Welcome To Commuity Service

From Redwall MUCK Wiki


FV:Tavern

Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.

There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.

A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.

Exits: [UP] Stairs, [K]itchen, [F]ighting [P]it, [Out]

The tavern is not too busy yet the day is yet to fully begin and the tavern owner waits quietly for his guest to come. A couple tables have rats playing cards and one has a weasel sleeping on a table, just a normal mid-morning day.

Cynthia is escorted into the tavern and to the front by a guard, a ferret in fact who seems to be bored. The mouse maid rolls her eyes as if this is boring to her as well. She looks at the stoat from top to bottom and folds her arms over her chest, she tenses a little as her collage bone still hurts, but she is tightly bandaged so it should be fine.

Marek watches as the mouse maid is brought in and raises an eyebrow “Where is the vixen, isn’t there also supposed to be this vixen..Whatever forget it" Yeah not in the best of moods today as one can tell with the smell of some burnt scones. He looks at the mouse maid "Well...seems Mr. Scioto is leaving me in charge of you for a week, after a week we will see what he wants to do with you after that."

Cynthia just glares, "Yeah, guess your Marek or is it sir. I don't care really. I rather NOT be here so he wasted his time."

Marek can glare as well, also he is taller than her so he looks down at the teenage mouse maid." Well then from what I was told it's this or a cell, I think you’re much rather like this. A week of community service. You will work here, you will clean tables and mop floors. You will sweep..you will clear tables and wash dishes. You will not have pay, this is not a paid job it’s a punishment and starts today as in right now." He waits to see if she has questions or complaints maybe. He will listen to both.

Cynthia listens and then quickly complains "Wait no pay! What am I to do all week then huh?" Then again she rather not be in a cell, but then that is a place to stay after all. “This is stupid"

Marek takes a deep breath "You will have a room to sleep in, a curfew to follow and a guard with you at all times. You will have breakfast, lunch and dinner and be expected to be there for the meals, if your late well your late, that’s your fault not mine. So community work for a week or a cell for a week...course there are worse options that might come up if you give me or Mr., Scioto any trouble"

Cynthia takes all this in and of course ...."A guard?! Wait wait....on time, like certain times I don’t do certain times , I do things when I want and eat when I want"

Marek says, "Well you will be expected to be here early, your have breakfast then work till lunch...then same till dinner then a short hour of free time before bed. You WILL be on time and you will not cause any trouble of any kind. You will stay away from the fighting pit. You will not back talk. Is this all understood?"

Cynthia is listening closely and just nods "Yeah yeah...so free time huh, that be nice not to have a stupid guard around yeah..." She grins to herself and chuckles.

Marek speaks "The guard is with you at ALL times, work times and meal times. He or she is there on free time and work time and guarding outside your door as you sleep and yes a guard is watching the window when your asleep as well so no thinking of that. I know how thieves think, trust me, so any questions?"

Cynthia looks ready to complain and then hmmphs, "Fine" It’s clear she dislikes this and dislikes him as well. Yep she is gonna be a trouble maker most likely.

Marek nods "Good and you can call me Marek, you don't have to call me sir"

Cynthia asks, "working with anyone?"

Marek answers, "No" it’s simple reply" This is a punishment, not normal work. This is a week of community service due to and yes I read the report given to me, of you stealing money from the Inn...a few days of pay, any coins collected that day and I would not be surprised if you’re the one that robbed the bakery as well"

Cynthia snorts, "So...and yeh I robbed the Inn and that bake shop, course dumb shop had very little coins that time of day, good bread though"

Marek narrow his eyes "This is not a laughing matter, as I said this is to pay back what was taken, a week...maybe couple days more, of the community service I just explained"

Cynthia backs away just a little and frowns, "Ok fine..sorry"

Marek nods "Good then you understand." He walks over to where a broom and dust pan is and hands them to her. "Get started, lunch is in 2 hours...don't be late. after you have sweep clean some tables...dishes go in the sink, stuff is scraped off the plate and into the trash before that, thank you. And you can mop after lunch and clean tables then as well understand?"

Cynthia nods "Yes I understand..sir, err Marek...yes” She gets the dustpan and broom and starts sweeping

Marek adds after a while “And if that hare offers help refuse it, he is not to help you and if he starts simple, you go to do something else away from him, this is like I said supposed to be a punishment , not something to get away from easily. And I will report any troubles to Mr. Scioto and I also know guests will tell me or maybe Scioto, it’s hard to tell whom they tell first so if I was you I would behave myself”

Cynthia nods again “Of course sir” Yes sir sounds better to her and maybe after a while better to the stoat as she gets back to sweeping up dust and stuff.

The guard stays beside the mouse maid and when she walks to another area, the guard does as well, the guard never leaves her side in fact.

Marek makes sure the guard keeps an eye on the mouse maid and then he goes about his day. The tavern will get busy an hour before lunch.