06-12-05

Characters involved: Neville, Sorrel, Taye, & Jarril.

Salamandastron: Recreation Room

Neville whistles as he works (its a funny little quirk), wiping down one of the tables in the corner, holding a tray with the empty mugs from its last occupants with his free hand. He nods to himself once he considers the job satisfactory and turns on his heel to wander back towards the bar, despositing the used tankards in a barrel of water and tidying away the tray. He looks up and around the bar, rather busy for this time of day, with several groups engaged in various activities, from gambling their pay in one corner, to a couple quietly talking in the other. The barhare grins as a couple of trainee runners enter, all looking rather ragged after a mornings training, he takes their order and serves them, continuing the customary banter as he does so. All rather normal in the Recreation Room today it must be said.

Sorrel comes in, directly behind the runners, feeling a bruised cheeck tenderly. boxing? at this hour? ayup.

In comes another runner-in-training straggling behind, Taye. Dragging his feet just the tiniest bit, he makes his way over to the other recruits and sits next to them on a barstool. As one elbows him playfully, he grins half-heartedly and elbows them back. "Yeah, yeah..."

Sorrel continues rubbing the bruised cheeck, sighing and calling to Neville to come over. nevermind the aching rib, her cheeck was more important. XD

Taye looks to the side at a sighing and calling Sorrel, and notices the bruised cheek. Eep. He winces, slightly. "A'right, there?"

Heading into the room, Jarril looks about as he carries a parchment, looking for the bars notice board, he pads up to it and begins to put up a sign on the latest results from the trainee's or the future long patrol officers. Making sure it looks okay, the major continues by putting another scroll up carefully, minding his own business for the time being.

Taye looks slightly less sure about that than Sorrel does, but nonetheless he nods, and turns back to the bar. With a thoughtful "hm," he digs around in his pockets for a moment before he finally comes out with the intended item - a somewhat worse-for-wear bit of parchment, folded. This he sets on the counter-top, and looks around. The parchment is sealed shut, with the emblem of the Long Patrol upon it and Jarril's name scrawled across it.. He wouldn't be thinking of taking a look at it, now would he? Neeeeever.

Jarril stands back and nods his head as he makes his way to the side to let the younger hares to go check on their new scores on their training. Letting them be by themselves to either congradulate or curse him, the major makes his way further into the bar area, nodding to various hares that he knows and stopping to talk to some, being led to one part or the other.

Seeing the parchment with the name on it, as well as hearing Jarril approaching, one of the other runners-in-training nudges Taye in the side rather sharply, and Taye's head jerks around. Blink! Oh. He snatches up the parchment, and off of the stool he hops, coming to attention as Jarril's wanderings bring him nearer. "Majah, sah, I have a message - ah, a message fer you, that is." Yes.

Pausing slightly, Jarril blinks as he raises a brow at Taye's approach and coughs slightly. "Hmmm, a message ya say?" Giving Taye a look. "Well, best let me have it."

Taye passes the message to the major, and tries to stand at attention but his gaze keeps slipping towards the score postings where the other recruits are alternately fawning or cursing over their scores. "Yes, sah."

Jarril takes the parchment as he nods his head back at Taye, opening it up and giving it a look through quickly, nodding his head and then folding it back up again before slipping it into his pcoket. "Thank ya. Ya may go now." The major not going to let Taye know what that message was about,

Taye watches Jarril intently as he puts the pocket away without saying anything. Ooh, darn. With a small inward sigh, he salutes. "Yes, sah. Thank ya, sah." He turns on his heel, and over to the score-posting he trudges, though with slightly less enthusiasm, now. However, he gets a few congratulatory slaps on his shoulder as he nears the board, and when he sees his score, he does his best to hide the grin of satisfaction. Humility and all that malarcky. ;p

Jarril makes his way over to the bar and leans on it, making his order as the major goes back to his thinking again. Feeling someone else try to budge his way through to the bar but noticing the rank, the fighter pauses and backs off, trying to slink back into the crowd again. Not paying that much attentio, the major gets his ale and then moves away from the bar to find a seat to sit down at.

Taye dissolves into the sea of young faces as they congratulate and laugh and just generally tease each other, and eventually the group moves towards the door, and out.