Bad Hare Day

• Location: The Thorn And Shadow (Collinsel)

• Participants: Trace, Dangeon, Darkmane, Amos, Doutric, Frigg, Hactor, Rinzo

(Sometimes Club)

"This. Is. Quite. Ridiculous." Trace has been.. pacing. Most of the day. Most of the night before. She hasn't really stopped pacing since everything went to he-... well, since they heard about Stubb's dilemma and Angus got thrown into a cell. The ratmaid's hair actually looks frazzled, her clothing wrinkled somewhat and completely uncharacteristic for the rat. "I can't imagine we can do /nothing/ at this point.." she states to no one in particular, probably just talking to herself as she continues her little line against one of the side walls of the tavern. Trace is likely one of the only people here /not/ drunk, as it'll impair her thought process. The thought process that has come up with /nothing/ productive at this point other than starting a fight they likely can't finish.

'Fights we can't finish'- Ask Dangeon and she'll say she thought that was the little group motto. She is.. lounging. Upside down for no discernable reason; her legs resting up against the wall as she lays on the floor. A clay flask of... something rests just beside her. "We'll do somethin'. Jus'... I don't know that we ever usually have a bloomin' plan, y'know? Things go all wibbly-wobbly," Accompanying flamboyant paw gestures -almost- spill her drink "And they all work out f'r a bit. Until times like this."

Darkmane sits against the wall by dangeons side simply watching her as he sips on his drink calmly "Exactly what plan do we need when that officer said they would release him tomorrow?" his gaze lifting to study the rest "tho if that was a lie i'll be looking for a sledgehammer and personally make sure that the prison won't stand a single hour longer come morning"

Dangeon exclaims, "See! We.. we don' needa plan." The hare grins "Got's a horse."

Amos doesn't seem to be similarly anxious, indeed he seems transfixed by the female pair of mice that is entertaining in the corner or starting their routine at least, "Would ya quit with the pacing, and there ain't anything we can do so ya might as well sit down and relax ratty dear!" He sushes her, "Now quiet, am trying to watch the show!" His paw grabbing the handle of his mug and he drinks down whatever poison he's drinking and laughs at the entertainment and half claps as they finish up their act and depart.

Doutric snores groggily on the floor. A rather large bottle sits beside him. Smells sort of like potatoes and alchohol... A bit of it has poured onto the floor and leaked into his fur thus adding to his already disheveled appearance. It seems he has been sleeping long enough to grow a scruffy beard. His smell is masked once again by the smells that permeate the air of the tavern.

Frigg is wandering into the tavern; what can she do but cling to those very few she knows? She's hesitant, but makes her way slowly, between the ruckus of some flying glass and the shouting at the stage act, toward Dangeon. "Oh, dear-- no, I'm much too old for that I thi.. oh, excuse me-- why! How rude! Please le..let me... excuse me..." She squeezes past the last few souls and looks down at the hare. "Um. H..Hello again, ms. hare."

"Yes, yes. Perhaps we shouldn't forumlate a plan after all. Though that will just lead to chaos." Trace is continuing to talk and pace, taking in some of Dangeon's words and probably distorting them in her brain as she continues to .. well, to just go into Trace-mode. Things are not running smoothly. Thus, Trace is in a tizzy. Her eyes pass briefly over the horse, as she offers up a little scoff. "Oh, and I suppose you believe them? I happen to have no faith in the petty guard of this town. Though, perhaps, yes. If we hold them to their word-.." It's Amos' words that stop the rat in her tracks, spinning around to set an indignant stare upon him with an insulted little gasp. "Pacing? I am most assuredly /not/ pacing." Says the rat, as she goes back to pacing. "And then there's the matter of Stubb. Goodness, what a conundrum."

"Ya do look kind o' pacey..." Dangeon mutters toward Trace after chuckling at Darkmane happily. Sledgehammer horse sounds fun. And then there's a Frigg. She peers blearily up toward the mouse, then grins like seeing an old friend. She's a bit drunk... and upside down. ".. It's you! 'Ello you..."

"Yes, me... well, I didn't know who else to go to... and I see that you are without Stubb and Angus, whose child I feared might attack me again.. so I presumed I... well, I might be able to make some intercession for my son, once more." She looks around, to be sure that nothing is flying or coming at her, and turns back, "I was hoping I could... well, I can offer a price if any of you would but be hired for his rescue."

Darkmane gives a slight shrug as he surveys the tavern "i have no reason NOT to trust em yet, and i tend to give most beasts the benefit of the doubt until they insult or harm myself or somebody i care for" His knuckles cracking slightly "It gives me a chance to learn more of others which i enjoy"

Doutric rolls over and squashes his nose into the floor,"Ow... Wait... Where am I? Oh wow. I've been napping awhile.". He pushes himself up slowly and grabs the bottle beside him. He peers into it's depths for several minutes before throwing it off in disgust. He peers around looking for someone to blame, but before he can he finds another bottle and begins to drink out of it with a few hardy gulps.

Hactor sudennly limps into the room, looking very tired and very beaten. He has a fresh cut on his upper lip, and a bruse forming on the side of his head. Though he would never admit it, late after everyone had gone back into the tavern, he had snuck to the prison and attempted to 'negotiate' Angus' release. Needless to say it did not go well for the old todd, who had severly underestimated the younger fox. So, to bitter to sleep, the former warlord stayed up, keeping watch for possible assasins that might try to harm the group.

"Uh huh, if ya say so ya screwy rat, " Amos mutters, not seeming to concerned either way. Grabbing his drink as he eyes Frigg critically, blinks. There is that smelly rabbit again, and Hactor! "Yo Hactor, ya look like death!"

"As I said, I am /not/ pacing," Trace states in a huff, as she heads back the other way with arms folded tightly about her chest. "And, perhaps if I was the size of a horse and could crush someone with a pawstep, then I would be more trusting." This bit it shot toward Darkmane, still in her huffy, uppity attitude. She's a grumpy rat, and she's kind of lost in her own world and ignoring most of the random going-ons in place of her babbling and pacing. Though it's as she turns around again and catches sight of the rather beat-up Hactor that the rat flings both arms in the air with an exasperated, "Oh, please don't tell me you, too, have run into trouble?! We shall never leave this town at this rate!"

The hare blinks up at Frigg. Apparently she's drunk enough that she's now confused. "Y've a son? Congratulations! Have a.. HEY! Where'd m' drink go?" Her paw grasps at empty air and she eyes the other lapine critically. Did he always have that drink? Wait.. what did her drink look like again? "Maney... d'ya r'member if I finished m' drink?"

Darkmane grins wryly "it vanished into thin air since a certain somebody else decided it looked tasty" his eyes looking over toward Doutric "so no you didn't finish your drink, he did"

The bottle thoroughly emptied Doutric turns his attention to those around him. He notices that the hare is complaining about a missing bottle and begins to slink into a corner stealthily.

Hactor gives a nodd to Amos but narrows his good eye at Trace. He grumbles something nasty under his breath, before slumping into a chair and lazily scratching his stubb as if she hadn't even spoken a word.

"Eh, rabbit stole ya drink eh. It happens!" Sipping his own drink, Amos eyeing the fox until he turns back to watch how Dangeon will react.

Frigg sits down at the table right by the wall the hare is lounging against, and puts her chin in her paws, taking a loud and long sigh of frustration. "Am I cursed to always have poor timing, or am I just speaking to the wrong beasts? If the former is true, I'll never know if the latter is, I suppose." She orders a drink and looks down at Dangeon, "I do, yes. The one I was looking for? All the time you've known me? Dear me, that isn't a very clean place to be, Dangeon, you should have a seat here.." She pulls out a chair, looking concerned.

Trace narrows her gaze back at Hactor, and she's seconds away from doing the 'I'm watching you' gesture, before she just turns around and begins pacing the other way again. Pace pace. And then finally, as if getting frustrated by her own pacing, Trace turns around and looks at the otherwise distracted group to state, "So we're just sitting here, then? That's what we're doing??" A loud huff sounds, as she looks back and forth between the group. And then starts pacing again. She'll be doing this all night.

Dangeon narrows her eyes. "...Rabbit." And tries to get up... by flipping herself in a clumsy backwards somersault. She spends some time awkwardly trying to work out why she hasn't achieved the goal of standing up yet, before she finally, with aid from the chair offered by Frigg, teeters upright. "Thank you." She gives a drunken, sinister little grin to the mouse and begins to haphazardly make her way toward Doutric. Wobbling and stumbling all the way... And dragging the chair with her.

Darkmane furrows his brows slightly and decides to be somewhat kind to Doutric as he sighs lowly and digs out a bottle of whiskey from his sack and speaking just loud enough for Dangeon to hear while watching it "Guess I'll have to empty this bottle o' whiskey alone since there isn't anybody here to drink it with anylonger"

Hactor pipes up to Trace, "Well what ells are we sapose ta bloody do eh? The way I see it we can't go anywhere untill we get Angus back and find Stubb." He continues to watch her, and becoming more aggitated by Dangeon's drunken assault on the rabbit yells, "And would ya stop bloody pacing all over the damn place!"

Doutric teeters back and forth while he tries to simply situp. After failing multiple times he falls flat on the floor.

Frigg looks on in some confusion, as she has little idea where the drunken haremaid is going off to, "Dearie, come back, you really shouldn't be stumbling off in your cond... oh!" She senses there will be an impending confrontation and rises halfway out of her seat, tries to get the attention of Amos, maybe, or Darkmane - anybody! "Oh, she's! Look, somebeast!" She's sitting on one leg, paws draped over the back of her chair, as one set of nails come up to be nervously bitten.

Amos turns to watch Dangeon, "Aye, she gonna give that rabbit a peace of her mind!" The wildcat chuckles, not seeming too concerned about stopping her even as Darkmane tries to intice her away.

"Well, I don't /know/ what we're supposed to bloody do! If I knew that, then perhaps I wouldn't be pacing so much!" Trace nearly shouts this back at the fox, turning around and pointing a finger at him in a rare lack of composure. It's not so much of a shout as a heated discussion, and she turns around to continue pacing again as she had just mentioned she was doing, before adding back over her shoulder, "And I am /not/ pacing!"

Dangeon has kept her sinister little smile as she drunkenly weaves toward Doutric. It doesn't dim any as he falls down. That just makes him more reachable as far as she's concerned. Hrm. The hare is tempted to just go back and drink... but, the rabbit! Stealing! "...M hit th'smelly one with'a chair an' then'll c'me back t' share th-that, Maney..."

Doutric confuses the floor with soil and pulls out a small gardening trowel and tries to dig. Always the farmer he begins to get mad at it and chip away with a furiosity. He will plant those seeds... He has no idea that the hare is stalking up on him and actually has little idea that there is anyone else in the room at this point in the time.

Darkmane takes a gulp from the bottle as he chuckles softly "do you think you can do it before i have drained the bottle sunshine?" his voice somewhat amused since he does have a small collection he hasn't mentioned to her yet "besides, where is the fun in hitting somebody who won't remember who or what hit him with the chair, much better to wait til he is more sober yes?

Hactor just grumbles even more under his breath, not finding any of this amusing. For all they know Stubb could be dead, or worse.../they/ could be dead!

Despite the anxious pacing rat, and brooding Hactor along with the unknown fates of his friends the wildcat can appreciate the scene between the hare and rabbit. Laughing almost off his seat, "Oh ya two lighten up, watch the entertainment!" To Hactor and Trace, "Get him good Dangy!"

Trace should probably just go pace outside. She's getting kind of sick of everyone in here. Though maybe that's what the alcohol is for. If Trace was drinking alcohol, she'd probably be able to deal with this chaos quite a bit more than she is right now. Though the ratmaid looks back at Amos' words, glowering and then finally, /finally/ slumping down into a chair in the table near Hactor. The ratmaid crooks one knee over the other, folding her arms across her chest and staring at the table as if she might burn a hole into it. "Suffice it to say, I am not pleased with the most recent turn of events." Her sitting lasts another two seconds, before she twitches and starts to get back to her feet again. Can't sit still.

Dangeon frowns. Maybe the horse has a point. Will /she/ even remember this whole chair thing? Then she forgets she was thinking about it and aims the chair clumsily at the rabbit. "Be.. jus' a.. moment! Dun drink 't all!"

Frigg has gotten her drink, but she ignores it on the table as she looks on in fear for the safety of all involved! The drink is promptly stolen by a cheeky little otter, whose eyes are lost in a tremendous grin as he slowly reaches for the mug and slowly draws it back from the table. "Oh, no... don't throw it at him, oh dear, what have I gone and done now!"

In a final last ditch effort to dig a hole Doutric swings the trowel in his paw all the way up in the air. When he feels it and his paw meet a solid object he turns to look.

Darkmane having opened his mouth to give an last enticement lets out a slight growl as he sees dangeon being struck by something and pushes himself to his feet in a fluid motion before heading directly over toward the two looking less then pleased to put it mildly

Hactor lookes as Darkmane advances apon the two, his ears nervously going back.

And thus the weirdest sport of all was born. Chair/trowel combat. Dangeon was going to let go of the chair, as Frigg feared. But now there's a trowel in her leg... "Oh you little.." The hare drops the chair and begins trying to draw her sword. While hopping and stumbling back and simultaneously trying to put her paw to the wound. None of these actions are going too well.

Okay. So maybe that's more interesting than Trace's random stressing. No one can miss the clobbering sound as the chair hits Dangeon.. or the way Darkmane goes into attack mode. "Maybe it's time I find a drink," Trace remarks, eyes widened as she waits for absolute slaughter.

Doutric pulls a small flask out of his pocket and tosses it to the hare,"Pour that on it and pull.". He seems to have sobered up for some reason.

Dangeon has meanwhile fallen over. She seems extremely pleased to see the horse though, letting out a cheer.. because she notices the flask.

Dangeon reaches for and sniffs at it. It might be drinkable, after all.

Amos falls off his seat laughing, only to drag himself back into it and grab his drink as he drinks it all in a hurry. Turning to watch the others and shaking his head as he replies to Trace, "Yes ya think, a drink is in order ratty, and I think I'll have another myself!" He puts down coin for more, "Oh, the horse is out to get ya rabbit!" Seeming amused by the whole scene if somewhat tipsy himself, hiccup.

Rinzo has arrived.

Rinzo is in a corner.

Darkmane studies dangeon now that he is close to them and notes her wound isn't as bad as it looked originally and some of his rage escapes him and he hands his own bottle to her before turning his attention to the rabbit and grabbing him around the neck as he lifts him into the air "Give me a simple reason why i shouldn't simply snap your neck like a twig for what you did" his voice ice cold as he turns his gaze toward the entrance door calculating

Doutric points into a corner...

Hactor stands nervously, saying, "Now now Darkmane. Don't be harsh. After all, it's just a drunk." He nervously looks from the horse to the rabbit and back.

Rinzo rises slowly and eyes his friend getting picked up.

"That's what you get for trusting people," Trace offers up to Darkmane, raising a paw to call the bartender over for a drink. Okay. She's giving in. There's nothing in the flipping world to do at this point besides get drunk. As uncouth as that may be. "Oh, I've fallen so far," she grumbles aloud as she digs out a coinpurse.

Oh no. And now the horse is getting involved, and somebody is likely to be murdered tonight. Frigg finds herself relieved that at least it won't be the maid, and mentally slaps her wrist for it. "Oh, my drin--" She turns around. Huh. "Seems to be a theme tonight... wonder, if I gave her another chair..." The mousemaid chuckles to herself.

Dangeon has a flask and a bottle. Rats to the wound, she's happy enough. A trickle of blood has run from her leg onto the floor but then, with everything else on floor, it's not going to be a noticeable stain. Her leg probably hurts but an alcoholic and horse-pleased dazed seems to keep the pain somewhat from her mind. "Yah.. y' break the drink out of him!" She encourages.

Darkmane sighs deeply and shakes his head as he notes the squirrel and hears Hactors words at the same time "Baah, very well" the rabbit lifted slightly before he tosses the offender over toward the now arisen squirrel "catch yer friend and get him outa here would ya, if he keeps messing about he is liable to get badly hurt"

Rinzo scrambles our of the corner quickly and leaps through the air drawing his blade in one nice sweep. "He is not my friend!~".

Amos seems pleased that Trace is finally joining in, raising his mug at her before more slowly sipping his drink as he watches, "Aww, that's it, ya okay Dangy?!" The wildcat seems almost disappointed that things have seemed to have come to an end, "Flying bunny!"

The fox calms a bit, but then notices the squirrel's blade. Instinctivly his paw goes to his own, but he doesn't draw it yet.

Trace isn't really drinking yet. She just bought a drink. Right now, she's just kind of twirling the drink around in the glass as the bartender brings her a glass of brandy. And then she raises the mug toward Amos with a grunted, "Lowering my standards appears to have become the norm." And she's just about to take a drink when psycho!squirrel suddenly jumps into the fray. And now there's metal drawn and the ratmaid tips her head back, downing almost the whole glass in a quick gulp. And then she turns around, pointing a finger at the squirrel with a sharp, "Put that /away/ before you hurt someone! Must I mind everyone in this bar??"

In his flight Rinzo falls to the floor plummeting from the weight of his greatsword.

Doutric gets up and collects his friend.

Darkmane raises a brow as the squirrel dodges the rabbit and draws his blade, his own blade drawn and pointed directly toward the squirrel "I would advice that you listen to the nice lady, i don't think you want to end up in jail for assauling somebody now do ya?"

"Woo!" Goes the haremaid as Trace says 'bar'. And then there are squirrels and swords and all manner of wonderful things flying through the air and milling around. "'S a fun night." The drunken doe declares happily, between swigs of Darkmane's bottle.

Doutric leaves with: Rinzo

Doutric has arrived

Doutric wanders back in without his squirrel companion. "What are you insane?! Somebody gets wounded and you sir go to throwing beast around like bags of grain! I for one think you should think things through before you make a decision! Maybe a chap is a bit drunk? Maybe he has no idea of his actual surroundings? Did you think of any of that before throwing me at that blasted squirrel?!". Doutric is in a right huff and puff now. His often clouded mind cleared his grammar improves and so does the temper he used to have when he yelled at crops for dieing.

Amos comments, "Now ya becoming one of us proper!" Turning his attention once again to the rabbit curiously, "Yeah, quiet fun Dangy!" He chuckles.

Frigg gets another drink from a sympathetic barmaid, but Frigg still pays and offers her thanks. She takes a sip and, for the first time notices Hactor. "Hm, thought the fox got him, but why the heck not." Why shouldn't they all be together in the same place? "Every odd against my being here, but look at me... supplying the doe with deadly wooden implements of war! Wooo!!!"

Hactor cocks an eyebrow at Frigg's statement. He sighs rolling his good eye and pulling a pipe out, placing it on the table. He then begins to suff it with tobacco, (an awkward business when you have one arm) and light it. He puffs deeply, desiding to keep quite during this strange and chaotic night.

Darkmane snorts "Just be happy she wasn't badly hurt or you wouldn't have been able to yell currently" his head shaking slightly "and ya can't have been that bloody drunk considering how quickly ya sobered up" his sword being sheated again "so count yer blessings while ya still can yes?"

Doutric points his finger angrily,"Listen here you big toughy. I understand your need to protect the lass, but you sure as heck have no right to go attackin' a bloke for her! If you want to fight go beat on a tree and then carry yourself to the Dark Gates!~"

The hare waves an arm. "Y' stabbed me!" She's probably forgotten why already. Something about a chair. The waving unbalances her and she finds herself laying on her back, watching the ceiling. Hello cobwebs! The doe makes no attempt to right herself.

Amos lays his head down on the bar, still watching the hare with a grin on his face before he passes out.

Darkmane snorts "I have every right to protect and punish any who would hurt her or worse" his gaze turning to dangeon as she falls then walks over to pick her up gently and cradles her as he looks back at the rabbit "I don't think you are in any position to claim what i can't or can do on her behalf in any case"

Trace settles back down in her chair, looking at the empty glass of brandy and letting out a heavy sigh of distaste. It didn't help, really. And now she's just thirsty and grumpy.

Doutric laughs maniacally,"And you think your in a position to be attacking a drunken confused bloke? I can sober up on a snap. I've been drinking a lot longer than most, but if putting up with big toughy sorts who feel they should protect someone who I see now was about to try and knock me out I will darn sure stop drinking. I will also think about no longer coming here. Comradery doesn't seem to be something on the menu.~"

"Menu..." Mumbles a sleepy hare from the horse's embrace "... 'mm hungry."

Hactor continues puffing, and angry cloud of smoke forming around him. Finally fed up with all the loud noise he growls, "Everyone jast shut up and sit down!" He puffs a few more time before calmly adding, "I'm thinking."

"Oh, sure. And when I try to think, all people do is quarrel about it," Trace remarks, idly.

Darkmane lowers his head to nuzzle the hare affectionatly "sleep first then food sunshine" his gaze lifting to the rabbit again "Lets see, now exactly why should i feel comradery toward somebody who first steals from dangeon here then hurts her?"

Doutric whispers quietly to the horse,"Your standing on a nice reason." He gestures to the creaking floor where earlier he had earlier been trying to dig a hole. He had cracked it enough that it could not hold much.

"...'kay" It really doesn't take much to convince Dangeon to pass out and start sleeping with the position she's in. The wound on her leg will probably ache when she wakes up. But for now, she's drifting off. Ears twitching still for the moment as horse and rabbit talk over her.

Hactor can see his words have not quelled the chatter, so he continues his brooding. His paranoia is peaked as well, as everybeast in the tavern falls under his suspicious gaze.

Darkmane simply waves the rabbit off "your bothering me, your bothering dangeon here, you are bothering Hactor and who knows who else, would you do us all the favor to leave us in peace for now, if you still have something to argue come next evening we will deal with it then...acceptable?"

Frigg shakes her head sternly, "These children... so hot-headed and ready to kill over a stolen drink. I really thought they'd been through enough to know better by now. They only have each other, they aren't greedy kings or mentally-insane foxes. Well..." She looks over at Hactor, and back, coughing. When she turns back, though, there's the otter, toothily smiling and nodding. "Aye, marm, but I's sure 'lot older'n I look - how 'bout it? Y'r quite a gud lookin' filly fer'n yer age, yeah?" She slaps him without hesitation. "Indeed, I am!"

Doutric snorts,"Perhaps I should find a better drinking place. Where comradery shines throughout! Instead of random beasts attacking me for a simply bloomin' accident. I bet you never even realized it was an accident didja? I can tell you that any beast with a lick of honour shinin' in their body would think before throwing another beast across a bloomin' room. I want you to know that it's chaps like you who ran me and my now dead family from our lands. People like you who got my family killed!~"

Dangeon is... asleep. She mutters something that sounds vaguely nautical, though is barely properly formed before it's gone. And then wriggles slightly, comfortable on Darkmane until time to wake or she's deposited elsewhere.

Darkmane hearing one of the planks starting to creak dangerously takes few steps to the side and forward before it breaks "If you ask most in here you would likely hear that i tried to entice dangeon away from smacking ya with the chair after you stole her bottle, and i don't really care if ya were drunk or not at the time, nobody hurts my sunshine and gets away with it without atleast a minor lesson, yours were a simple flight rather then anything worse"

Doutric laughs heartily,"And you never thought like a civilized beast that maybe just picking me up and shaking me sober then talking to me would have worked?~"

The otter tumbles back, still smiling, into the arms of his comrades, who poke fun at him, "Aaaay mate, d'n'cha know 'oo yer messin' wi'? She's only in'rested in 'andsome ones" "Hey, filly! This'ns got more brains' 'an it looks, really, but 'is mama put 'em in his bottom fer a cushion!" The otter punches the offenders in the arms and they all throw coins and depart. Frigg follows them only with an icy glare, before they are out of sight.

Hactor continues to puff, only barlley noticing wats going on around him. He does howerver give a slight chuckle at Frigg's situation.

Darkmane shrugs "As I said, you needed a minor punishment for your theft and harming" a brow raising slightly "If you want tho i'll make sure to leave ya alone and simply call the city guard the next time ya act the same"

Doutric scrutinizes the horse with his arms crossed,"Words are the weapon of civilized and honourable folk until things get far out of hand. Accidently cutting a lass is not far."

Doutric huffs out the door.