A Redwall and The Great Ones TP (a 2016 Camp Willow plot) Aftermath log

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Happens after this log

RW Abbey: Infirmary
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Several beds are lined against the red sandstone walls of the Abbey's Infirmary. An examination table, separated from the rest of the room by hanging blankets, rests against the far wall.  Tucked into a small alcove is a sizeable workbench with various containers for mixing and preparing medicinal compounds.  Against another wall is a desk for use by the Infirmary Keeper.  A curtained off alcove behind the desk hides a locked door to the Infirmary's supplies and linens.
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Exits: Infirmary [Rec]overy Room, [H]ealer's [D]ormitory, [O]pen [G]round, [Hall]

Mice: Angela, female.

Otters: Jake, male. Raisa, female.

Squirrels: Abbot Benar, male. Magramba, male. Aden, female.

Rats: Pesty, male.

Random spoofed Novices and Order members of various species.

Jake has been in the infirm since he came from Camp Willow. He has been staring at walls and did have one big scare but has semi recovered from that, providing the beast stays away or maybe it's dead as in his mind that's better. His arm is wrapped tightly and seems blood through the bandage. A bandage on his forehead and leg as well, he has only eaten and drank a little since he has been here and has yet to really talk to any beast.

Angela has been hearing of the refugees from Camp Willow. Raisa with the dead otter kit. Jake. She has just been busy elsewhere. But now the old mouse hobbles into the main Infirmary room and makes her way over to the injured otter. "'Ello, there, my name is Angela, I'm one of the 'Ealer's here at Redwall. Can ye tell me 'ow you're feelin'?" She goes to check his injuries. A Novice comes over, and the old mouse murmurs something to her; she nods and walks over to the herb cabinets.

Jake looks over and frowns "I...sore and..." He looks around the room before he allows himself to relax "Just..." He frowns and looks to his bandaged arm, which really isn't getting better, maybe it's worse even.

Pursing her lips, Angela waits for the Novice to come back with what she asked for. Smiling softly, the old Healer asks another Novice to get some white willow bark tea with lots of honey. "How does yer arm feel, honey? I 'eard ye 'ad a scare earlier; I've made sure nothin' bad's gonna come get ye. You're safe 'ere."

Jake tenses "It...a fox sneaked in, but I think they killed it, it was gonna slay me 'cause...'cause THEY sent it to. THEY DID!!" He breaths heavily and shivers, "Arm?...Hurts...numb places...yes" It the bandage is off it shows a Bad BAD burn that's rather deep and has yet to truly stop bleeding or slowly seeping blood. It's also more swollen now and infection is starting to set in in places where most likely some doesn't caught, or maybe something else is still in the burnt arm that was unseen, like a tip of a spear or half a spear tip.

The Novices both come back over. As one goes to help the otter drink the tea, Angela purses her lips and starts to try to clean up the arm a tiny bit, before going to put ointment on. "It doesn't look too good, hon." The Novice hands the old Healer what she asks for at each stage. "We'll do everythin' we can, but we aren't perfect..." She does not like the way it looks...

Jake sips the tea and coughs, he then whimpers as his arm does have pain but not through out the whole arm. He nods and tries to sip more tea "The...fire it was in the cabin tr...tried to hide in and...c...couldn't get out, the window worked...was trying to find my friend who is...is proba'lly..." Tears flow down his face "Dead, they are all...ALL dead."

Angela goes to rapidly but perfectly and efficiently rebandage the otter's arm. Frowning, she murmurs to the Novice (a vole) who brought her the bandages and ointment, who nods and rushes off to do what was bid of her. The old mouse digs out a handkerchief and gives it to the Novice who brought the tea (a squirrel), who sets the tea down and goes to help the otter hold the hankie. The vole Novice comes back over, and Angela takes the powder and puts it in the tea. It's a very mild sedative that won't react with whatever Zee gave the otter earlier. "'Ere, drink some more tea, then tell me what 'appened, if ya can," she murmurs as she goes to help him take a sip.

Jake frowns, he knows what happen as he was clearly there, "They...the monsters came and they seemed to spit fire, and carried fire on torches." A sip of tea is taken "K...Killed everyone in the path, dibbuns and guards, just anyone...and they killed Skipper too. Homes and other buildings burned and..." Tears flood down his face as he speaks and he gulps slightly as he closes his eyes.

Frowning, Angela allows the Novices to put away the bandages and ointments and stuff. "What did these Monsters look like, love? For, indeed, only a Monster would do what ya are describing." She goes to soothingly stroke his head, hoping to help him stay calm.

Jake whimpers, "L...Like de...demons....they destroyed everything, it's all gone." Tears go down his face... "My...home...friends...d...death all over and I barely got...got out of camp"

The door opens a crack and Benar sticks his head inside, he's been getting disjointed reports from up and down the abbey for a day or so now. Disturbing and unwelcome reports, he looks around and when he spots Angela and the otter lets himself in and shuts the door behind him. "Angela..."

The old Healer looks up at the Abbot. The vole Novice comes back over to help the otter continue to drink his tea. "That sounds awful," she says compassionately as Angela stands starts to hobble over to the squirrel. "I would've been terrified." The old mouse makes it over to the Abbot, looking sorrowful and angry. "'Ow can I 'elp ye?"

Jake looks over at the abbot as he walks in, but he only greets him with a frown.

Benar glances at Jake then back at Angela, "Is your patient strong enough to talk to?" he asks in a quiet voice, "I... need to know what is going on... all I have heard so far is rumours and talk..."

Raisa wakes up from where she is and looks over to the sound of voices as she slowly sits up. She has some bandages on her and a small cut on her forehead.

Angela purses her lips and looks back at the male otter, who is still being administered to by the vole Novice. Biting her lip, she twists her staff. "I'm not sure.....'e seems to be troubled mentally, and the infection in 'is arm.....well, 'tis bad. I fear that we might 'ave to amputate; I 'ope and pray not, but I can't make any promises." A squirrel Novice takes some mint tea to the female otter and says quietly, "How are you feeling?" The old Healer turns back to the Abbot, obviously concerned. "Ye can try, but I may 'ave to ask ye to stop after a little bit...."

Jake frowns and looks down at the bed... "Talk...talk bout what...'tis gone, all...gone"

Benar nods to Angela in thanks and squeezes her arm, "Throw me out if you need to," He then walks past her and smiles as Raisa sits up and settles onto a chair near her bed and Jake's. "Hello both of you, I am Abbot Benar, I've not had the pleasure of meeting either of you before and I wish we could meet under more pleasant circumstances. I was hoping you could tell me something of what has happened? Anything at all so we can help to protect the abbey and make sure the same thing does not happen here."

Raisa frowns, she shakes her head at the tea and her eyes fall on the abbot "What...happen? Monsters came and...killed so...so many, set fire to homes and cabins, even the infirm...they" Tears come "They killed dibbuns...innocent dibbuns, guards and anyone in the way cause they didn't care. They killed...the Skipper...Camp Willow...it's gone, thar is no Camp Willow" It's here she then starts sobbing.

Angela gets the sedative again and puts some in the female otter's drink. Going up to her, she murmurs, "I need ya to drink this, please. It'll 'elp ya feel a tiny bit better, but ye won't fall asleep." She digs out another hankie and hands it to the ottermaid and goes to hug her. The Novice goes to get some paper and charcoal. The other Novice looks at the Abbot; she seems to be a bit new with this whole war and death thing.

Benar shakes his head and sinks back in his chair, "Gone... but... how can it be gone... I mean... camp willow had twice as many warriors as our entire guard..." He flicks his tail and stands up slowly, "I... thank you please, stay here, rest I must go talk to the Champion we must prepare the Abbey."

Jake frowns as a tear goes down his face, he does try to be polite... "Jake...t...that's me name sir." He frowns, "There was..100s of these...creatures...and all of them are...are dead, the monsters came and killed them...all of them and burned everything, it was...was a massacre." He sighs "It's true the camp is gone"

Raisa slowly drinks the and looks at them through teary eyes, she looks over at Jake and seems glad at least one other otter escape "Jake....you're alive, I thought you died"

Jake for the first time gets from bed and goes to hug Raisa "Raisa....."

Benar says, "I... I am glad you are both alive," he glances at Angela and the novices and squeezes the hand of the novice who seems close to tears, "That such death and destruction would be visited on camp Willow it.. beggars belief. But you must not give up hope, not everyone can be dead... I won't believe it..." the abbot is sat ina chair next to Raisa and Jake's bed, frowning and looking worried, "I really must talk to Magramba."

Angela is standing by Raisa's cot, and she goes to check the wound on the ottermaid's head. She just listens to the conversation for now. The new Novice sniffles a little, and the vole Novice goes back to her duties. The old Healer looks up at the male otter and says, "I would feel more comfortable if ye'd stay in bed for now...."

Jake frowns "It was....no one else could of survived...that...horror" He goes to finally lay back down and cries himself to sleep.

Raisa frowns, tears still flood down her face, "All is gone, hope is gone....it's hopeless" That's how she feels and its hard to change that.

Benar stands back up, moving out of way of the Novices and healers to attend the otters. He moves across the room and stands by a window looking out at the abbey grounds with a frown.

Magramba shows up in the darnedest places, with a curious habit of arriving just when he's mentioned. The Champion's head pokes through the door, and his face communicates two words: tired and dirty. The squirrel glances around furtively, looking for something, then starts to leave again until he finally spots Benar. "Father Abbot." It's not an exclamation of greeting, or a questioning hello, but a flat, exhausted statement of simple reality. The warrior comes pacing somberly into the infirmary, still dressed for the road, with the dust of it still on his clothing.

Angela is relieved that the Abbot is no longer questioning her patients without having to be asked. Ignoring the Warrior's dirty-ness, she whispers to the ottermaid, "You're safe 'ere, nobeast will 'arm you while I'm around."

Raisa listens to any talking and just lays down from where she was sitting, she feels the tears and lets them come. A novice rubs her back 'til the ottermaid stops sobbing and is soon asleep. It's then the novice slowly stands with a tear of her own. She excuses herself and heads out of the room.

Benar turns around as someone says his name and moves across to meet Magramba half way, "Mag... you have news of Camp Willow?" He looks around the infirmary and draws the other squirrel toward the door, "Let us not talk here, Angela has two survivors of the attack... I take it from your appearance you've been out?" he shakes his head, it must be bad if Mag didn't even stop to freshen up.

The warrior isn't exactly famous for his fresh face, but it is bad. "Let's go out," Magramba agrees, nodding towards the door, weary eyes blinking at the two injured otters. "We need to- let's go out."

Benar looks back into the room and nods to Magramba and steps outside, pulling his habit with him, "Ok, let's go and talk...."

RW Abbey: Open Ground


The Open Ground is a place for feasts, good times and just general social meetings. The wide-open space allows a large group of beasts to gather upon the plush grass and chat. But it also allows access to many places of the abbey, towards the walls of the abbey is the Bell Tower. Notable abbey defenders graves alongside the plot of land the massive structure takes up. A staircase shrouded by a case of stone allows one to make their way to the busy infirmary. The large brass lined doors to the lower dormitory are also evident from this position.

[It's Spring!]


Exits: [Gr]aveyard, [Fly], [Up] the stairs to the Ramparts, [G]arden of the [L]ate Rose, [A]long [S]ide the [I]nfirmary, [B]ell [T]ower, [Infirm]ary, Lower [Dorm]itory, Redwall [Entry]

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Benar walks down the steps out into the open grounds, he tucks his paws into the sleeves of his habit and looks at the Champion, "It is war, I take it we must prepare the abbey?"

"It's not like anything I've seen this close to the Abbey," Magramba replies, shaking his head. "It's... not even /war./ It was devastation. The Willow otters are fighters, but these vermin... The buildings were burned. Bodies, burned or hung from the trees. Slaves chained in rows. We have to assume they won't stop."

Benar nods sadly and sighs, "I... I cannot understand such destruction, to conquer somewhere and rule it... but to raid like that and burn..." he looks at Magramba and then over at the walls, "What do you need from myself and the Elders? And the order? You're our champion Magramba, defending the abbey is up to you I'll be guided by what you think we need."

"I don't think we need to have everyone training with weapons or anything like that, but we need to make sure those who can fight have what they need if we need to fight." Magramba chews his lip, scratching his chin. It's hard to balance the peaceful spirit of Redwall with the very real threat on the outside. "The forge needs to be usable for weapons."

Benar nods his head and sighs, "I thought it might be... but we don't have a blacksmith really, not a fully trained one I am not sure if anyone knows much about making weapons. But that seems reasonable and if you need more space to train or to store supplies near the walls don't worry about having weapons and such out and about in the grounds." He looks behind him at the main building, "I'd rather keep them out of the main building if we can but around the grounds, on the walls... would more eyes keeping lookout help? Even if they can't use weapons?"

"I think it'd be best to limit weapons indoors to the guards we have already," Magramba agrees, nodding, his paws falling to his hips when he stops fidgeting with his chin. "Those who are able to help protect the Abbey, should. We'll keep the weapons on and around the walls where they're accessible, but I'd prefer not to have Sister Agatha toting a spear in the kitchens." That just... wouldn't work out well for anyone. "Extra sentries would be very helpful. We can put rocks up there too. Anyone can drop a rock."

"I think my grandson, Emyuil, can forge weapons," Angela suddenly says. She isn't called Quietfeet for nothing. She smiles sadly. "I now wish Rose was 'ere; it would be good for 'er to 'ear this. I will offer what little 'elp I can, but my experiences with war are just in the 'ealin' arts."

She basically just seemed to APPEAR right behind the Abbot and Champion.

Benar says, "I was a Corporal in charge of supplies," he looks back at Angela and smiles, "In Southsward, my experiences with war is knowing how to feed people... my sword is a hoe now and my bow I snapped." he looks at Magramba and shakes his head, "I will ask Elmef and the Groundskeepers to double up as extra sentries, they are all full brothers and sisters. I don't want any novices on those walls, we should probably see about securing the wall gates... those things are always causing us trouble." he frowns over at the walls, "I'll dig out the alarm tones as well for the bells and remind everyone what rings mean what at dinner tonight."

"I'm sure there's some eager residents who will be happy to line the walls with eyes as well," Magramba replies after the brief interlude of Angela and Benar's speculation. "Past security, I need to start thinking about Camp Willow. The raiders seemed intent to stay." His brow furrowed, the squirrel takes his leave, wandering off towards the walls.

Across the lawn comes a ratling trundling in his wake a small cart with an oversized meringue on it. Pesty appears to be attempting to be as quiet as he can in his getaway though, and heaven knows where he managed to get the dessert. His whiskers still have traces of the meringue in it, and the entire dessert has a rat-shaped imprint on it from where he must have lost his grip and wound up tipping it into his own muzzle.

Angela sighs heavily as she watches the Champion wander off. "....I 'ave 'ad enough of war for my lifetime....I was never a Warrior, I could never understand the 'atred and 'unger for power that drives some beasts to kill and maim..." Spotting the new arrival, she goes quiet, but she still looks gloomy.

Benar says, "I will never understand it either Angela, I went a wandering when I was little and then I came home and then I moved here. Mother still wonders about it... she was a proud warrior, you'd probably like her though she has a lot of sense." he then spots the ratling and the cart and raises his tail and strolls off, "Can I help you with that little one? It looks a bit large for you to carry on your own, let me help you get it to your friends so you can all share it together."

Truth be told the ratling is straining to move his cart across the lawn with just one paw, the other clutching a small stuffed toy. At being stopped, he freezes, and stares straight at Benar, nose twitching slightly as though he's trying to think up a good way to escape. In the end he just squeaks out, "Nope! Don't need no 'elp! I goddit!" His pulling increases as he tries to make his escape to a more secluded spot. Sharing? Blech.

Benar leans down and picks up the meringue, taking it off the cart, "Of course you need some help, it is much too large. I really wouldn't want your friends to miss out. Now I believe Oz has most of the youngsters over in the Rose Garden though tsk, naught rat, starting without everyone I see, well I can't blame you. I'd have done the same when I was little."

Angela is now struggling to not laugh. Shaking her head, the old Healer goes to find LilyMoore and let her know that she has to be extra attentive at her bell ringing lessons from now on!

A look on Pesty's face appears, and it's one that suggests that he'd sucked from a lemon and then rubbed salt on his tongue afterwards. Watching his prize being lifted above his head, he jumps for it, gritting his teeth as he growls out a protestation to being robbed of his robbery. "It's no trouble! Really! Gimme! They're all fat e'nuff already!" Luckily the rat is a rather poor jumper, and the best he can do is hook a finger or two on the edge of the plate.

Benar deftly moves the plat higher and looks down at the rat, "Of course if I was to find out that a dibbun in my care stole this desert. Why I think I would be very disappointed, perhaps we should just check with the friar that it was indeed given away freely? Or shall we go and share it with everyone? I don't think I've met you before either, I am Benar, Abbot of Redwall."

With a loud "SNERK" Pesty wipes his nose on the wrist of his habit, leaving a glossy streak wherever his nose moves. Seems like too many post-bedtime adventures ended up with Pesty managing to catch a cold heading into summer somehow. Oops. "'course it was. How'd I have it if he didn't wanna give it away?" Shockingly good logic from a ratling, eh? Pesty isn't shocked that the abbot doesn't know who he is. After all, hadn't he spent more time at the punish-table in the corner of the great hall during mealtimes than not? "Everybeast calls me Pesty. That's m'name. Pesty."

And /that/ is Aden's cue to appear! "I daresay I /agree/!" The squirrelmaid grins, stepping in from the Entry. She's been busying herself with - ugh - chores to keep her mind off the impending doom lurking around the riverbend. "'Ey! You're the wee beastie I gave that arr-" Her eyes catch the Abbot and she changes tactics, rapidly. "-/'arsh/ talking to about weapons safety." She wouldn't give a dibbun an arrow, who does that, seriously? Certainly not her. "Abbot. Wee beastie." She greets, belatedly, folding her paws and dipping her head to them, politely, in turn. See? She's learning. They'll make a proper Abbey beast out of her yet.

Finally, someone FUN! Pesty still remembers how Aden had given him an arrow one day, and he'd used the tip to make a handy little knife. That alone cemented the other beast as one of his favorite adults; one who broke rules as much as he did. Of course, there's not much time for admiring beasts who, while not vermin, are definitely vermin-y! Pesty makes a jump for the meringue and tries to pull it down from Benar's paws. If Pesty can't have it all to himself, then it's better that NOBEAST get it!

Benar is much taller then the rat and holds the meringue up, "Please stop that young beast, I really am not in the mood right now." he stares at the rat, "Hello Aden, be a dear and bring Petsy along, we need to deliver this delightful desert to the rose gardens for everyone to enjoy."

Kids are great! When you just get to say hi and leave. They tend to get... Leaky and clingy after an extended period of time, so Aden takes a hesitant step back as she is dragged into this whole 'discipline' thing. She's the fun squirrel who juggles - she doesn't /have/ to discipline the dibbuns! They tend to just accept her as one of their own, and if they don't: she runs away. "Um... Come along, Pesty?" She tries, shrugging at the little rat as she nods after the Abbot and towards the gardens. Sorry, little dude, her paws are tied.

Pesty shoots Aden a glare that could probably kill a malebeast where he stood... if it came from an adult and not a pint-sized rat. The traitor! He might have let her have some IF she had actually tried to help out and managed to get the meringue back into Pesty's possession! He tries the last thing that he can think of to get the treat back, staring up at Benar, putting on the most pathetic face that he can lie up, and wheedles, "But that's miiiiiiiine!"

Benar strolls ahead and pushes open the gate into the rose garden where youngsters can be heard shouting and playing and Sister Marigold and Papa Oz are watching over them. "Of course it is yours, it is also mine and Aden's and every other beast in Redwall's. Everything is shared by everyone and sharing is the greatest gift... or should I go ask the Friar how you got hold of it after all?" He looks back, smiles and then raises his voice, "Look everyone, Petsy got you all a treat from the Friar...."

And when the whining starts, Aden starts backing away. Slowly. Paws raised before her - dibbuns are terrifying creatures sent from the darkest depths of the Dark Forest. "Er - no, no, stop... Making that sound." She pleads, hesitating another moment before plodding after the Abbot, the dessert, and the whining rat... Because, yeah, she does want in on that meringue - duh. Coming up alongside the rat, she plasters a grin across her muzzle and crouches, coughing into her paw and muttering to the little... Thing. "Thaaaaanks, Pesty. So kind of you."

The whining couldn't be a more obvious front. The ratling becomes stonyfaced the second that Benar's back is to him, and he debates running up and ramming the abbot in the back with his head and making him drop the dessert... because dangit, that was his! But he thinks better of it. Instead, he just growls out to Aden in a whisper. "Shuddup, acornbreath." He then folds his arms and sulks, hoping to make it perfectly clear to everyone that this "sharing" scheme was no one's idea but the abbot's, and that he bore them nothing but ill will for horning in on his prize.

Benar seems quite oblivious to the sulks of the rat and starts serving up the meringue to everyone, even aden is offered a slice as he chatters away with the dibbuns. With doom and gloom and raiders looming it is nice to get to spend some time with something normal going on. He looks at Petsy and offers him some meringue.

"Heh, that's what happens when you get caught. I mean steal! Stealing is bad. Especially desserts." Aden sticks her tongue out at the dibbun with a grin, gratefully holding her paws out to the Abbot as he offers that prize around. So mature. "/Thank/ you, Father Abbot." The silver squirrel simpers, allowing herself to fall back onto her bum in the grass to better enjoy her 'hard won' reward.

Pesty takes, or rather snatches, the meagre slice of meringue he got, at least compared to the overall wonderful quantity that he missed out on. Though, they say that vermin are nothing if not short-sighted, spiteful, and bad-tempered. And Pesty is certainly all three of those things right now, because no sooner has Aden finished her lecturing and sat down than Pesty takes the meringue, and, as fast as he can, aims the treat directly at Aden's face, intending to smush it into her muzzle with the flat of his paw!

Benar is watching but nowhere near close enough to intercept that Meringue, he shakes his head, "Oh dear, well i guess you don't have any after all Petsy, such a shame to waste your only slice." he settles down on a bench and dusts his paws clean as the dibbuns laugh and play and even a few of them where about to thank Petsy but they draw back as he goes for the squirrel, meringue in paw. "I'll leave your chastisement to Sister Marigold."

The dessert splatters across Aden's face with the sickening 'squash' of wasted sweets - and then she is deathly still. The meringue drips, in slow, oozing gobs from her muzzle into the grass, until she raises a paw to flick it from her eyes.... And then, likewise, a plate of sugary goodness finds itself lobbed at the dibbun's face, in turn! FOOD FIGHT.

There's just enough time for Pesty to raise his chin towards the abbot and shout a triumphant and defiant "Worth it!" before Aden retalliates and smushes the meringue into his muzzle. With a squeak that sounds like a mixture between panic and a war cry, the ratling, rakes the treat off his face and, realizing that he might not be able to make Aden's face anymore dirty, he instead lobs it directly at an equally satisfying target; one of those horrible dibbuns that's sickeningly sweet and obedient. SHE deserves it too!

Benar vanishes, it's an Abbot trick that comes with the territory, one minute he is there, next he is just gone up a tree and away in a flash. It wouldn't do for the abbot to be caught in a food fight. The dibbuns go at it with a will however, and meringue does make such a delightful mess! Sister Marigold is scandalised and Petsy gets pelted...

Once dessert starts flying, Aden launches herself into action. Scooping some of the meringue mush from the grass, she lobs it after Benar - though it slops, harmlessly, against the trunk of a tree. Rats! The... Exclamation of anger, not the species. Once it gets going, it gets /going/ and Aden ducks behind a bush, flinging whatever creamy artillery that finds itself sent in her direction back into the frey. Another lump is launched at Pesty, another at some wailing cry baby with meringue in her hair... SHE'S AN ADULT.

Zee walks into the open groud, looking a little tried. He has on some armor that may or may not be familar and his staff at his side he seems to be rather quickly..what? Seems the staff maybe turns at the bottom some reason, he then leans on it once a click is heard, if heard at all.

There's not too much that Pesty's able to hear aside from his own shouts and taunts, several of which sound like they'd be more likely to come from the mouth of a drunk brawler than some little ratling throwing a meringue-fueled temper tantrum. The best source for the ammunition is, evidently, still untouched! Neatly cut, the large meringue is still borderline pristine, with only enough removed from it to serve the dibbuns. Pesty lunges for it and digs a grubby paw into it, grabbing a huge handful and humming a retalliatory shot towards Aden, her last shot having hit him in the rear. Another pawful, and this time it's being tossed at the sister who's trying to restore order to the dibbuns while her back is turned, Pesty having every intention of hitting her full in the back of the head.

Benar has vanished into the trees surrounding the garden, he is quite good at keeping out of the way of such things. he is watching however from a safe vantage point. Sister Marigold however is another matter, just after Petsy hurls his handful she picks him up quite firmly, "Enough," she snaps, "All of you, especially you Miss Aden..." She glaresd around the garden, ratling tucked firmly under one arm, trying to hold onto him, "You should all know better!" She is mostly ignored and pelted by several advertusome moles who join in raiding the main meringue.

Zee looks up at the food fight and grins a little.

Aden lurches sideways, and the attack meant to hit her sails harmlessly past her head - straight towards Zee. But then Pesty is scooped up, and the Sister yells! The silver-furred acrobat stands, looking abashed, as she is chastised... And then flings a fistful of retaliation at the Sister's face with a fiendish grin. "RUN, WEE BEASTIE!" She giggles, dropping to the ground and somersaulting forward to snatch another gooey pawfull of meringue, which she lobs after the first thing that moves.

Zee isn't too upset when some desert hits him on the chest, he mainly wipes it off and chuckles some, he needed a laugh as he looks around and steps back a little.

Yanked up off the ground, Pesty lets out a panicked squeak as he's hoisted by the sister, a squishy pile of dessert still fresh in his grip as he cranes his back upwards and reaches towards the sister, intending to add to the effect of Aden's assault and smear more of the dessert into the stern caretaker's facial fur.

Sister Marigold shouts and yells and drops the rat and staggers back, falling overbackwards with a yell! She is not having a good day and the abbot has gone... of course sooner or later Papa Oz will appear and end it

As the dessert flies, and the Sister tumbles, Aden spins around and darts several steps away from the chaos - because she just /knows/ that she is going to be the one to get reamed out for this. She is, after all, supposed to be the 'responsible adult' here. Ugh. "EVERY BEAST FOR THEMSELVES!" She cries out, and turns to attempt her escape.

Pesty falls to the ground with a cry and scrambles up on his feet, looking up and seeing the sister that grabbed him is now blinded by dessert. He knows when the fun has gone on too long and scrambles away, shouting out "Scatter!" but not before he runs back to the meringue and grabs up two big handfuls to enjoy while he's hiding. There are, after all, some nice, quiet areas of the abbey where a ratling can revel in the chaos he's caused without being caught!

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