Quinten Log 7 - 19 09 2005

Salamandastron: Level Two

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You are in a medium-sized circular 'room' from which several passages

branch off. Each passage fades off around a twisting corner, winding

around in the bowels of the mountain. One passage, however, hardly more

than a short, straight hall, ends abruptly with a large wooden door - the

forge room.

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With:

[DYN] Zoey. (Zoe_Lang)

Howard enters from the passage leading down to the First Level.

Howard has arrived.

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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[DYN] "Proud to be...Stoned by Zoe" - (Ender)

[IC] Malica

The door opens and Quinten pokes his head around the frame looking about

Malica is sitting on her cot, Her wounds are no longer wrapped and are scabbed over.

Quinten smiles at the vixen "Good to see the bandages are gone miss Malica good shap wot/"

Malica chuckles "Maybe, But i must say the bandages were a bit easier on the eyes."

Quinten shakes his head "Not at all ole gel you'll see"

Malica chuckles "I'm not all that old."

Quinten chuckles "Sorry just our way you know, so up and about walking now i bet too?"

Malica shrugs "Still can't leave the infirmary."

Quinten nods "Ahh that is a shame, still stuck on the old infirmary food too i bet?"

Malica shrugs "People are coming up with food for me occasionally actually.."

Quinten nods and smiles "Well that is good to hear then, as long as they're not starving you on those gastly infirmary rations i've been hearing about"

Malica chuckles "They aren't all that bad."

Quinten laughs "Really? All i know is i don't trust those blighters in the kitchens not after spending three hours working in them yesterday"

Malica grins "Oh really?"

Quinten sighs and nods "Yes, i spoke back to an officer, yet again, seems i have the terrible habit of speaking when i shouldn't"

Malica nods "I think that it would be best to learn to do otherwise."

Quinten sighs ad sits down on the edge of the cot and shrugs "I've been trying, i'm just having a bit of difficulty slipping into this here military structure."

Ender grunts and wakes as a nurse tentatively taps him with her paw. "I'm afraid you're free to go, Ender." She says, before fleeing into a cabinet. "I'll return some of your personal effects in a moment, wot!" She calls out. Ender stretches and yawns before grinning and glancing around the room. "Free!" He crows before leaping off the cot and heading towards the door.

"But it hurts so bad, sah!" A voice comes around the bend from the infirmary of a young hare, most probably a recruit.

"Well, maybe next time you won't leave your nose unguarded. Heh." Darklett's voice follows, and the lieutenant, as well as the aforementioned recruit who is sporting a nice nosebleed.

"Go get some gauze." He pats the recruit on the back, sending him on his way, when he spots Ender making his exit. "Ah, well, you look like a brand new rabbit, Ender. Released?"

Quinten looks up as the officer enters and frowns trying to remember if he knows this one, so many faces to remember, he decides it might be best to just throw a salute and make an exit before he gets asked to speak.

Malica glances to the beasts entering..

Ender deftly grabs a few pieces of tattered clothing, some shells, and his cane from the nurse, who again quickly retreats, this time towards the recruit. "Well what else would, erm, I be running out of this place for, eh?" Ender may not seem entirely well, but he is at least excited. "An' I know just how I'm going to celebrate, eh?" He winks at Darklett.

Darklett's left eyebrow raises quizzically. "You do?" He thinks a moment, paws going to his pockets after a brief shrug. "...Well, how -are- you going to celebrate? You're not thinking of another walk, are you?" He asks this more hopefully than disapprovingly.

Quinten looks at Malica and stands up "Well i had best be heading out, should go do something constructive with my free time

Malica nods "Alright, See you around Quinten."

After visiting all of the areas on the first two floors, Taye's courier duty has brought him finally to the infirmary and its inhabitants. His sack is mostly empty at this point, and so when he enters the room and starts calling out names, it doesn't take him long to get through them all. Ender's is the last named called.

Ender glares at Malica, noting her yet again, as if for the first time. He is about to answer Darklett when his attention diverts to Taye. "Eh? Sommat for me?" Ender walks over next to Taye and holds out his paw. "Give it here, eh?"

Darklett's attention is already on Taye, and when his name isn't called, he looks a little disappointed. However, he steps out of the way, letting Ender head on over to Taye to collect his mail. "Ah, whatcha get, Ender?" He heads on over to the same vicinity, close enough to still be in his presence, but distant enough to not be invasive.

Quinten begins to make his way towards the door, glancing nervously at Darklett and trying not to catch his eyes, he has no idea if he's supposed to salute or not and is just hoping he can get out of the door

Malica smiles sweetly at Ender when he glares at her.

Taye looks around at Ender when the request is given and he reshoulders his pack, holding out the small envelope. "Here ya go, sah." A nod is given to Darklett. "Sah, when I couldn't find ya I slipped yer mail undah yer door. Coupla things. Reports, I think."

Ender takes the note from Taye's paw and looks at it. "Oh, bah." He mutters. Looking up, he walks back towards the door. "Got to watch another little, erm, hare." He says to

Darklett. "But for now I'm going to head downstairs, eh?"

Darklett smiles a little hopefully at Taye's explanation, and looks back to Ender. "Ah, I see. Well, let's head on downstairs." He heads towards the door. "Thankya, Taye." He pauses and lets Ender lead, wondering just what sort of celebration he had in mind. o.o

Quinten edges over towards Taye and speaks softly to him "Excuse me...could i ask a questio?"

Malica starts to stand, Of course most likely she is stopped by the healers as she just got the bandages off yesterday..

Taye grins at Darklett. "Aye, sah." He salutes as the lieutenant heads for the door, then at the edging Quinten, he blinks. He looks to the side, his salute dropping partways, his paw just kind of hanging in the air for the moment. "Uh. Sure. Whatcha need?"

Ender taps against the floor with his cane, rather hard. "Make the fox sit down, eh?" He says, a trace of command in his voice. Ender then turns to the door and boldly strides out.

Darklett's ears flick at Ender's order, and he turns to Malica. The healers are already taking care of the situation on their own, so he goes to follow the rabbit, looking over his shoulder apologetically to the vixen, whether she's looking or not.

Malica is looking and smiles slightly, Sitting back down..

Quinten shuffles and flicks his ears from side to side then finally speaks "I know your on duty like...and sory to bother you, its just i'm still very unsure on how i'm suposed to be acting....i've not really been able to track anyone down to ask about it"

Taye looks the older hare over uncertainly, then shrugs. "Not a bothah, sah. I've just finished." He gestures to his empty pack, then hms. "Yer new to the mountain? Have you been sorted out with a uniform 'n' all that?" Pause. He holds out a paw. "I'm Taye, by the way."

Quinten nods his head "I'm new yes, arrived the other day," he plucks his most irregular clothing "And no, I've not been sorted out with anything so far, just left to dangle my paws really."

Malica sits on her bed looking sympathetically at any wounded beasts in the area..

Taye frowns slightly. "Ahh, well, that's no good then. D'ya know what your rank's s'posed t' be?" He looks towards the door after the direction Darklett's gone, wishing he'd stuck around for a bit longer. Officers are good.

Quinten thinks and tugs on one of his ears "I'm just a fresh recruit, thats all i know"

Darklett has left.

Malica sighs slightly, She so wishes to help but..

Taye quirks a brow in surprise. "A recruit, huh? Well... a'right, then." He directs Quinten towards the door. "We'll go getcha set up with a uniform 'n' all. A'right?"

Salamandastron: Store Room

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At a lower altitude than the First Level, the cavernous Store Room of

Salamandastron is equipped with natural air conditioning. The ceiling

here is perhaps twice the height of a normal ceiling, allowing the air to

circulate freely. Large barrels of cool, sweet, rainwater line one of the

walls, while shelves and cabinets full of the finest food and ingredients

are stored so high that perhaps only a badger could reach the very top.

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Taye has arrived.

Pushing the door to the store room open, Taye pauses in the doorway while he waits for Quinten to enter. "They store extra uniforms in 'ere..."

Log ended due to interupted RP.

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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                 Visible Exits:

[Out]

Contents:

LP's LH Board

With:

[IC] Howard

[DYN] LPFighter (Zeraph)

[DYN] Taeura

[DYN] Neville the part time Barhare

Neville leans against his bar, peering into the shine of the worktop and hunting down any mars in its polish. He squints and rubs a small section vigorously before checking it once more and grinning into it. He glances around the room, appraising the various hares and yawning quietly as he waits for business to pick up.

Taeura pretends not to notice the "kiss", "Hmm, there must be a breeze in here...a warm one at that." she says while trying to muffle a giggle.

Howard wanders in, a bottle tucked under his arm and an unimpressed look on his face. As ever. He finds a table, out of the corners where beasts and away from the bar, well away from the traditional areas of trouble making. He places the bottle by the table leg and briskly approaches the bar. "I should like a glass please.", he asks somberly, warily eyeing his spot to check that it has yet to be invaded.

Zeraph smirks down at her. "Oh what a lovely vixen." His ears tilt back and he starts to try and see what she is reading.

You page, "mind if i plagerise yoru uniform desc a bit?" to Terrance.

Neville grins as he spots an approaching hare and prepares to rattle off the list of his wares, extolling their various virtues and suggesting various combinations, he was not, however, prepared for the request for a glass. He splutters for a moment, looking back towards the bar's contents then back to the hare, "Well... I could give you a glass quite happily, would much prefer for you to at least sample one of my fine beverages. I assure you, they'll live up to anything y'can muster outside t' place anyways" he says with a wide grin.

Taeura closes her book before standing up to greet Zeraph properly. (The book was one of the various tomes about salamandastrons history.) She wraps her arms around him and hold onto him tightly. "'Tis good ta see ya made it back on one piece. You are in piece right?" she asks.

Zeraph embraces her, cheek resting against her's and smiling, "Yeah. I nearly thought I wouldn't make it, Tae." The buck sighs in deeply, though it is a contented one. "I got shot in the back.."

Howard hardly in the mood for an argument leans onto the bar. "Oh alright." he says, giving up without so much as a thought against the bar hare suggestion, the bottle can always be saved for later. "What you got?"

Taeura immediately move behind zer and lifts up his tunic to inspect the damage. "UI hope you gave the beast what for!" she says raising her voice somewhat. She looks closely at his back.

Moved to Archery Range

Salamandastron: Caverns - Archery Range

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As the training room cannot fit a truly adequate, large enough archery range, this large room, down in the caverns of the mountain, has been converted into one. It, in itself, is rather cavernous, and is more long than it is wide. The furthest wall from the entrance is lined with archery targets, at least a ten, and they are each separated by a few feet. Along the closest wall to the door, barrels are placed, containing arrows as well as bows, to practice with. Further, the walls are lined with torches, though the ones behind the archery targets are protected by metal grates, of a sort. The room is relatively well lit, and is usually a moderate temperature.

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With:

[IC] Fighter runt, I mean recruit. (Terrance)

[AFK] Miyrr

Terrance grins a little bit at Miyrr's outburst and then looks at her eye as she throws off the patch. Ohhh, scars. "Bet it's goin' ta take a while ta get used ta that eh wot?" He asks before loading his sling and sending the rock at the target, hitting about the 4th ring in this time.

Quinten walks through the door from the main cavern area, a couple of throwing javelin's held loosely in his paws, he's finally tracked down the archery range after twenty mintues of wanderingthe halls and looking lost, he looks around and spots the other two hares and bites his lip, should he be in here...

Miyrr nods, "Yeah I can't seem to judge the distance anymore. It's very frustratin'." She picks up the patch and brushes it off before putting back on. "Sorry, that must have looked a mess." she says turning back to the target.

Terrance shrugs, "Eh, looked cool ta me." He says with a grin, "Battle scar an' all. How many recruits can boast those eh?" He starts to load his sling when he notices Quinten, giving a nod to him. "Allo chap." He says,

Miyrr laughs, "'suppose so." She turns to look to see who's just come in and nods at them. She loads another stone and lets it fly hitting the target this time on the outer ring.

Quinten pauses and looks over at the hare who spoke to him "Oh...uhm hello there.."

Terrance chuckles and then loads his sling and lets it fly, hitting about the same spot as last time. "Well at least my consistency is improvin'."

Miyrr nods, "looks pretty good." she jesters to the other open lanes on the range, "Plenty of room." she yells out to the javelineer.

Quinten nods and walks over slowly "Thank you....i'm supposed to practice now see." he hefts a javeling and sights along it "Though i'm not very good."

Miyrr smiles and point to all the stone no where near the target, "'tis alright, neither am I." she says while loading another stone.

Terrance looks back towards Quinten and chuckles, "That's what practice is for chap." He says. "I'm Terrance, fightah recruit."

Quinten smiles and hops from paw, to paw to paw and casts the Javelin, it sails up, curves over and thunks into the target three along from the one he was aiming at. He looks at it and his ears droop "I'm Quinten...fightah recruit too" he smiles at the other hare "Nice to meet you"

Terrance smiles, "Really? There hasn't been a new fightah recruit since me."

Miyrr concentrates on getting the stone from here to there. Missing constantly, wonder if that's something to be proud of. Prolly not she thinks to herself tossing a few more stones downrange.

Quinten nods his head ears flopping from side to side "Yes really...though i've been in trouble more or less since i arrived." he smiles weakly at the hares "i keepopening my mouth an saying things to the officers when i should keep my muzzle shut."

Miyrr trys to stop the giggle from erupting. With a slight blush she looks towareds Quinten, "I know what ya mean." she says quietly.

Terrance chuckles as he swings his sling and releases, sending the stone to hit on the outside ring. The young buck frowns at that and then says, "Well takes a little while ta get used too I suppose."

Quinten hefts another Javelin, sights along it and throws it in a smooth arc, this time he hits the target but it bounces back out again and he sighs "Well....i'm not ised to all this military stuff... me ma an pa were dead set against me leaving, i'd never heard of this mountain before i got her and mista howard broght me inside and i asked if they'd recruit me"

Terrance quirks a brow, "So why did ya leave then?" he asks before sending off another stone

Quinten shrugs and picks up his third javelin "I didn't wan to be a farmer....so i upped and headed off, left em a note and walked north....just walking till i found here"

Terrance chuckles and nods, "Can't blame ya there chap." He responds before launching another stone, frowning at the result.

Quinten leans back then darts forwards hurling the last javelin, it thunks into the outer rim of his target and he settles backlaughing "See i did it see i can do this"

Terrance grins and looks towards the javelin, "Good job chap. Now ya just need to keep doin' tha same thing the same way ya just did."

Quinten chuckles and quickly hurries out to retrieve the three javelins and then come back, his ears cocked forwards he salutes "Yes sir Terrance sir." he grins and winks

Terrance bahs and waves a paw at quinten, "Don't let an officah hear ya callin' me sah. I'm just a recruit, same as you."

Quinten grins and lays his javelins on his shoulder "I wasjust joking, we'll both be good little" he frowns and tuts "Whats that word, groonts, grents" he clicks his free claws "Thats it good little grunts, train, sweat, gt dirty and do chores."

Miyrr smiles at the two. She picks up a stone and gives it a good throw wither her sling. Almsot hits the target. "That's it. I'm done for today." she picks up her sling and gathers the stones quickly before more javelins fly.

Terrance hehs then looks towards Miyrr and nods, "Off ta meet Taye?" He says with a smirk

Quinten smiles at Miyrr "you did good with the sling...an Taye is nice, he helped me find a uniform"

Miyrr blinks and smiles although her ears turn a shade of pink. "Um, I donno. Haven't seen much of him recently. With my training and his patrolling..." she says then turns to face

Quinten, "Yah, he's a good lad, thanks, i'm not doing as well I should be but I'm getting there." she says a little distracted in thought now.

Terrance chuckles and goes to collect his own slingstones

Quinten grounds his javelins and nods "Well he helped me find the right sizeduniform and showed me where to stash my other clothes"

Miyrr nods, "He helped me get settled in as well." She says rubbing her eye.

Terrance comes back from collecting his stones, "Aye, seems he likes ta help new recruits." He chuckles a little, "He's really wantin' ta have a round with Tom's buddy, Flatpaw, especially after he knocked Taye over the head at the battle."

Quinten scratches his ears "Tom? Flatpaw? Battle? Wot you jabbering on about Terrance.."

Miyrr asks, "looks a bit more concerened, "Flatpaw? Who's Flatpaw?" she askes"

Terrance smirks a little at Quinten, "Long story." he says and looks to Miyrr. "He's one of Tom's lackeys. He's regularly helping Tom out when he bullies me." He replies.

Quinten looks puzzled "Bullies? Why would somebeast bully you? Surely thats not allowed/" he looks rather worried at that idea

Miyrr looking angered now, "You mean during the battle he endangered another patroller for some pettyness?" her voice raising as she speaks.

Terrance shrugs, "It was during the mock battle, not Halyard

Quinten looks totally lost now and just sits down to listen and keep out of the way

Feathers ruffles a bit now, Miyrr calms down some. "Oh." is all she says at the moment as

Terrance looks back towards quinten, "An' yes, bullyin' is against the rules but that doesn't mean every hare follows it." He says and then smirks a little, "Welcome ta tha world o' fightahs chap. Anyhow, they pick on me because I'm smaller then everyone else in tha class. Easy prey an' whatnot, wot wot." He looks back towards Miyrr and nods, "Aye. Was hopin' that it'd stop after I clocked Tom but he was right when he said it was just luck. If I hadn't raised my shield in time, I would probably have a broken arm."

Quinten looks rather scared and shuffles "I....i'm even smaller den you.." he murmursina quiet and very scared voice "i don't want to be picked on..."

Quinten looks rather scared and shuffles "I....i'm small too.." he murmurs in a quiet and very scared voice "i don't want to be picked on...i jist wanna be in the patrol." His earlier exeuburance seems to have gone

Terrance shrugs, "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much chap. They prefer pickin' on us young ones. You're a little too old. Might actually be able ta put up a fight." He says giving a smile.

Quinten shakes his head "I'm not much of a fighter an well i'm still not sure how to act, i mean what do i do when an officer comes in the room?"

Terrance shrugs, "Keep on with your trainin' if your in the middle o' a class. If he's just passin' by, salute when he comes within six paces o' ya."

Quinten nods "Ok...i'l remember that and if they try to bully you just come find me i'll try and show them what for if ic an"

Miyrr nods, "Yup, it's that simple." she says finally gathering up her equipment.

Terrance chuckles, "Military life, just a bunch o' simple things that makes sense, most o' tha time anyhow."

Quinten nods "Well i keep speaking out of turn it seems....i'm used to speaking my mind i mean iwound up in the kitchen for three hours yesterday and then turned up in a panic to a lesson i was supposed to watch in a white kitchen smock

Terrance grins and chuckles a little, "Aye, almost everyone does something like that. My first night here I spent sleeping in the hallway 'cause I didn't know who ta report ta ta get a room."

Quinten smiles "I still don't have a room, i've been kind of sleeping in the infirmary"

Miyrr nods, "talk to one of the majors I'm sure they'll get you set up with a bunk in the recruit hall. We'll i need to do a few things. Nice seeing you again Terrance and good to meet you." she says nodding to the other recruit.

Quinten smiles "Nice to meet yuo too miss"

Terrance nods, "Good ta see ya too Miyrr. Hope the eye gets better."

Miyrr shrugs, "It will or it wont. I'll see you both at mess." she says as she leaves the range.

Quinten looks at Terrance "Whats Mess?" he asks

Terrance chuckles, "Where we get our chow chap."

Quinten ooohs and smiles "I could go for food...i've not been eating properly since i got her three days ago, kind of been left to fend for myself it feels"

Terrance chuckles, "Well ya said you were in the kitchen for a while right?"

Quinten nods "Oh yes...peeling potatoes and carrots for three hours, then i got sent away"

Terrance nods, "Well the dinin' hall is just outside o' tha kitchen. Think ya can find it?"

Quinten thinks and nods "I think so...though am i allowed to go for food?"

Terrance nods, "Aye, food's pretty much served all day long chap, ta accommodate tha different schedules."

Quinten nods "Well uhm...i don't have a scedule either...

Terrance grins, "Ya have the same one as any other basic recruit chap. It's posted in the Recruit dormitory hall. Anyhow, I have some work ta attend ta. Otherwise I'd get some chow with ya now. See ya in there later maybe."

Quinten nods "Ok...i'll go uhm try and read it then"

Terrance smiles and nods, "Sounds good. And don't forget ta ask an officah about yer room. Any majah will be able ta set ya up

Quinten nods "Ok I will do, thank you, bye now"

Terrance nods back and starts to put up his equipment, "Later chap." He says then heads off.

End of Log