Quinten Log 74 - 15 03 2006

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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Flaxpaw is up to her elbows in greasy pans. The head cook, having

caught her sneaking tastes when she was supposed to be cooking-added to her

absences from kitchen duty, is not pleased with her. In spite of this,

however, Flax is in a rather good mood, whistling in an off-key manner

as she scrubs.

Quinten comes waltzing through the doors humming to himself happily,

its the day after his last exam and we all know what that means....free

day. he's dressed in no-reg clothing and is feeling comfortable and

happy, lookign about he spots Flax and waves."

Flaxpaw waves a soapy paw back, splattering more than one nearby hare.

"sorry, sorry." She comments to the glares and complaints, not sounding

sorry at all. "See Quin, I listened, and I've reported for sud-duty.

Aren't I a good recruit?"

Quinten smirks and moves closer looking about "You sure are, any sign

of Gabby?"

Flaxpaw laughs lightly "No, not a trace. How are things with you two,

anyway, haven't seen much of her." She goes back to scrubbing as they

talk.

Quinten sighs and his ears flop back, leaning on a counter he helps

himself to a treacel pie "Oh we are, we are doing really good together"

Flaxpaw looks closely at him. "so wot's wrong?"

You say, "Oh notings wrong just wanted to see her, got a whole day off

after me exam yesterday""

Flaxpaw grins "oh, I'd forgotten. How'd they go?"

You say, "Went good i think....just got to wait for the results""

Flaxpaw says, "I'm sure you did fine. And Gabby'll turn up, so cheer

up.""

Quinten smiles and winks "Oh i'm cheery enough as it is, though a kiss

from me girl friend would not go a miss either, so how much trouble did

they stick you in?"

Flaxpaw shrugs "not much, really, you'd think I'd just dug up rose bush

or somethin. Got a note tellin me to watch myself from now on, report

for kitchen duty until they say to stop, and report for trainin. From

wot I hear, th'officahs have more on their minds than yellin at one

recruit."

Quinten smiles and nods leaning back as he polishes off the treacle

tart "Oh eye with te lock down, Private Seven suddenly showing up dressed

like a vermin and acting even more shy then before it is quite a hectic

time"

Flaxpaw looks a little pensive "mmm, can't imagine wot Ba-" She stops,

shaking her head. "Well, just as well for me, huh? no one breathin down

my neck for bein stupid." She smiles happily, extending a bruised

forearm "and I found a fencin partner."

Quinten grins at you "Oh did ye now? who is it?" he snaffles a gypsy

tart off a plate and munches it down, the cooks smiling benvolently at

the recruit, he's a good one always on time, he can get away with the odd

treat.

Flaxpaw glances at him "Greg of course." she giggles. "who else do I

know round here?"

Quinten laughs and winks "Ooooh hooo so ye given up trying to win his

heart or you being sly and feminine about it? the odd brush, the touch,

the smell? thats wot gabby does to me keeps me coming back to obey her

every wish" he chuckles nad grins adn doesn't seem unhappy with this

arrangement

Flaxpaw flicks a few suds at him, a soft almost sad amile on her face.

"really think it'd do any good?" she shrugs. "I'd be glad if it did,

but no, I'm not really trying, can't change another beast by wishin, can

we?"

Quinten nods and pats your shoulder "Shame he's lost to ye, i wish i'd

never led him astray now....Colonel's gonna wash him right out when she

finds out he's still going after bucks....i'll not tell on him but

she'll find out sooner or later."

Flaxpaw looks worried. "she wouldn't? an wot do you mean you led him

astray, hmm?"

Quinten shuffles and shrugs "Well i said i was interested in him, but

that was before i found out ow wrong it is to like bucks, Colonel helped

cure me, she kinda hooked me up with Gabby and i couldn't have been

happier"

Flaxpaw scowls down at the dishes. "well, it's not fair to him, is it,

any of it. can't help how you feel, not unless your real good at lyin

to yourself, and from wot I've seen, he'll be a good patroller." she

sighs again "I'd change him if I could, cure him as you say, but-" She

gives a helpless shrug.

Quinten nods and pats your shoulder idly picking up a jug full of warm

water "Oh i know you would flax, then we could all double date like" he

pours the water over your head making sure it pours down into the bowl

of washing up water "of course got to cure you of the mopes first"

Flaxpaw eeks, laughing as the water pours over her head, and casts

about for a moment before cupping her hands in the wash water, and

splashing at you. "Did you say mopes or mops?" she asks as water splashes onto

the floor.

Quinten dances back out of the way of her splashing and winks "Mopes

your moping about this here mountain like a rainy day" he smirks as her

fur drips water

Flaxpaw sticks her tongue out and is about to reply when an irate

kitchen worker catches her ear, and tugs, whispering angrily. "yes, yes,

alright." she agrees, heading for the door, and motioning you with a roll

of her eyes. "That chap says I c'n tell the major's it's more a

punishment for them than for me." she says, grinning. Guess I'll be doing

somethin worse tomorrow." She pauses long enough to shake water from her

fur at you before dashing out the door into the dining chamber, snaging a

slice of oatmeal-hazlenut bread on the way.

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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Quinten follows Flaxpaw into the dinning room and laughs softly "I know

exactly what they'll make you do, they'll make you clean out the bakery

ovens, all that dust and ashes all in your fur, and once it and you get

wet.....ugh its hhorrible"

Flaxpaw is almost laughing too hard to reply. "Yes, well, pile it on, I

say. I need to be /doing/ something, not sitting around thinking all

the time, 's enough to make anyone mope."

Quinten grins and helps himself to oatmeal and a beaker of juice "Ye

could always train more"

Flaxpaw nods cheerfully "Yes, much more. you offerin to help?" She

mixes a bit of apple juice with a bit of mint tea in a mug, and grabs a

piece of cheese.

Quinten grins and nods "Sure i can help, always good to spar, how about

some paw to paw? wrestling?"

Flaxpaw agrees "perfect, that's where I'm weakest, though Greg still

had the advantage yesterday with swords.

Quinten smiles and nods "Ok well eat up and we'll go wrestle some"

Flaxpaw nods, cramming her food in her mouth and gulping down her

drink. Yes, but, I do think that chap really wanted me to tell an officer

that I'm too much trouble. c'n I meet you later? after I find somebeast

to tell that I've been a wretched dibbun?" she giggles at that, not

intending to tell any of the higher ups, just pass it on to whoever she

finds who look official.

Quinten laughs and nods saluting at her "Sure thing i'll see you in the

Training room in an hour or so, going to go hunt down gabby...and see

about finding a quiet corner"

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