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oz

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New Guests-Redwall Log

log in Great Hall

Oz=Dibbun caretaker of abbey
Fig-Redwall Guest
Muri-Redwall Guest
spoofed assorted abbey beasts,guests, novices ect

The Cavern Hole is full of activity. Beasts lump around on chairs and large pillows. Some are taking a brunch like snack on the squat, round tables around the walls. The fireplace, which is cold and dead because summer still haunts the air around Mossflower, is still somehow the focal point of the rabbit Fig, who sits in a ridiculously lumpy pillow chair thing. She's bent over, inspecting a haphazardly put together board with pieces. It's obvious she doesn't know how to play but she's pushing the pieces around anyways.   

And then there is Muri - she's gotten some new clothes, it would seem: a loaner habit while her's are washed. She looks ridiculously small in the overlarge thing and bunches the fabric up in her fists as she shuffles into Cavern Hole. It's apparent to any who notice the small field mouse that she just... Doesn't know what to do. Doesn't know who to talk to, how to approach them - but, of course, there's that /rabbit/. Despite her continued affirmation of her dislike of Fig, Muri heads that way. "What, you don't know how to play or something?"   

Fig's ears shoot up a split second before her eyes. That seems to be a constant with the bunny. At first she looks /slightly/ panicked. "I did all m'chores!" she bristles defensively at the habit-clad mouse. And then... Her ears flatten and her eyes float around Muri's face. "They promoted you fast, eh?" Fig's shoulders hunch and she returns to her makeshift, made up game. "I can play jus' fine. I like t'make up my own rules, s'all."   

Rolling her eyes, Muri drops to a seat beside the board and rabbit. "I'm only /borrowin'/ it." She huffs, reaching over Fig's paw to correct the position of one of the pieces, but something stops her dead and she just pauses there, fingers frozen on the piece in confusion. "You... Make up your own rules?" YOU CAN /DO/ THAT?! "But why... How does that /work/?"   

Fig blinks up at the mouse, her eyes roaming to the paw up to Muri's face. "You havin' a laugh at me, then?" she demands, her mouth flattening into an offended line. She grabs a piece and moves it firmly, not breaking eye contact with Muri. 'Cause my family didn't 'ave toys 'r games an' I never learned how t'bloomin' play so I sat down this morning an' made up my own rules." Fig's tone makes it seem like she's really saying 'duh, it's obvious'.   

Muri is taken aback and abruptly drops the piece with a muted clatter, paws shooting up defensively. "No-! No, I... I just -" The shock of the sudden shift wears off and she regains her snotty composure. "Maybe I /am/ having a laugh at you." She growls, muzzle twisting angrily. "I didn't know you could make up your own rules, is all." She scoffs, obviously that wouldn't work! Surely, it couldn't? There is a spasm of turmoil on Muri's features before she grumbles out: "...Could teach you the proper way..."   

Fig frowns from Muri's face down the board. She sits up a little in her large pillow made chair and considers her game. There is obvious struggle between wanting to dislike this mouse maid and being interested in learning to play the game. "I... yeah, sure. Maybe after dinner?" She motions at Muri and points to the board. "Right now I'm rolling these dice I found t'see who can attack who. I roll a three, see?" The dice clatter. "So m'mates on the third row can attack. Th' second die tells me how /far/ the can attack. "Two. Two spaces." Fig curses.   

Muri watches, eyes wide with amazement. It isn't... A bad idea? "That's..." She shifts forward. Was the whole point of this journey not to find freedom? Was it not to forge a place and an identity for herself that is hers and hers alone?! Who says you have to play the games by the same rules, how has that fared for her thus far?!? With obvious difficulty, the mouse clears her throat and asks: "c-can I play your way, then? S'a lot more rules to remember the proper way. Like this one -" She points. "Can only attack in a shape like this, and this one can only go straight, but this one can go anywhere but only a certain number of spaces."   

Oz walks down the steps as he hears voices and heads towards them, the dibbuns are in classes and this is one of the times he is without the dibbuns, though sometimes he may have a small too young for classes dibbun but not today as he arches an eyebrow as he gets closer, only catching bits and pieces of the chatting "Greetings, you must be new to the abbey."   

Fig stares up at the mouse and turns her ears down, considering the request of the mouse. "Yeah, a'right," she allows and motions at a smaller pillow to her left. "I don't got a /ton/ o'rules. But the dice kinda just control all th' movements. Ya count the rows an' if you roll a row yer pieces aren't on, the opposing player gets t'attack." She rattles off a few more rules before her ears turn up towards the badger. "Oh, uh. Yeah. Jus'... came t'bring m'friend Muri here. She wants t'be a /Sister/." And then Fig smirks over at the habit-wearing mouse maid.   

"I wasn't allowed to play if the other adults were around. Pa said it wasn't a game for girls." Muri explains, brightly. "So I had to learn in /secret/." She says this like it is the epitome of rebellion for a mouse her age. "I can teach you the real rules sometime, though!" She quips brightly, shifting over to drop onto the pillow Fig points out. "But I'm /really/ good, so you'll lose a lo- oh!" Oz steals her attention away from her bragging, and Muri's ears snap flat back against her skull. "Yes! I - /hey/!" She turns to glare at Fig. "I do /not/ want to be a Sister, you liar! I'm only wearin' this 'cause my other clothes got too dirty!"   

Oz listens before he speaks "Please do not argue, if your friends you should try and get along and if either of you want to join the order, you can but it’s a life time commitment, and takes a long while to go from novice ranks to Sister. And Redwall welcomes all good beasts so welcome to Redwall and if you do choose to stay you can speak with Abbot Benar"   

Fig's cheeks puff in laughter as she watches the angry, habit'ed mouse. "Sorry, stripey," she says with a shrug. "I'm not order material, no siree. An' m'just teasin' Muri. She let's /everything/ get t'her. S'hilarious." The rabbit's short ears bend towards the mouse. "Too many chores fer my liking in this place. Whatcha think, Muri?"   

"She started it." Muri grumbles, looking shamefacedly away from the large badger. "And I /do not/!" Sorry, Oz - if you want these two to stop arguing, you're sore out of luck. "But I /don't/ want to be a Novice or a Sister or nothin'. Anything, I mean." She continues. "Too many chores -" She begins, but pauses with a bewildered, red faced look at Fig because they had spoken that much in tandem. "I, er..." Flushing, she looks determinedly up at Oz. "I just want to stay here for a while. I -" a look to Fig, as if wounded she has to hear this. "...I got nowhere else."   

Oz nods "Well everyone helps here best they can, most chores are done by novices and visitors help where they can. Perhaps think on your skills and help out in those areas. The abbey is a safe place to be as the only other villages nearby are Ferravale, and there may be a very small one south called Mossflower Village but I rarely leave the abbey. I have been to Ferravale a couple times with others but I rather be here as it’s a lot easier to get around seeing as I know this place from top to bottom" He hmmms well the attic maybe he could misstep in, but other than that he knows his way around.   

Fig puts a paw on her chest, looking hurt. "I just churned th' whole new section o'the garden yesterday," she insists. "I /still/ smell like bloomin' compost. But s'what I do! I'm a farmer." The rabbit hunches her shoulders and attempts to roll a knot out of the muscle. "I've earned my meals fer a week, yeah? You lot have a /very/ nice new plot o'rows fer... whatever th' heck. Carrots 'r somethin'."   

"And I helped!" Muri squeaks. "I washed dishes and... And helped in the garden, too!" The look on her face says that she wants a medal for doing all of this servant's work. "I don't know about those other places, but I traveled a really long way 'cause I was told to come /here/." The suggestion of leaving for other places seems to crush the poor mouse's spirits. "I mean, I came here."   

"Yeah, you helped," Fig snorts and scoops up her die. With an air of boredom she rolls them. "See? Four rolled first, an' then a one." She plucks up a fourth row piece and knocks down an opposing piece one row over. It's a... pretty simple game. "This guy is out. But he can be brought back in if you roll doubles of a row with space on it." Her ears bend back and she looks up at Muri. "Redwall is a bit stuffy, everybeast knows that."   

Oz nods "And helping is good....stuffy?" He seems curious. "Why do you say that?"   

"So -" Muri reaches for the die and rolls. "Two. So - this row?" Another roll. "One." Her brow furrows. SHE HATES THIS GAME ALREADY. "So I move..." Uncertainly, she shifts her piece forward. It doesn't take out any. "I never even heard of Redwall before I set off for it. I, er..." Shift, shift, uncomfortable shift. "I'm from far to the East, guess you could say. Didn't know the rules or stuffiness or nothing." A pause. "I mean, I didn't know about the rules or stuffiness." She corrects herself, looking back up to Oz. "I think Fig means it's all... Real polite-like and there are a lot of rules." A glance back to the rabbit, an eyebrow raised like 'right?'   

"The goal is to spread your guys out as much as possible so that every roll equals a possible move," Fig instructs, sounding a bit more clear and confident as she explains her game. She winces, slightly. "You knooow," the southern rabbit drawls with a shrug. "Like... buncha old beasts always tellin' ya what t'do. Yeah! Rule lists as long as a hares ears. That sorta thing." Another shrug.   

Oz says, "Well rules are important any place and helps keep this place running well, as does chores and different jobs. I am the dibbun caretaker but I also when needed can help move some heavy items. I have also gotten some needed supplies once or twice."

"I - I see." Muri says in a voice that suggests that she doesn't really, and her borrowed habit sleeves bunch up awkwardly as a paw raises to scratch behind one of her ears. As Oz continues about rules, she seems ready to argue with the badger, but thinks better of it - despite her willingness to fight tooth and claw with Fig, Oz represents an authority figure to her. Seems to be a thing. "Right, right..." She grumbles, looking up to lock eyes with Fig and give a tiny, secret, eye roll.   

Fig cuts her gaze away. "Oh, believe me," the rabbit snorts. "I 'ad plenty o'rules as a dibbun. I get that they... create order. But livin' out in Mossflower, free as a bird?" Her lips press into a smile. "S'nice. But m'here t'take care o'Muri, y'see. She wouldn't last a day out there so I gotta make sure she stays here."   
Oz nods "The woods can be dangerous at times and woodlanders don’t always get along well with Ferravale seeing as it’s a vermin village but they do have a peace treaty with us."   

Muri's paws fly to her hips. "I so /could/ last a day out there! I lasted a whole lot of time out on the road, I bet you I could live out in Mossflower a whole /week/ and be better at it than you!" Her whiskers twitch furiously. "Bet I could do it a whole /month/!" Oz's discussion of Ferravale politics goes ignored in her bluster of mousey pride.
   
"Oh, sure," Fig murmurs at the mouse, leaning forward to begin cleaning up her game. "Then go do it. Better yet, go live in a /vermin/ village, little mouse." She stands, pouring the game pieces into her pockets and folding up the cloth that serves as a board. "M'gonna go put the game away an' get brunch food. I can smell it." Fig sniffs at the air.   

Oz frowns "It is not good to travel alone, may be wiser for both of you to stay in the abbey"   

Muri looks disappointed. "Thought we were playing?" She huffs, paling at the thought of living in a vermin village. "Fine." She pouts, looking after the rabbit. "/Fine/. I'll show her..." And at Oz's continued assurance that she /can't/ do just that, the mouse leaps upright and stomps a foot. "I'll show you both!" And Muri just... Takes off. She clutches at the borrowed habit to keep from tripping over it and runs - somewhere. Presumably to regain possession of her own clothes and, if she is to be believed, go make a life for herself out in the woods.   

Fig watches her go, ears up and only half relaxed. "Don't worry," she assures the badger. "She is /all/ talk. Big dibbun of a mouse, huh?" The hare laughs and turns, moving to place the pieces and board on the toy and games shelf because /she/ is a respectable guest. So there!   

Oz sighs, the guards most likely won’t let someone just rush off, least he doesn’t think so. "Well then guess see you both at dinner I need to check on the dibbuns, good day "With that he left and headed up the stairs.

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Oz-  Badger-young adult-Wanderer