3-19-10 - Cole, Tyree, Nimue

Salamandastron: Meeting Room

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Here is a chamber with one singular purpose: that of meeting, obviously. It

is rather large - enough to contain the entire Long Patrol, easily. The

format is simple: rows of benches for the audience, and a podium for

whoever the speaker might be, located beneath the only window in the room.

The room is, otherwise, quite barren, and carved from the rock that is so

customary to Salamandastron.

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                 Visible Exits:

[Out]

Hey, Tyree! Look! Haha. You are not the /only/ one who can whittle! Haha! Haaaaaa. Ahem. Cole is hardly very good at it, though, compared to the older buck, but he's sunk into the foot portion between the benches, his long legs dangling over the forward bench and his back leaned into the back bench. He's carving at the chunk of wood he's messing with in a rather haphazard fashion. It hasn't really taken any sort of shape, exactly. Perhaps he doesn't know its shape, yet!

Tyree comes into the meeting room without any discernable purpose. It's certainly not to come and find Cole, since he seems instead distracted by the podium at the front of the room. He glances around carefully, and somehow misses Cole sprawled out over a bench nearby. He begins moving down the center aisle, moving slowly, his paws behind his back as he goes.

And Nim is here becaaause... she saw Tyree come in. The doe ducks her head in and leans against the doorframe. The older buck is the one she sees, so that's who she addresses, with a wide smile. "Hey!"

Huh. Headtilt. Cole glances up from his 'work' with a flicker of his ear, looking first to Nim - thinking maybe she's addressing him? - and then to Tyree, who she's actually looking at! He arches a brow and for the moment keeps his quiet. Mwahaha, dropping those eaves.

Hurk! Oh great, he's not alone. Tyree whirls about to catch Nimue in his gaze, and... hey, there's some hare's legs. Oh, no, that's just Cole. Suddenly, Tyree feels like demanding of both of them what they're doing here, when really he has no business here either. "Hellooo..." he says slowly. "Nimue." Yes... his so-called 'date' who he'll have to try and sweep off her feet in a matter of days/weeks. Which shouldn't be too hard, given the size difference.

Nimue lifts her brows. "Hellooooo Tyree." She tilts her head. "You look .. um. Disgruntled?"

Just Cole, indeed. He continues to scrape at the wood without really watching what he's doing, in favor of watching the pair! He has /heard/ that Nimue is taking Tyree to the dance - or is it the other way around? It's questionable. And so he watches with a certain amount of interest.

"No," Tyree says simply, swiftly. "My gruntle is, um... not dissed, at all," he mutters awkwardly. "Not in the slightest." He glances at Cole, ears twitching at the scrape of metal on wood. "Are you workin' there, Cole?"

Ah, man. Breakin' his cover. He glances down at said piece of wood. Aheh? "Uh, yeah." He's working on mutilating it. 'Tis very sad!

Nimue's ears perk up, and her eyes sweep over, across the room, to... Cole. "Hi! I didn't see you there," she says with a low laugh in her tone, and she pushes off the doorframe to go toward the younger of the bucks. ".. what's that supposed to be?" Mutilated wood, obviously.

Tyree, too, comes closer to Cole, peering at the sad little piece of work in his paws. "That is..." He can't really tell actually. "... Unique." He can't bring himself to say how much it looks like Cole was just maiming it. He is on the road to improvement, after all.

"Haven't decided yet," is Cole's grinning reply. He nods to Nim as she approaches. "How's it goin'?"

Nimue comes to sit on Cole's bench, a leg to either side and facing him. "I need you. To.. come shopping with me," she tells her friend with a grin. A quick glance goes over at Tyree. "Bucks have it so /easy/."

"What... is that supposed ta' mean?" Tyree asks, raising an eyebrow at the little doe, before glancing back down at Cole's carving. "You look you need lessons afore you do that again," he points out. "When we... get the time? I can show you a few techniques." Just so they don't just whittle together in utter, abject silence.

Cole's eyebrows shoot up, and he glances across at Tyree. Then back to the doe. "I'm pretty sure if yer pickin' out a dress ya oughta take Blay, instead." And back to Tyree! He nods, grinning a bit. "I just gotta warn ya... da' tried. M'kinda hopeless."

Nimue snerks, her grin playful. "/Blake/. Is like the last person to go dress-shopping with, okay." She turns a smile over toward Tyree, whose question has just been answered. Then, to Cole again, "Sooo. Who'd /you/ ask, then?"

She forgets she's talking to Tyree, who is completely at a loss when it comes to subtle 'girl things.' He decides to just let it run off his back, this time. "Nobeast is 'opeless," he answers Cole. "Otherwise half of us wouldn't be Patrollers." When the *big* question comes, Tyree seems almost inordinately interested for his character, actually tilting his ears forward and raising his chin, as if to say, 'hmmm! This will certainly be of grand importance.'

"Who'd I ask?" Cole's eyebrows shoot up. "... Was I s'posed to? I just figured... a feast. Righ'? So... we eat." He looks suddenly a bit startled.

"Well. We are also goin' ta' dance," Tyree notes very somberly as though announcing marching orders for a campaign, and there's the tiniest hint of 'if I have to endure it so does everyone else' in his voice. "Generally... dancin' requires two. An' if I'm not mistaken, the other hare is, usually, one that you ask out beforepaw. I suggest you start lookin' quickly."

Nimue's eyes widen a little. "/Eat/? But there's.." Tyree gets to it first. Nim hooks her thumb in that direction. "There's /dancing/, Cole. There's... everyone looking nice, and. And you haven't found a /date/ for it yet?"

"Well, but. What if I don't want to? I'd rathah just go t'eat." And laugh at the poor schmucks stuck dancing! Cole's locked back down at his work and he's back to chopping at the poor thing. It's a wonder he still has all his fingers. "'Course I haven't. I dunno why I should. S'just the does who care about all tha' nonsense."

Nimue blinks at Cole, and then bursts out laughing. "You know if you /ever/ want a doe, you'd better start caring about what /does care about/."

"Just the-!" Tyree sputters. "Cole," he says, and takes a seat on his other side. "Cole. This isn't just for the does. You do realize other bucks will be there too, right? An' not just eatin'?" Like, I dunno, Tyree? He's not going to be the only one out there, no sir! "It's, um... it's an important opportunity ta' learn how ta' be more... cultured. Sociable. Acquire acumen in matters of etiquette an' high society." And other big words.

Cole's ears flicker distractedly as the two each take one of his ears and jabber at him. He wrinkles his nose. "First off ,I figure on waitin' t'find a doe tha' cares about the same things I care about. M'not in any hurry." Aaaand as for Tyree's rant, he lifts his head and gives him a look, like, 'Huh?'

Nimue glances at Tyree, aaand. Laughs again. She shakes her head, pushing her hair back from her face and then turning to Cole with a scolding look. "Well /that/ will get you nowhere fast. But I guess some guys just want to be scruffy gray old bachelors with no girlfriend. Ever."

Oh, to have a large, incomprehensible vocabulary. "Well, fine," he says, crossing his arms. Apparently he will be the /only/ buck going out on a limb. Not that he doesn't like the idea of going with Nimue. Just... the staring and the muttering that could unfold. Nimue's attitude seems infectious, and for the briefest of moments, Tyree feels like sticking his tongue out at the young buck just to snub his stubbornness. But it's a fleeting fancy and he doesn't commit. "M'sure there'll be plenty of good vittles, regardless."

Cole gives Nimue a glance, next. He looks a bit on the nonplussed side. Again. "... Well, I mean. I guess we'll see. But I figure there's not much point in bein' with a doe if we don't hardly get along." He shrugs, at this, and ducks his head to his work once again! His 'work'. His work that is starting to resembled someone's lower intestines. Fortunately minus the blood, so far. "There's s'posed t'be games, too, so." Shrug. He intends to have fun, sans-date!

"And how're you gonna ever know which does you get along with if you don't do something /easy/ like.. ask them out?" Nim coaxes, eyes narrowed at Cole skeptically. "You? You could get /tons/ of dates. You could take like six different does to the feast by yourself!"

Tyree narrows his eyes quizically at that. "I dunno if that'd be entirely proper."

Nimue shrugs. "More proper than like. Taking his /sister/. Which will be your only option if you wait any longer, Cole!"

"... Don't think dancin's the best sorta way t'get t'know someone, really. I'd want t'go with someone I already got 'long with. But what's the point o' that? If I want t'dance with someone, I'll just ask 'em." In that /very/ unlikely situation. And - what? Cole squints at Nimue. "... First I'm dyin' old 'n' alone 'n' now I'm, uh. What?" Hot stuff or something? He starts to stand up. "Does're nuts." This is kind of muttered to the side at Tyree.

"I'm trying to /motivate/ you!" Nim counters, grinning again. She gets up onto her feet on the bench when Cole stands, which.. hey, still makes her shorter than him! But a good position to snag the buck in a quick hug before he can leave. "And you /will/ help me shop for my dress, won't you?"

"Most seem ta' be," Tyree says with a sage nod. "Don't worry, Cole, you'll start ta' figure it out when you get older."

Cole groans unhappily. "... Take one'a the othah does or somethin', won't you, Nim? C'mon." None the less, he returns the brief, one-armed hug, his chin resting briefly atop her head before he pulls back, starting to step down off the benches towards the center of the room, towards the exit.

Nimue responds with a little bump of her muzzle up under Cole's chin. "Please? I'll make it fun, you can come over after and meet my dad and all!" She seems to just be going on the assumption that he'll be coming with her, because she gives him and little wave and a smile as he goes. Satisfied smile.

Tyree tilts his head as he watches the interaction between the two of them. "... Why didn't you just ask /him?/" he muses, genuinely curious.

Nimue blinks as she looks over at Tyree, still standing on the bench. "... ask him what?"

Tyree now stares at Nimue rather blankly. After waiting for a while to see if she figures it out (which she doesn't), he spreads his paws and widens his eyes. "Ta' /go/," he says emphatically. "... Ta' the feast!"

Nimue blinks. Again! And starts to laugh, shaking her head. "What sort of madness is /that/? Cole's like my best /friend/. You make no sense, Ty." She says it so fondly!

Cole has not said yes, okay! He waves a paw backward at Nimue, tsk tsking to himself. But just as he's on his way to the door, he catches Tyree's question. He glances back around at the buck like he's gone crazy, then gives Nimue a look like the crazy might spread to her, next. "Why the bloody heck would she want t'go t'the feast with /me/?" I mean, what? "Ew." Ew, Tyree! Your suggestion has been thumbs downed! "... Might s'well take my sistah, s'much as her." Psh. He shakes his head, totally flabbergasted, and turns to continue towards the door, on his way to exiting.

Tyree closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath in, and then lets it out again, putting his paws in his lap. Gotta remember he's still dealing with children, here. And they thought /he/ wasn't making sense! "Yes, of course, forget I said anythin'. How silly of me ta' think so. I probably just need some fresh air ta' get all the crazy out of my head."