Quinten Log 104 - 30 04 2006
RW Abbey: Cavern Hole
This room is slightly smaller than Great Hall, but still of a size large enough to accomodate a great number of gathered beasts. A large fireplace is set into one of the walls, and there are a series of small tables and chairs near one end for beasts who are eating late, or simply prefer the smaller tables for their meals. Cushions and blankets have been set in one corner. A short flight of steps leads up to Great Hall, and along the walls of the stairs, going both ways, the word 'Redwall' has been carved into the stone.
Quinten is sat at a table enjoying lunch, the dining hall itself is crowded with Long Patrol hares and abbey beasts eating away, talking, laighing and having a great time
Rohen walks into Cavern Hole himself, having given up on trying to eat in Great Hall, and sits at the opposite end of the table Quinten's at, and jots something down in his journal.
Furgo walks into Cavern Hole himself, having given up on trying to eat in Great Hall, and sits at the opposite end of the table Quinten's at, and jots something down in his journal.
Quinten looks up at Furgo and nods his head "Hello there Novice Furgo nice to see you again"
Furgo says, "Nice to see you too, Quinten. And please, just call me Furgo."
Quinten smiles "Furgo it is" he pulls some parchments towards himself, and dips his quill in the inkpot next to him and carries on writing"
Gorefang appears shortly after the mouse, a paw moving to stop the door closing as his head pokes round the door to look in, head a lot lower down than would expect but then he is down on four paws as per usual, or unusual depending on whether actually know him or not, he frowns slightly at the sight of all the hares, not quite late enough to miss the rush for food it seems but way they're eating he doesn't think coming back later would be a good idea, quietly he pads his way in and over to the table to find an empty seat and plonk himself in it.
Furgo signs his name in his journal, and closes it, putting it away. "Not to be nosey, but, may I ask what you're writing?"
Quinten looks at the stoat that is walking about on all fours and frowns, pen held just above the parchment "Good day sir" he says to them politely then he looks back at Furgo "I am jsut finishing off my latest installment of my journal."
Furgo says, "Really? How interesting. I keep a journal myself."
Gorefang settles himself down and starts picking out a few things from the table to munch on, an absentminded nod going to Quinten "Afternoon"
The door from the kitchens opens and a weasel jill in an apron comes through, carrying four pitchers of water. She makes her way to a table rather gruffly and sets them down, picking up the empty ones and goes back to the kitchens, all of while looking as cheerful as a raincloud.
Quinten smiles at the stoat and holds out a paw "I'm recruit Quinten from Salamandastron" he glances back to Furgo "Oh its not a Journal really, i write it for other people to read."
Furgo says, "Oh? I keep mine as a way of keeping track of things that go on in redwall and in my life."
Quinten smiles and nods his head "Aye mines similar Furgo, i use it to keep track of things happening in the patrol"
Rohen comes down into Cavern Hole from Great Hall, rolling in his wheeled chair.
Gorefang's ears flick in the direction of the kitchen and he glances quickly to the weasel before Quinten gets his attention probably at last, there's a short pause where he looks at the hare's paw before going to shake it "Righ', the mountain place, erm, I'm Gorefang...from here I suppose"
Furgo sees Rohen, and waves at the little mouse dibbun. He then turns back to Quinten.
Quinten nods to Gorefang and smiles shaking the paw "Lovely to meet you Mister Gorefang"
Rohen wheels over towards the table where Furgo, Quinten, and Gorefang are.
Tipper wanders off into the Great Hall..
Again the weasel comes out of the kitchen, still in a hurry. This time she ccarries a bowl of salad, which she sets down on the closest table with a bang before turning on her heel and walking out again.
Gorefang takes his paw back again, small brow rising to the mouse in the wheel chair, thinks nothing of staring before he looks back to the hare "Right, you too and-" the bang from the salad bowl making him flinch somewhat and look over quickly.
Quinten eyes the salad and hooks a fork into the bowl and drags it over, hares falling on it like there is no tomorrow "He looks about againa nd smiles at Rohen "Hello there friend" he holds out a paw still munching lettuce
Rohen says, "Hewo." He wheels closer to Quinten, and shakes the paw.
Gorefang pulls himself back away from the hares as they set upon the lettuce, ears back a little and giving them an odd look.
Empty handed this time, the jill comes back out of the kitchen and looks around, hands on her hips. "Anyone need anythin' from th' kitchen?" she barks.
Furgo says, "I wouldn't mind a woodland trifle."
A whole host of hare paws go up and orders are shouted at her, for trifles and flans, salads, cheeses and crackers. )
Rohen shouts, "Wanna candied chesnuts!"
Rhowena asks for some bread and cordial.
Gorefang blinks and looks quickly around at the shouting beasts, shaking his head a little before stabbing at the food on his plate, no orders coming from him.
"Nothing else?" the jill asks, and then heads back to the kitchen, grabbing the now empty salad bowl on her way.
You say, "Nope that'll do us" he shouts out hapily and flicks his long ears, the hares are having a great time of it, all this food it is lovely]"
Furgo just watches, smiling, and takes out his journal, adding something in. Then he puts it away.
Quinten eyes Furgo "Why do you keep updating that constantly? I find it is easier to write at the end of the day."
Furgo says, "Oh, well, I update it like that when the things I want to write about are happening or have just ended so I don't forget too much of it."
Setting, Short Description, set with: With Braided Head Fur it is (Garn)
Gorefang's brow furrows slightly from watching all the eating hares, an ear tunes to Quinten again as he speaks and Gore looks over to the hare and then to Furgo, look at the journal, a brow raising at it.
Quinten nods to Furgo "Ahhhh i have quite a good mind for remember smmall details"
Furgo says, "Yes, well, I've always foudn that if I write at the end of the day parts of the tihng I'm writing about can become a bit blurred."
Quinten smiles and nods "Ahhh each to teir own, we all work diferrently" he taps his forehead "In here" he then smiles at Gorefang "So Mister Gorefang it is strange...at least to me to see a stoat living here....but then the abbey is a place of peace, i'd like to appologise now for any of us hares who get a bit rude"
The jill comes back out, carrying a tray of, well, at least some of the things that were ordered, a lot of salad, and a plate with a couple of fried fish on a slice of bread. She sets the tray down on a table and takes a step back, picking up the plate of fish for herself.
Gorefang frowns at the journal for a little while, all squiggles to him, his attention snaps back to Quinten at the sound of his name "Hmm?" he shrugs "Was passing through, found reasons to stay, they don't kick beasts out here unless they deserve it" a glance goes to one of the other hares "Hmm, sure it's not intentional, seen worse anyway"
Quinten nods his head "Yes sir but i felt someone should appologise incase anyone does say anything rash and stupid"
Furgo puts his journal away.
Gorefang dismisses the comment with the wave of a paw "Not as if anybeast's perfect, sure if any of your lot do something someone around here's probably done it already at some point"
Quinten nods to Gorefang and smiles "Ok then mister Gorefang...so wots it like living here in the abbey?"
Rohen watches everyone, sneaking a bit of salad.
Holding the plate of fish in one hand, the jill picks one up with her other hand and starts ripping into it with her teeth, rather messily.
Quinten leans over and snags some more salad, mainly an entire carrot and starts to crunch his way through it
Gorefang scratches an ear in between mouthfuls "Should probably ask someone who's been here longer or actually has something to do with the place, I just seem to lounge about places, hmm, suppose it's alright though, can say if someone walks in looking unhappy best to run as fast as you can or you'll get a nice long life story out of them"
Rhowena munches her bread and sips at her drink.
Quinten nods his head "Ok Mister Gorefang" he looks towards Furgo "Furgo i should ask you, wots it like being a Novice?"
Furgo says, "Well, you get woken up early in the morning, and you have a quick breakfast, after which you are whisked off to class. Occasionaly you get free time as a novice, but not usually. Then, when you're done with classes, you have chores to do, and after dinner you have free choice. And on the weekends you only have chores to deal with."
Quinten nods "How early? I mean i'm up at 5 each morning anyway so i'm used to them and sounds like a normal day of recruit training to me," he smiles and lays his ears back "Of course will be having to deal with both"
Furgo says, "Well...First Level Novices are woken up by Second Level novices at 6:00, and Second Level Novices, like me, wake up at 5:30. So, expect to have some rude awakenings when you officialy enter the Novice System for this Exchnage thing."
Quinten looks at Furgo "Oh...well as i said i'm up at 5 anyway each morning so they'll be no need to wake us Recruits really we'll likely be up and ready"
Having finished the first fish, the weasel digs into the second one, biting through flesh and bone alike, biting it in half.
Gorefang shakes his head at all the early times, far too early for him, well unless he's outside and it starts raining.
Furgo says, "Well, before I came to Redwall and entered the Order, mmy father used to wake me up at 5 as well, but when I got here, I had to be woken up. The beds here are more comfortable than most of the beds you'll find."
Quinten shrugs "Didn't notice any difference between the bunks back home and here really, was up at 5, its been drilled into the way my mind works Furgo, your never late out of bed at the patrol."
Furgo shrugs. "Well, if you're up at 5, you'll find that you're going to have more free time than you know what to do with."
Quinten shakes his head "Oh Furgo trust me, i never waste spare time"
A small fox kit head appears around the corner and looks around with her big eyes, she came with the patrol. She is overly shy but has gotten better about it. Slowly she crawls and sits looking around looking shy and afraid.
Furgo sees Maxine, and waves.
A mouse in an apron comes out of the kitchen to collect empty plates and other dishes. Spotting the weasel she calls out, "Shalina? Bit of help?" but only gets an angry snarl in return from the jill. She shrugs, and keeps up the work.
Quinten waves to maxine and smiles "Hello miss Maxine, nice to see you"
Gorefang glances to Shalina as she snarls, he smirks lightly, finally someone who doesn't look to be about to natter on about work.
Shalina notices Gorefang looking, and holds out the plate of fried fish to him. "Wan' 'ne?" she asks, mouth full of fish.
Furgo says, "Speaking of the life of a Novice, I must get back to it, or I'll be late for class." He gets up, and walks off.
Maxine ear flicks looking around the room as she sits quietly looking around still not able to talk yet. She comes up behind Rhowena and sits looking around moving to her side eventually. She yips softly at Quinten as if to say hi.
Gorefang looks to the fish and smiles a little "Not green and didn't come out of a pile of dirt, how can I refuse?" going to stab his fork into the fish and pull a few pieces onto his plate.
Quinten smiles and nods to Furgo and stands up "Aye and i need to get off and speak to the Major so if you'll excuse me " he waves to you all and heads out
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