Cookie the Crab... and friends - LP 12/5/20

Ol'random · 2021-02-04 02:02:06 AM

This log is from the 5th of December last year a bit before the storm hit - I never got around to downloading it from the Radio before it went down, so here it is now.
Sorry for the delay

Pvt. Dom,
Sgt. Felicity,
Cpt. Gregorian,
and Sgt. Terrence,
all hares + spoofs

While the last pair of hares had been cycled through near dawn to keep watch, Terrence had requested to replace one of them, for the time being. His intentions, for the most part, was to keep and eye on the weather and daylight without having to go out in the cold until needed - he hoped the day would allow for more patrols to go out. Another, small part of him was in the sentry room because it wished to escape the hullabaloo of the mountain, though he'd never admit that to anyone. So he sits silently on a stool and looks out through the narrow window.

Felicity opens the door, then pauses when she sees Terrence in here. "Oh...'llo." The Healer who's been assigned to her is right behind her, as usual. "Gettin' tired o' not bein' 'elpful, y'know?" The Runner walks over to the window, pulling her shawl closer around her shoulders. "Tryna find somethin' t'do tha' won't get th' 'Ead 'Ealah mad at me, wot."

Gregorian has been working through a pile of reports all day. He swears they multiply every time he spends time working in the forge. He's not even looking where he's going as he flicks through a few pages on his way to the sentry room, muttering quietly to himself until he pauses in the doorway "This report, there was a...er" he'd finally looked up and didn't find the hares he was expecting to find. Greg frowns. A quick glance around confirms he hadn't wandered in to the wrong room. He rifles through his papers again until he finally comes across a guard schedule and he stares at it. He'd read the right names and it took him a moment to figure out the problem "...This is for tomorrow evening. Hrm. Carry on" he turns to leave again but pauses, giving Felicity a squinted look "Wot are yah doin' here?"

Dominik seems to be out on the beach, in view of those in the sentry room more than likely, as he is attempting to herd the few remaining leverets that he'd taken outside for a bit of leisure time on the beach. Most had made it back inside, but as usual there are those last couple who seem to be stubborn and refusing to return inside. Dom doesn't seem to be losing his patience, however, as he trots around the beach, trailing after the wandering leverets. Just as he gets one closer to the entrance, another one wanders off and he has to go after them. This goes on for awhile, the large hare practically running in circles as he attempts to retrieve everyone. "Beach day is done," his voice is heard, booming. "Must go back inside -now-. No go inside, no dessert for after dinnertimes!"

Terrence had nearly drifted off by the time the other sergeant enters, having been lulled by the distant waves. He startles when he hears Dom though - sitting straight upright - and notices Felicity. With a brief look of confusion morphing into an even briefer flash of worry, he finally relaxes when it's clear there's no bad news to be shared - and that outside Dom is dealing with leverates. "Of course, Felicity." He's a bit more formal as there is an unnamed private in the room (who was standing to attention in the corner). "Though frankly aftah being in here for more than an hou'h one remembahs how dull it... well..." Trailing off when Greg enters, he stands and salutes. "Captain, sah!" There's more confusion on his face as to why the blacksmith came down here, but regardless of reasons he's no unwelcome - even if the sentry room is starting to feel cramped.

Unfortunately, Julia has a cold and so didn't get to go on the beach adventure with everyone. Bummer. Felicity smiles as she sees the big hare herding the children. The Healer stays outside the door, saluting to Greg when he shows up. The Runner looks at the Smith. "I'm sick o' bein' stuck not doin' anythin', but the 'Ead 'Ealah won't let me return t'even basic duties. So I'm tryin' t'find someplace where I c'n be 'elpful. At ease, soldiah, an' return t'y'duties," she says to the other sentry.

Gregorian appeared confused and distracted in general himself but then his mind sometimes gets lost in the paperwork and he'd been looking for someone else only to discover they wouldn't be on sentry duty until the following day. The salutes snap him out of it a bit and he quickly returns one "Right, yes, at ease" he quickly says before there's a sympathetic nod to Felicity "Hm. Well we've all been there" or at least he has. He nods to the healer "I can see it's all approved" or he assumes so given the healer's there "So, yes, carry on" his ears twitch to the sound of the children coming back and he peeks out the window. Grace is somewhere in the mix, without Julia to fight with she might even not be causing trouble.

Dominik finally manages to get all the leverets back inside the entrance to the mountain, and their care is taken up by another one of the hares as the large buck leans there against the rock, visibly exhausted but with a grin upon his muzzle. Grace seems to be one of the last ones lingering there before the others are shepherded away, and the buck lifts a paw and gestures that it's perfectly fine that she remains there. All the others head back inside. "So, leetle Grace. Did you enjoy the beach today?" He crouches down to be more at her level.

The private nods, and sits back down - but not before Terrence waves them over to take over keeping watch. Relatively free now, the sergeant for his part is no really a part of the conversation. The young leveret Earlbuck is trundling along at Dom's heels with a long piece of driftwood more than twice his height slung over his shoulder and runs smack into the arctic hare having not noticed Dom crouching down until it was too late. He falls on his rump and blinks, not quite upset but more than a little taken aback. "You nots 'posed's stop."

"If I might ask, Sah," Terrence gestures towards the papers in Greg's paws. "What brings you down here? Can't be fo'h just the view."

Felicity snorts. "Good luck getting tha' stupid hoity-toity maniac t'let me go back t'm'duties. Says I'm 'too unstable.'" The Healer smiles and waves to the leverets as the toddle past. The Runner looks back out at the beach, her face an inscrutable mask of many emotions.

Gregorian hesitates slightly at Terrence's question and he keeps his eyes out the window for a moment "It's nothin', really. There was just a delivery a couple of days ago and I couldn't find a list of wotevah had been delivered..." he lowers his voice to a mutter "I heard Grincol ovah in Halyard was supposed tah be bringin' some of his new ales down soon. If Colt gets word of it first they'll be gone before the week ends" it's purely personal business apparently. He clears his throat and tries to look professional. He nods to Felicity "Yah free of the dreaded infirmary room, it's a start. Give yahself a little time" Grace meanwhile was quite happy taking her time and skipping along behind the group "Yeah! I got a crab!" she proudly announces to Dom and shows off the tiny crab she's been carrying pinched between her fingers for a while now. It's still furiously trying to snap its claws at her but just can't quite reach.

Dominik feels that little bump from behind as Earlbuck thumps right into him, and the large hare peers back over his shoulder at him with an amused grin. "Is sorry, but vas stopping to talk to leetle Grace. Vas very important, you see." He sees the large piece of driftwood the young leveret is carrying, and he gives him a smile. "Wow, is beeg piece of wood from sea. Is going to make into veapon?" he asks him, before he turns back to Grace to see the little crab she managed to catch. "Oooo! Is biggest crab Dom has ever seen! Is fearsomes!" He laughs softly, especially as the poor little crab can't do much but flail its little claws and look miserable...hence the name 'crab'.

Terrence brow furrows slightly at name 'hoity-toity' not because he disapproves of the name but because he head healer is technically a superior officer and one of their orderlies is in the room. However, seeing as the healer escort shows no sign of outrage at Felicity's words he allows himself a chuckle. "Of course I can't say I've seen eithah Colt o'h Grincol once since I've been in this room, so I can't help you there. Also haven't seen any barrels get passed inside, officially o'h unofficially."

Earlbuck ignores Dom's sorry in favor of Grace's crab and he rushes forward to get a better look and completely unaware of how the long stick swings in the air. "Lemmie see!"

Gregorian hmms and frowns a little "Perhaps he'll be along next week. At least I might not have missed him" Grace giggles at Dom "Nah, he's really small like me but 'e's gonna get biggah!" She is more than happy to thrust the tiny angry crustacean in to Earlbuck's face when he wants to look so it snaps at his nose instead "I called him Cookie!" she proclaims happily.

Dominik watches in amusement as Grace holds the angry little crab right in Earlbuck's face. He is waiting for the inevitable wailing as the leveret's nose is lightly snapped with those tiny claws...

"Cooki-" Earlbuck is nearly finished saying the name when the little crab pinches his snout - he lets out a howl of pain and falls back, dropping the large stick to fall wherever as both paws grasp at his snout. "WHY'D'S COOKIE DO THAT?"

Terrence nods. "Well, hope it works out then. We are talking about that type of ale, right? If I see Colt with any barrels I'll let you know."

Felicity is jarred back into reality upon hearing the leveret crying. She rushes into the hall, and she turns to her Healer escort. The Healer shakes her head. "Leverets. Always gettin' int'trouble. C'mon, I think Dom's go' it 'andled, but we should go send anothah 'Ealah down 'ere, just in case. I don't have any supplies wi' me if 'is nose is a-bleedin'." Felicity nods in agreement, and the 2 does head off to the Infirmary to send an equipped Healer down here to check on Earlbuck's nose.

Gregorian chuckles faintly "Ale worth watchin' out for" he says before the wail also makes him quickly head back to the hall. Frowning Grace very firmly scolds the crab by waggling her finger at it after Earlbuck is pinched "Bad Cookie!" Cookie shows no remorse. Grace is immediately distracted anyway by Greg suddenly appearing and grins again as she proudly shows him the crab too "Dad! Look! This is Cookie! Can yah build him a home?" Greg is taken by surprise "Err..." she named the thing, he can't really say no now.

Dominik also seemingly had the same problem of being unable to tell Grace no, and so he snrks a little and tries his best to hide his chuckle as the crab does indeed snap on Earlbuck's nose. He sighs, a little, shaking his head and giving Greg an amused look. "All leverets were good on beach, nothink really happened. But am thinking leetle crab does not appear to be happy vith arrangements."

Terrence had also started for the door before realizing he's got at least two more hours on sentry duty. Besides, Greg and Felicity and hopefully Dom and handle whatever the commotion is. So the sergeant returns to his stool.

"MY SNOUT WAS PINCHES!" Earlbuck had followed Dom and stood looking indigently up at the tall hare. "THATS VERY MUCH SOMETHINGS!" The betrayal of Cookie will not be forgotten anytime soon. The leveret, his outburst done, goes to look for more symphony far from Grace's crab.

Never run towards the screaming Greg thinks. It always results in trouble "Alright..." he gestures after Earlbuck as he talks to Dom "Perhaps yah should herd the othah dibbuns, I've got Grace for now...and the little crab" so much for paperwork now he has to find out to keep a crab alive. He turns his daughter around to get her moving back upstairs "We'll see wot we can do but yah can't let go of him yet"

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Cookie the Crab... and friends - LP 12/5/20

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