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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