Two Mad Scientists meet up at the Gull.

Oh no, not these two again...

The Gull, being a favorite meeting place of many vermin, is bustling with life. There is a motley assortment of rats gathered around a table in the back, seemingly engrossed in a game of cards. In another corner there is a pair of weasels whom appear to be hashing out some sort of deal. At the door looms a hulking ferret with tattoos running up and down his heavily muscled arms. He is indeed the bouncer. A figure, Gildor, in a hoodless cloak has settled himself at one of the tables, his eyes darting about wearily. He is waiting for someone, which isn't really his favorite thing to do.

The doors open, letting in a burst of cold air. A heavily coated black and white cat graces the tavern with his presence. He shakes off his mud filled boots and takes off his heavy overcoat. Cheshire takes in a breath of fresh tavern air as he scans the crowd. One of these beasts is a potential assistant, maybe even a subject to experiment on. But right now the cat could really go for a drink after that long walk. Through mud. And nature.

The gust of cold air is greeted with some annoyed grumbling, but no one seems to be willing enough to start anything. Gildor glances up as the door shuts and his eyes alight on Cheshire. It takes him a moment to realize who it is, but upon his realization, he smiles broadly. Joy! His fellow scientist! He stands, forgetting about the meeting he was supposed to be waiting for, and starts to make his way toward the other feline, calling out above the general noise of the room, "Cheshire! Hello!"

Cheshire snaps his head around flailing his arms in a defensive posture, "GAH! I swear you got the wrong cat! And if the potion made all your fur fall out its not my fault! I..." The cat blinks. He quickly collects himself and smiles. His fellow scientist! The one and only beast in mossflower he can carry on a conversation with. "Gildor!" Cheshire says happily. He takes a step forward towards the feline.

Gildor chuckles as he stops in front of the other cat, "How are you, old friend? It's been awhile!" He raises an eyebrow curiously and says half-jokingly, "What is this potion? Sounds rather fierce." It may actually be helpful to know of such a concoction. Instead of killing his enemies, he could just make their fur fall out and they'd die from humiliation.

Cheshire rubs the back of his neck shyly, "I would...rather not talk about that." The cat adds quickly, tapping his paws together as he does, "Things have been moderately adequate. I've run through three assistants, all horrible bafoons suited only to making my life miserable. But I have made progress with the exploding powder..."

Gildor nods understandably at the mention of assistants, "I know how you feel! It wasn't until recently that I found one who was actually competent enough to fit the standard. I'd be willing to help out, if you need it" His eyes light up with a joyous light as Cheshire mentions the powder, "Really?! Have you perfected an exact recipe? I've found some very interesting things about how bodies react to it."

The cat gives a half crazed look. His eyes narrow and his smile stretches across his face. "Cheshire, and Gildor? Teaming up to finish the powder? We shall be unstoppable!" The cat cackles in evil delight, "Nothing can stand in our way of SCIENCE and..." Cheshire pauses, "Wait, what was that about bodies?" The cat shakes his head, "Never mind. UNSTOPPABLE! MWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHahahhah!" The cat lets out a burst of maniacal laughter there in the tavern.

Gildor grins, nodding. He likes the sound of this! He takes a slightly quieter path of showing his delight and starts to purr rather loudly. The patrons of the tavern start to gives the pair odd looks while inching away, all the laughter and purring giving them a very unsettling feeling. Gildor shoulders hunch and he gets a huge smile on his face. After a moment of looking rather blissful and purring, he ventures a question, "Where abouts are we going to work on this stuff?"

The inventor raises his paw and begins to speak. Then pauses. "I...don't know, my lab kind of exploded." He shrugs, "Dangers of science I suppose, do you have anywhere we could go?"

Gildor nods understandingly then gestures towards the door, "Well, there's my shack, but it may not be the best place." He thinks a moment the his eyes light up, "We could use the old quarry! Explosions would be noticed as much there and its already rather....'messy'."

Cheshire raises an eyebrow as he tilts his head to the side, "Old Quarry?" The fox scratches at his chin, "That...sounds pretty good actually, Where IS this quarry?"

Gildor bites his lip and frowns slightly, "I'm not actually sure /where/ it is, but it's near Redwall somewhere. Someone at Redwall would probably know." He pauses before adding "They say it used to be infested with snakes, but I'd say those are just stories."

Cheshire chuckles, waving off the felines concerns, "Pfft, please. We are men of SCIENCE. We fear nothing! Snake or other wise. I am sure if we can't handle it, we can just hire someone to clear out the snakes for us!"

Gildor grins, nodding, "Quite right! Besides, snakes would make very interesting test subjects." He thinks for a moment before adding, "And we'll probably have to get a shelter for all the supplies. I've heard there are a lot of caves around there, so maybe we could use one of those?" At this point hes rather invested in this idea.

Cheshire drums his paws together, "Yes...caves. Caves are good for all manor of dark science and HEY?!" The cat growls as the muscular bouncer grabs hold of his shoulder, "What's the big deal?" Cheshire demands. Witha gruff and stern reply the bouncer says, "You're love for science and mad cackling is starting to freak out the other guests. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I suggest you do, while I am still asking nicely."

Gildor is about to speak up when the bouncer grabs the other feline. He frowns darkly, "Oy! We're talking about a very delicate subject, here! Have some respect for the arts!"

The bouncer quickly leads the two cats to the door, one in each paw. He shoves them outside. Dusting off his hands he mutters, "Scientists..."