Quinten moves away with a last word for the buck and heads over to the next bed, an elderly doe cook with a burnt paw from a baking accident, he stops to chatter to her amiably

( A smile of relief spreads across her face. "Thank you." She whispers, then more loudly, grinning "I'm Flax, a fairly new arrival on the mountain." )

Gregorian appears amused a small bit by the look of relief, ear turned to Quint and the cook as he smirks at her faintly "Gregorian, first class recruit"

Quinten hums softly and trundles the trolley on over to Flax;s bed, e nods hello to you both and holds out a tray loaded with salad and a drink to Flax "Here we are, one meal for the ailing ill doe" he smirks and waggles his ears at her

Flaxpaw looks as though she may be considering throwing a bit of the salad at him, but smiles in amusement. " I am neither ailing, nor Ill, sah. Just cooped up because of a blasted tiny scratch."

Gregorian settles back again when Quinten turns up, a bit of a puzzled look going to Flax "How'd yah get tha' anyway?"

Quinten nods and smiles moving back to his trolley "Well enjoy your meal i need to deliver more food to the main infirmary, later al."

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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The door opens and Quinten walks in carrying a very large and heavy tray loaded with about six plates of food, he starts to distribute them amongst those wounded hares still in here, at the end there is only a large jug left, carying it he moves towards the head healers desk and puts it down for them

Zeraph's fingers give a twitch as his eyes slowly opens. Or that is his one eye opens halfway, staring blankly at the ceiling while the other remains hidden under the bandaging on that side of his face. His ears slowly move, the bound one slower than the other, listening to what is going on around him. Trying to even. The Lieutenant is still out of it, but no longer half dead.

Quinten puts the jug down on the desk and smiles at the healer "Here it is, that water you ordered fresh from the spring" he glances at the bandaged for of Zeraph "Any sigh of the lt. waking up?"

The healer shakes his head. "Not sense that episode. Almost like he went into shock." And on the bed, Zeraph closes his eyes when he shifts as if moving to possibly get up. However the pain that radiates from his side makes him lay flat again with a cough. That may answer the recruit's question. The voices are faint to him. Not quite back into reality right now.

Marsuvees flickers his own ears as he passes the infirmary. The door is slightly ajar, probably left open by the last person in here. He notices both Quinten and Zeraph, along with the healer, stops abruptly and bursts into the room. "Hm." Glancing at Quinten, he squints at him, pulls out a small leather-bound book, and sits down in a chair. "Oy, what's the problem wi' him, then?" What on earth is he doing in the infirmary? Absolutely nothing, by the looks of it. Just buggin' people.

The healer stares at the priest and points a paw at him "You out...now i won't have you in here" Quinten meanwhile has moved to Zeraph's side ignoring the daft insane hare and reaches ot to pat the bandaged lt's paw "Come on sir, buck up now"

Marsuvees glances at the healer, smirks, then pops open the book, scribbling something into it. "Oh, I jus' aim to pay my respects if'n he dies. But if'n he don't, I'm jus' curious." He sits in the chair without budging. "There. Now, what's wrong with him?" He stares pointedly at Quinten this time. "Injured in th' verminy thing, eh?"

Zeraph's attention was settled on trying to figure out who or what the blurry red thing was that moved into his field of vision. The words are boggled together to him right now, but the buck's mind is taken off of the fact that his surroundings just got weird when Quinten moves over and pats his paw. Of course, the recruit's action immediately gets the officer to jerk his paw forward, to grab Quint's tightly. When the word 'verminy' somehow makes it through to his mind, he tries to sit up again. This time he has another buck as leverage. XD

Quinten gasps in surprise as his paw is grabbed and allows the lt. to use his paw and weight to sit up, still ignoring the priest giving him nothing but a quick glance before his attention moves back to the hare. "Ma'am he's awake" he shouts at the healer

Marsuvees snorts, then snaps the book shut, tucks it away, and moves towards the bed, moving to poke Zeraph in the shoulder lightly. "Oy, he's all right. Healers don't know anythin' if they can't even tell ya if'n yer gonna wake up." He glances at Quinten. "Yer a ruddy piece a work, ain'tcha?" he bites off briskly in his Northern brogue. "Ya need ta be more mindful of yer elders."

Zeraph closes his eyes tightly, still hanging onto Quint's arm now, ears pinning down the back of his neck as he gasps for air. The healer makes a squeak noise and hurries forward. "No! Don't let him sit up!" She cries, moving to try and get the Lieutenant back down.

However, before the doe even touches him he growls. "..touch me.. and I'll kill you... I swear.." It is gasped but gruff and dead serious. Marsuvees' poke gets him to snap a glare towards the.. thing. Well it looks like a hare blob. Seeming to have used up his threats for today though, he just gazes blurrily at the other, arm muscles shaking at the exertion of being sat up, still not letting Quinten go.

Quinten looks worriedly at the healer as she comes over "What do we do then.... get some pillows behind him so he can sit up...." he looks at the priest and shakes his head "When my elders stop poking injured beasts and interferring in the healers duties then maybe they will have earnt some respect"

Marsuvees snaps his fingers in Zeraph's face. "Oy, mate. You all right? No need ta be threatenin' the healers now." Observing the grip on Quinten, he shrugs. "Listen, mate. I ain't interferin' if'n yer tryin' ta help. And also, why in the bloody name of th' Darkforest am I explainin' myself to a whelp." He squints at Quinten. "Wot's yer name, hm?"

Zeraph's whiskers flick about, focusing his 'good' eye on the snapping fingers. Well, that is a point to try to be able to clear your vision at least. "..no.. And I'm going to.. kill that rat.." His voice is soft, but should be heard well enough. "Bloody vermin. Don't fight fair.. " Pillows are starting to be tucked behind him. At this point he probably doesn't quite realize where he is.. or who he is hanging onto. Silence again.

Quinten nods his head "Yes sir...but i'm afraid your in the mountain the rat is not here, you'll not be able to kill the blighter for a while yet sir" he looks at the other hare "My name is Quinten Taran Marben Teno Aluioscious Tof'marole Delmenare - Recruit of the Long Patrol 2nd Class, not whelp and you good sir are not helping matters, do you have any clue as to te current situation?"

Marsuvees grins suddenly. "Quinten, eh?" He pulls out the book again, scribbles in it briefly, and stows it again. "Current situation?" He glances at Zeraph. "Hey, mate. Are ye alive? Are ye awake? Are ye able ta see?" He looks up at Quinten. "Well, he don't have ta answer 'at question. S'quite obvious. Now." He clears his throat, lifting a brow at Zeraph. "Ya want somethin'? Water?"

Zeraph blinks. Quinten? Well, he didn't even recognize his voice. The officer leans his head forward to snuffle at the recruit's arm, then slowly release him as he opts for trying to get the bandage off of the side of his face. When the questions are given to him, his ears flicker about. And the only thing that gets fully gets a response is the 'water?' inquiry. "..whiskey.." Is his response, gruffly, trying pulling the bandage up. The healer rubs her paws together, then starts forward again. "Lieutenant, sir, you can't take that off.."

Quinten nods his head "Yes sir you should listen to the healer sir...leave it on sir....you've been wounded badly" he shakes his head and smiles at the whiskey comment, always drinking

Marsuvees frowns at the whiskey remark. "Hhn?" Slowly, he pulls out a small, flat canteen. "Well, dunno if this be healthy fer yer constitution..." He pops the cork open. "It's some strong ale, not whiskey." He glances at Quinten, swigs at the bottleneck, and sighs. "Hm, want some, Ten?" Wow, Quinten got himself a nickname fast.

Zeraph isn't listening anymore. His easily distracted mind has turned completely to giving the healer attention. A paw is reached out to grab hers and pull her close. ".. I can't.. But you can. Get it off." The doe squirms.

Quinten frowns and reaches out to grab the paw holding the doe "Hey sir...let her go...she's doing her job and under orders no doubt.." he looks at the hare "Not when i am on duty thank you sir and you should not be drinking it in here"

Marsuvees frowns, then leans back, watching the exchange between the healer and the officer. Deliberately, he takes another gulp and puts the bottle back. "Huh. Oh, leave 'im. He ain't gonna hurt 'er." He sighs, moving back towards a chair and plopping down. "People 'round 'ere are too tense," he hums, still watching.

Zeraph is too tired and weak to argue. As soon as his paw is grabbed, it loosens and then his arm goes limp. Not the happiest injured hare right now. A nauseous feeling has taken over as he lays back without much more movement, eyes closing again. Both ears twitch in Marsuvees' direction. Maybe he'll remember to question about him later.

Quinten smiles and moves to arrange Zeraph's blankets around his chest "Can you hear mee sir? Did you want that glass of water?"

Marsuvees wrinkles his nose slightly. "Told ye. Too uptight." He folds his hands nonchalantly, staring at all present slowly, with deliberate care. He's quiet for a few moments, before tapping a fang. "Oh, leave 'im be. Yer too...er, what's the word?" He brightens. "Ah, pushy. That's it. Take m' advice, ya don't wanna be a pushy person."

A delirious smirk forms on Raph's muzzle and he slowly shakes his head, chin nearly on his chest. Nothing else is said. But for now, let's just say that he is battling nausea anyway.

After a few moments he falls asleep again and Quinten and Marsuvees move away to attend to their duties.

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 has obviously been in the sauna, soaking up steam and relaxing from a long day, kitchen duty, followed by delivering meals to all the patients in the infirmary then on to boxing and sabre practice he was plum warn out. With soaked fur and a towel about his waist he leaves the Sauna and pads across the room

Standing by one of the washbowls is Dandelion, stripped to the waist, his shirt on the floor. He's washing his face vigorously, trying to get something sticky out of the fur.

Quinten waves at Dande "Hey Dande ye ok over there?" tugging his towel tighter he walks on over to him

Dandelion rubs his face, making grunting noises. "Syrup or something in my fur..." he grunts, keeps up the rubbing.

Quinten chuckles and shakes his head "How did you manage that?"

Dandelion stops rubbing for a second, and looks up, over at Quinten. "Eh, my kid brother smacked me with a pastry."

Quinten smirks "I didn't know you had a kid brother?" he nodsa t ths sauna "I was just soaking in the steam, its been a long day fer me"

Dandelion shrugs. "I have lots of 'em. You know 'em by the speckled fur." He grins. "Sauna sounds nice... Is it busy in there?"

Quinten shakes his head "Empty was only me," he looks over Dande and nods "Speckled fur aye'll rmemeber tha then, so how ye been? not seen you in a few days"

Dandelion begins to dry off his face with a towel, which somewhat muffles his speech. "Uhn... doin' exams..."

Quinten shakes his head "Lucky you, seem Major Darkletts in charge of all mine, he says he's gonna test me as soon as he's up and out"

Having done his face, Dandelion starts to dry off one of his ears. "Mmm, was a major hassle, though, those exams..."

Quinten leans against the wall, taking the towel from around his shoulders and start to dry off his own ears and head fur "Really? wot where they like Dande? any pointers?"

Dandelion nods. "Yea. Try not to confuse the herb that stops bleeding with the one that looks kinda like it but is poisonous." he says with a grimace, sticking out his tongue.

Quinten chuckles "You make that mistake? What physical skills did tey test you on?" is really interested in those exams, he so cannot afford to fail the,

Dandelion shudders at the memory. "Won't make it again, not after they were through with me... Physical? Oh, the stuff we've been training... Running, jumping, lifting... the lot."

Quinten shivers "All of it? everything? oh gods..." his ears droop back over his shoulders and flick slightly "And healing...ahhh i need to brush up on those classes"

Dandelion nods. "Uhuh. I can still remember her face... that lieutenant that questioned me on herbs... right when I got that herb wrong... thought she was gonna twist my head off." He chuckles, and then begins drying off his other ear too.

Quinten grins and slaps your shoulder "Still you passed didn't you? didn't you?" seems curious

Dandelion grins. "'course I did." he says, beaming with pride.

Quinten smirks and claps you on the shoulder again, then grabs his towel as it starts to slip "Thats great recruit first class Dande" he throws him a salute

Dandelion turns around and grins. "Oh, cut it out," he chuckles. "I'm still a recruit, same as you."

Quinten winks "I was just joshing, still well done, this demands a celebration" he grins "Something alcoholic maybe.." ok he's young but he'll he's in the military

Dandelion tilts his head. "Uh... remember last time?"

Quinten blushes "Yes...an i'm sorry about that, i was drunk....have ye eard i got a girlfriend...tough don't spread it about the mountain or she'll kill me"

Dandelion frowns. "Guh. Don't remind me of girlfriends..." he says.

Quinten bllinks "What...whats wrong dande?"

Dandelion shrugs. "Ah, nothin', just some fussing..." he mutters, and then bends down to pick up his shirt.

Quinten nods and pads over to where he left his uniform, quickly dressing in it fixing the buttons just so "Ok well we can at least go have one drink to celebrate your success Dande, if ye got time"

"Sure." Dandelion says, pulling his shirt on. "I've got time." He struggles a little with a sleeve, and then gets the shirt on proper.

Quinten grins settling his uniform jacket and hanging up his toWwel "Great lets go pester Neville for something to drink and have a natter" he's in a good mood today it seems

Dandelion hangs up his towel too, and adjusts his uniform. "Sure thing." he says, preparing to follow Quinten out.

Quinten and Dandelion move on out to the Rec roomto enjoy a drink and toast Dande's success and no doubt do what bucks do when having a drink, talk about Does, the patrol and training.

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