Amazing Race (RW Edition) - Eighth Piece of Map
Camp Willow: Mess Hall- Storage
<----> Camp Willow - Mess Hall - Food Storage <---->
This area is very small and is used to store food that the cooks use to cook the daily meals. Sacks of flower and kegs of water are the most plentiful things in here, yet there are other things. The main ingredient in here is probably dried shrimp, as well as hotroot, for the famous Hotroot Soup. The only doorway in here is the one that leads back to the kitchen area.
-- Outside the Food Storage: --
-- [K]itchen --
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Hale enters the storage room, humming a little ditty, but stops dead in her tracks when she sees the sleeping cook. She's knows his reputation, and wants more than anything she has wanted in a while for him to /stay alseep/. She examines the room- what an odd place for a map piece to be, if it is even here. Hale wonders briefly if taking the chance of waking the cook up is worth the map. Of course it is, and what's a little adventure, she reminds herself. But just where to start looking?
Alteira pads into the storage room a moment after Hale. She, of course, is also looking for the map piece. The otter groans quietly to herself when she sees the sleeping cook. She begins methodically rooting around in bags of hotroot as quietly as possible.
Hale turns upon hearing another in the room. She grins when she sees who it is. "Alteira! Ye are lookin' f'r another map piece, too, I take et?" She picks up a jar of beans and shakes it gently, wondering if the map would even fit in the container.
Alteira nods, smiling. "I am," she says, lowering her voice so as not to wake up the cook, "and I think it would probably be in a /larger/ container..."
Hale smiles sheepishly. "I thought so..." She turns to look at the cook, wondering when he's going to wake. "how long do you think he's been sleeping?" Putting the jar back, she opens a bag of flour, turning her paws white up to her wrists as she sifts through it.
Alteira shrugs. "I don't know." She digs into another bag of hotroot, then another.
"We'd best be fast then, not knowin' when he could wake." Hale returns the flour bag to its previous spot and pulls out another bag, sending up puffs of white dust as she opens it and plunges in her paws, digging around. "Wonder which bag it's in..." She muses, unhelpfully.
Alteira finishes with thr bags of hotroot, and without cleaning her paws of hotroot powder, she opens up a bag of flour and digs through the powder. Suddenly she stops- "Do you think anybeast will mind that I got hotroot in the flour?"
Hale grins wryly. "What's wrong with that? I like 'otroot. An'-" A horrid thought occurs to her. "Cook'll know we were here....hope this doesn't put us on dish duty f'r 'alf o' f'rever." She's in the flour up to her elbows. She pulls one paw out and rubs her brow, leaving white powder streaks.
Alteira shrugs indifferently. "But 'e won't know it was us. Anyway, everybeast 'ere loves 'otroot anyway, nobeats'll mind a bit more!" She digs in another flour bag.
Hale suppress a laugh. "Jus' picture his face when he sees the 'otroot mixed with th' flour." She finishes whith her bag and looks for another.
Alteira triumphantly holds up a scrap of parchment. "Got it!" Unfortunately, her voice is too loud. The cook wakes up and sees what is going on. Alteira leaps to her feet (paws?) and gets out of there fast, only looking back to check that she has the map piece.
Hale runs behind Alteira as fast as she can, leaving a little white trail. Hopefully they got out fast enough that the cook didn't see who they were.
The cook grumbles to himself as he runs after the two otters. "They're gonna pay f' messin' wi' my foodstuffs..."
