LP: A Relaxing Day on the Beach

Lutea · 2019-05-20 08:24:59 PM

A Relaxing Day on the Beach
Ft. Zolomon, Dominik, and Jinora as GM
Location: Salamandastron: Western Side

Outcomes determined using the MU*'s built-in dice roll command.

The beach has been transformed - to the untrained eye, the scene on the sand could be called an 'obstacle course' or 'obvious training exercise'... But an audible groan goes up from the more seasoned Privates and those of a higher rank that opted into attending Major Jinora Shyluck Windbell Tottheim's "training exerise". It's a groan of recognition and of painful, painful familiarity...
"Oh, catsteeth." One buck, from the Major's own unit, swears. "Is it too late ta back out, sah?" He calls out, louder, and with a raised paw. Jinora turns to this, pausing her back and forth pace in front of those gathered. "Not a chance, Arling." She replies, her grin malicious.
"Alright you lot!" Her tone changes, hardening with her grin, and her usually soft voice becomes a sharp, hollered, bark. "Why y'jus' standin' around?! Eh? Y'look like a pack'a fat bats waitin' on th'moon - hop to, on ya paws, an' line up 'ere!" She gestures to a line that she's gouged into the sand at the 'beginning' of the twisting, makeshift maze.

Zolomon tilts his head "So..wot is this?" Well this is a bit, new to him it seems, well a first for everything as he is now in line as seems...well everyone else seems to think it be great if he went first!

Isla is here! So are a handful of other recruits and privates. "This looks bloody awful." The young doe decides, her tone bright and chipper as always, as she approaches the 'starting line' that the Major has etched into the sand.

And of course, Dominik is the weirdo who seems to enjoy every minute of training exercises such as these. The large hare is as giddy as a Dibbun as he hops up and down on his footpaws, paws clenching and unclenching as his eyes wander over the course that stretches out before them. He immediately moves over to the starting line, his focus becoming quite laserlike and intense as he readies himself for the coming onslaught! His injury may hamper him just a little, but he's never let something like that stop him before. Aiming his now-stoic and concentrated glance at the other privates in the group, he simply gives them all a sinister smile, before turning back to face the course. He doesn't say a word; he really doesn't need to.

The course stretches and curves ahead of the Patrol hares gathered on the beach. The first obstacle is simple: a pit dug into the sand, about 4 feet deep and 6 feet across, with several ropes stretched over the drop via pegs hammered deep into the sand. How did Jinora put this all together over night? The Major has her ways. "You lot'll 'ave t'figure out yer way through all the obstacles - but they aren't hard t'figure out. Third beast across th'line earns a free drink at th'tavern. Second beast gets th'rest of the day off. First beast t'cross that finish line gets a free drink, th'rest of today off, an' tomorrow?" She grins, planting her fists against her hips. "I'll take yer place fer all trainin', chores, an' duties."
Major Tottheim pulls a yellow kerchief from one pocket and holds it high above her head. "Good luck." Her paw drops, signaling the beginning of the course.

Zolomon takes a deep breath and nods, he looks at the deep hole and frowns as he just nods "Ok..lets start this..."He starts and sort of does well, at first and then almost falls, he manages to pull himself up and get to maybe halfway and almost falls again and gulps, ok, he slowly gets across to the other side and frowns "That was...not wanting to face that again"
And they're off! The recruits and privates scramble, some slipping in the sand from the get-go as they throw themselves at the first challenge. A chorus of 'ah!'s punctuate the chaos as a hare looses their grip here and there and is forced to crawl back out of the pit to re-take the ropes.
Dominik gets off to a fast start, the large hare barreling forward at the signal to start. Upon reaching the edge of the pit, Dom looks up with a grin, eyes glinting. In one smooth motion he leaps forward, using the ropes in the center to assist him in crossing; landing in the middle, he more or less swings the rest of the way across and lands smoothly on his footpaws on the other side. He rises back up to his footpaws, eager to tackle the next obstacle as he moves forward.
The second obstacle looms above the hares as soon as they clear the first: it's a pair of walls. The first is shorter than the second; it's a hard run /up/ the first, a climb over the second, and then a long drop down to the sand on the other side.

Zolomon grins and runs towards the wall, the first is fairly easy, the 2nd is a little harder but he does make it after a 2nd try at it and gasps as ...that was an unexpected drop "I'm Ok..."He says quietly and gets up to dust off and grins.

The walls prove the downfall of many, and the sand is pockmarked with scut-marks, gouged by the powerful feet that couldn't quite get all the way over. Still, a number of privates seem to flourish, and a brown and black furred buck, as well as an all white female, scramble up and over ahead of the rest.

Dominik perhaps might be just a bit too confident, especially considering the fact that he isn't exactly at one-hundred percent. Dom easily clambers up the first wall, then relatively easily climbs up the second. He pauses at the top, peering down and hesitating for a moment. As he goes to lift his footpaw up and over, it happens to catch on the top edge of the wall, and it sends the huge hare tumbling down to the ground. He crashes into the sand face-first, sending large amounts of the sediment flying in both directions. Not letting that stop him, however, Dom quickly pushes himself back up again, not looking back to see if anyone saw the gaffe. Most everyone likely heard it, at least, as well as the few choice words that followed loudly. They were in a completely different language, however their meaning and intent are quite obvious. Limping a little, the hare continues onwards to the next obstacle.

The next obstacle is an interesting one, and Major Jinora waits at it. A trio of large diamonds have been drawn in the sand, a dummy firmly planted in each one. "SHUFFLE!" The Major shouts as the first hares leap into the makeshift 'rings'. "LEFT HOOK, RIGHT HOOK, SHUFFLE, BACK!" She barks out a series of boxing forms, only releasing the hares to move on when she is satisfied with their individual forms.

Zolomon frowns, why this...this is something he is not too great at and seriously needs work as he sighs but does a few hooks left and right and they are totally horrible, he hears a couple recruits..recruits laugh at him and sends them a glare as he takes a deep breath and does the left hook, right hook, kick and seemly taking forever till maybe she just gets tried of him and sends him on his way.

Dominik soon approaches the sparring diamonds, and due to his previous fall he appears to be a bit slower and sloppier than usual. Grace was really never his forte in the first place, it was always force, and this fact was widely known throughout the Patrol. He does do his best however to follow the shouted instructions, and the large hare manages to make it through the obstacle in a relatively good time without managing to snap the dummies in half, all things considered. Onto the next thing!

Some of the contestents are flying throgh the course. What unit do these hares belong to?! It must be Jinora's, because their boxing form is impeccable. A number of privates - and even some recruits - manage to slide through the forms obstacle on the first or second go. The competition is stiff!

Once freed from the boxing forms, the Patrol hares will be faced with a series of square pegs that have been buried in the sand. Each one is about the size required for a hare to stand on it, but only with one foot - and they get higher each time. Like a set of very horribly spaced, dangerous, tiny steps. It seems that the Major, the sadist that she is, expects the hares to leap from foot-to-foot across all of them in order to make it to the next task.

Zolomon studys the poles and smiles, ok he can do this and quickly goes across the poles and does very well and smiles "Oh yeah...finally something right and easy"

The poles seem to be the downfall of many a racer. Swears are shouted, tiny 'eep!'s of shock are uttered, and the sand plumes up repeatedly as hares fall on their sides, their faces, their backs, their butts... It's a bloodbath. Isla Kincallum lets out a short squeak of surprise as she misses the pole entirely and knocks her head against the next one. Ouch.

Dominik's expression shifts from one of disappointment from his last obstacle to one of sheer glee at the next one that stands before him. Oh, this one is going to be -fun-. The large hare figures he can easily make up the ground he's lost with this one, and he watches his fellow competitors all fall one by one to the steps of doom. Pausing, Dom cracks his paws, giving those fallen around him a huge grin. Hopping onto the first 'step', the hare balances there easily on one footpaw, perhaps even showing off a bit. Pushing himself up and into the air with said foot, he lands on the next one on his paws, doing a pawstand for a few moments, before pushing himself into the air again. He lands on the third step on his footpaws, then bounds onto the fourth one easily, standing there a moment and waving to those below him with a laugh as he easily completes the obstacle. He hops down to the ground and charges forward, eyeing the next and last obstacle, mirth within his eyes. He is enjoying the hell out of this!

"Showoff!" Major Jinora shouts, paws cupped arond her muzzle, as Dom and then Zolomon go flouncing by. She laughs, throwing her head back with it, as the hares approach the final obstacle: this one is low to the ground, netting stretched over a series of barriers. They will have to crawl on their bellies, through the sand, to make it to the finish line... Oh, and periodically dodge cream pies, dropped onto them from above, by their higher ranking officers. Jinora included.

Zolomon hmms and ok crawl time as he decides he hates this, like alot but he gets through...slowly, his ear gets stuck one though and finally he is free and spits out sand
A black doe, her whiskers dripping with the pie she just couldn't avoid, manages to drag herself out of the netting right before Zolomon. Behind her, the rest of the hares struggle, sputter, and falter as they are pied, tangled, or just plain exhausted into defeat.

Dominik immediately drops down onto his stomach as he approaches the next and final obstacle. One would thing that given his size, Dom would struggle with this particular obstacle, but nope...he swiftly navigates it as easily as a Dibbun scuttling across an open floor. He easily avoids the dropped pies, even swatting one or two out of his way with his paw as he squirms his way through the ropes. Emerging out the other side, he hops back up to his footpaws as he crosses the finish line before the others. He pauses a moment to catch his breath, stretching and testing out his bad leg...he wiggles his toes to try and get rid of some of the numbness that has creeped up. The large hare turns and waits for the others to cross, giving some of them friendly and encouraging pats on the back and head. "Good! Good jobs, friends. Very good jobs!" One cannot tell if he is being serious or is merely enjoying the spoils of victory. Knowing Dom, it is probably the first thing.

"Ah, our victors!" Major Jinora has created a makeshit 'winner's circle' after the finish line. "To Private Zolomon! A free drink at the Tavern!" She hands him a slip of parchment. "T'Private Noxa, ye've earned th'rest of th'day off! I'll let yer officah know. An' Private Dominik!" Here, she sighs in mock exasperation. "A free drink, an'..." The other hares start to chant in unison 'SCRUB - THE - FLOORS! SCRUB - THE - FLOORS!' as Jinora chuckles, holding her paws out. "I will take over yer trainin' an' chores tomorrow. Enjoy yer day off." She sighs. "Majah Varus is going t'/love/ bossin' me around all day."

Zolomon nods his thanks, well he did want to go to the tavern..after some morning drills of course

Noxa accepts her price graciously, giving a tired grin. "It was close, aye?" She offers a paw shake to Dominik and Zolomon. "I dunno what I'll do with all me free time."

Dominik beams proudly, his ears wiggling in merriment as he stands tall. "Not bad for havink injured leg, no?" he replies with a wink to Jinora. "Dom is appreciating the offer, is likely could use day off. Is probably vat Major Varus vould say, he is saying Dom train too much. Need to take easy. Stop pushing recruits as hard as I do. Is sending too many to infirmary..." Dom grins a little at that. "Mebbe is doing job leetle TOO vell, no?" He offers a smile to Noxa, shaking her paw and trying not to smoosh it completely. "Oh, very good run, Noxa, Dom vas impressed! Mebbe can beat, some day...." he laughs in a good natured manner. "But here, is gift." Dom hands Noxa the parchment for the free drink. "For such a good job. Is yours."

Last edited by Lutea (2019-05-20 09:00:50 PM)

BlisaMarshmellow · 2019-05-23 02:48:38 PM

Felicity is extremely happy that she was busy doing whatever in the world duty I can come up with to have her miss this.

However, it was a fun log to read, I will say. We need to torture our characters more often xD

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#1 2019-05-20 08:24:59 PM

LP: A Relaxing Day on the Beach

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Re: LP: A Relaxing Day on the Beach

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