Long Patrol - Just a Bit of Fun, Dont'cha Know?
Well, its a beautiful day on the western shores. But its not really the western shores to the hares, is it? I mean, they're west, but its all relative. To them, they're just the shores. The day has been fairly long for Roscuro, having just been promoted a few days ago, and fitted for a new uniform. Sebastian, since taking over, has requisitioned more military like outfits, lighter weight, and more formal than the old pocket laden tunics. And Rosc is among the first few to get the finalized versions from Halyard. Having just gotten back from there, he makes his way up to the recreational room, jacket left semi undone for the moment, glancing around. He heads to the little bar area, getting a mug of ale before turning to survey if any of his friends are up here yet.
Off toward the side of the room, in one of the lovely armchairs is a rather older looking Hare. Not much older then the hares already here, but age is in the eye of the beholder. And Tailen is beholden a lot. The southern hare is slumped in the chair, pointed toward a dying fire. He seems to be in deep deep concentration. Like he is pondering life's mysteries... Right before his head lolls to the side and he lets out a rather loud snore. Causing his whiskers to rattle on his face. Like he does most of the time, he is not wearing a uni. So its hard to tell what rank, if any, he has. Maybe some promoted hare should go over and sock him a new one.
The Rec room is actually mostly empty at the present. There are a few younger Patrollers sitting around at one table, conversing in friendly tones with drinks in paw, and another table is occupied by two sergeants, discussing the foolishness of the recruits, because honestly, that's just the type of thing sergeants talk about. There's only one hare standing at the bar, a lieutenant, going by the rank on his uniform. Atlanton is one of the only other ones to have been fitted to the new uniforms, and he looks quite suited to it, the black cloth neat and unwrinkled. He leans on the bartop, a drink cluched in his left paw. He nods breifly to Roscuro as he enters, and gives the slumbering Tailen a sidelong glance, although he doesn't look like he's going to do much else about things, at least for now.
Garth walks in and yawns, he has over sleep a little but its rare when he does, he nods to a few hares in the room and then goes to sit down in a chair near the doorway.
Roscuro's eyes settle on the group of sergeants at one of the larger tables. He can't help but chuckle a little bit at the gossip his long ears can pick up. He glances towards Tailen though, watching him for a few moments, hmming. The lack of a proper uniform. He sips at his ale, considering a few things. Off duty...its not his job to go around doing that sort of thing right yet. He glances to Atlanton, smirking a bit, figuring he'd let him go ahead and go over if he wished. "G'day." he greets the other LT who he is closest to. He spots Garth, and just nods towards him a greeting.
Tailen snorts loudly, which wakes him up suddenly. He blinks toward the fire as he quickly looks around. A-good. He is not missing his shirt. So all is well in the world. He smacks his chops as he sits up and stretches his arms, scratching his green tunic with a lazy yawn. It takes a moment for the hare to realize. That they are other beasts here now. Uh oh. He uses his good eye to scan the room. And oh snap. There are officers here. A few of them... Tailen taps his paws against his leg as he tries to look inconspicuous.
At the mention of the new uniform Roscuro hums a little bit, glancing down at his sleeves for a moment. "Bit of bally alright, I say." he nods. "Sleeves are a bit long on mine, but I've been told they'll ride up with wear, wot." he laughs a little bit. He grins a little bit from over the brim of his mug as he goes to take a long drink from it, glancing towards Tailen next, tilting his head. The older hare's awake now, which surprises him a bit. "Have a jolly nap?" he asks, calling out, too lazy to go over.
Tailen wonders if he has the ability to sneak out. Probably not, but he still keeps it in the back of his mind as he ponders. He then hears Roscuro and then he gulps. Turning his head toward the lieutenants and looks at them. His left eye moves from a left position, to looking toward the right. Like he is cross eyed. Its at the point in his life that the hare just shrugs and gets up smiling, "Oh it was quite lovely sah. Just the sort of kip i needed since i got back yesterday sah" he gives one more stretch before he heads to the bar. He gives the pair a proper salute, before leaning on the counter. This is not the first time he has been out of uniform. And it wont be the last. One of the many reason he has been stuck at this rank for ages.
Atlanton tugs at the cuff of his own uniform as Roscuro makes his comment, and is about to make a response when the other officer calls out Tailen. As the trooper comes up to the bar and salutes, Atlanton returns the gesture in acknowledgement. "And where were ya yesterday?" he asks Tailen as he mentions the much-needed rest. Otherwise he doesn't have much to say. He's going to allow Roscuro to question him further, if he deems it necessary.
"Oh, private?" Roscuro asks, smirking a little bit. "And what exactly was it that kept you up so late last night, wot? Wild parties? Long moonlight walks on the beach? Hah! The bally idea of it all" he shakes his head a little bit, thinking as he questions. "Propah officers need sleep, don'tcha know! To function propah like." he explains as best as he can, tipping back his ale casually to his mouth, taking a chug.
Tailen looks around before helping himself to a mug of... Water? Yup. The old foggie prefers his drink to be plan and boring. He then digs around and roots out... A salt shaker? Now that is really odd. He shakes some into his paw before throwing a pinch into his mouth, then taking quite a large gulp of water. He clears his throat before looking back at the others. Like what he just did wasn't odd in any way, "Sorry to burst your bubble sahs. I had to make the round to Redwall yesterday, wot. Its a bally long stroll to make in a single day sahs!" he chuckles. Tailen the old Runner Hare, "If only a chap such as me can take a lovely moonlit stroll!" he then gives Roscuro an odd look. His left eyebrow raising as he left eye decides to look at what's going on, on the ceiling. Proper Officer?
Atlanton quirks a brow at the runner's strange choice of refreshment. "You belive 'im?" he asks Roscuro, truning to face the other lieutenant. He calmly sips at his drink, the fingers of his other paw tapping on his leg softly.
The buck smirks a bit, shaking his head slowly. "What? Bally fast!" Roscuro says before finishing off his mug, placing it on the counter behind him. He blinks a little bit when the other hare does that salt thing, making him blink and shudder a bit. Anyway. "How bout you popround to the jolly abbey, bring me back a nice pasty or sommat, wot? Bit peckish, hah"
Tailen chuckles inwardly at his little joke. Though. Its soon obvious that the other hares are taking the ball and running with it. He rolls his free paw on the counter nervously, "Well... Er.. I would love too sah. But you see... there is... And then there is... Uh. Wot..." he just stares blankly before he chuckles, "Alright you got me sah. No beast can make the journey THAT FAST, wot." he laughs a little bit before taking a little more salt and placing it in his mouth, "Just having a bit of a laugh sah. If you pardon it, of course." he then drinks the rest of his water.
Atlanton gives the runner a slight grin, before glancing over at Roscuro. He's obviously going a little paws-off, letting the new officer learn how to deal with the men. "Wot d'you say? Do ya pardon it?" he finishes his drink and sets the empty glass on the table. He straightens up and brushes off the cuff of his uniform. "Twas jus' a bit of fun. But then again, we're not here for fun, are we?
Roscuro can only help but grin like an idiot, the hare still on a high from his recent promition. Being quite happy of course, he's up for the fun. "Aye, bit of a laugh, wot...nothing wrong with a bit of bally fun!" he shakes his head a bit and settles himself down on a barstool behind him.
Tailen gulps a little bit. He knows he dun goofed. But the hare honestly doesn't care. If they put him on kitchen duty. More fun for him. If they lock him up, it wouldn't be the first time. Well have to remember to sneak a book this time though. Rather boring last time. Though. Now that he thinks about it. He is off duty anyway. He got to Redwall in reasonable enough time, delivered a heck of a lot of letters. And then made it back. Earlier then expected. So. He is really glad that the new officer let him off this time, "Ah. Thank ye Sah." he grins and then nods, "Yessah i will remember to put my uni back on when i return, wot. Just slipped my mind... I needed a kip sah." he chuckles lightly before going for a bit more water. Need to refuel!
"Just keep out of trouble, eh?" are Atlanton's instructions to the runner. He turns and looks at Roscuro, commenting in a lowered tone, "Well, I'd say ya handled that pretty well, all things considahed." He rubs at the sleeve of his jacket again. "Jus' keep that up, an' ye'll be the men's favorite officah." he grins slightly."
The LT blinks a little bit and laughs quietly when Atlanton compliments him like that. "Hah, jolly good, wot. Be nice to be appreciated and...things" he grins, only to watch Tailen get another drink of water, thinking for a moment, only to lean off to the side, whispering back to the other hare of same rank. "Y'know, I think this one's a bit off the deep end, wot?"
Atlanton raises his brows sarcastically, "Really? Wotever gave ya that idea?" he chuckles dryly. "I think we're all a little blinking crazy, ta be doin' this typa thing, eh?" he looks around, "I mean, look at us all. Any 'a us that stay aroun' fer longer than a few weeks get a'selves all cut up an' maimed. An' fer wot? An ideal of peace? Hah." Atlanton is probably getting a little too philosophical, to be honest. "Erm, eh, sorry 'bout that. Got a little rant-y, didn't I?"
Rosc just shrugs his shoulders a bit. "I don't mind that!" he nods. "Everyone's gotta rant once in a while don'tcha know." he smiles before slowly, he stands once more, glancing around for a second. "I must be off! Bally work to do and all that." he says, cracking off a mock, off-duty, salute as he heads out.
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