Stupid ankle ruining her stupid life. (Long Patrol log)
Salamandastron: Recreation Room
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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to
relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or
a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a
lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with
some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the
worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be
easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of
reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths
on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the
bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the
middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with
8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is
littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs, each pair with a small
table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room
and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.
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Hares: Taye, male. Felicity and Julia, females. Corbeau, female.
Another day finds Taye once again in the recreation room, stretched out in an armchair with his splinted leg up on a footrest. His shoulder's in a sling, but no longer immobilized with bandages. So, progress! He's got a pile of parchment next to him, and he's doing what all injured officers do - catch up on paperwork!
Ah, yes, the Rec Room! Perfect for a Dibbun to hide in. An auburn furred leveret darts in, brown bunny doll clutched in her paws. She chuckles in a naughty manner and darts behind the Major's chair just as an auburn furred doe dashes into the room. Why, it's Felicity! "Julia! Stop this nonsense at once and come here, please!" She goes to stomp across the room when she suddenly stumbles and gives a little involuntary cry. Plopping onto the floor, she holds her right ankle and growls, "JULIA ROSINBLOOM! Come here at once!!!" The Dibbun peeks around the Major's chair, her green eyes wide.
Taye's ears flicker slightly back at the appearance of a small gremlin behind his chair. Kill it with fire! Wait. No, no. That's not right. Taye cranes his head 'round to try to get a look at the kid, and then back around as - presumably - the parent speaks up. Ah! Felicity. He smiles wryly and sinks back - just in time for the fall. Ah, man. With a concerned grunt, he sits forward, shifting his bung leg off the foot stool and crutching himself upright. He limps slooowly over, and extends a paw down to the doe. "Easy, Private. Don't let 'em see the whites o' yer eyes." Leverets, presumably.
Felicity looks up, then seems to shrink a little. "Aye, Sah, of course." she looks at his splinted leg, then back up at his face. "Ah, Sah, I mean you no disrespect, Sah, but, uh, I think, uh, that I can get up on my own, Sah, thank you, Sah." I mean, seriously, he might be a gentleman, but when you've got a busted up leg, you should maybe refrain from helping people stand up. The doe starts to stand, leaning on a nearby chair, but when she puts weight on her right foot, she gasps in obvious pain. Her lips white, she sinks back to the floor. A Dibbun caretaker enters and gasps. Looking around, she shakes her finger at the semi-hiding Julia and states, "You oughtta be ashamed o' yersel', wot! Causin' yer sistah to chase ye 'alfway 'round the mountain and get 'urt! C'mere, ye little plague, you!" The leveret, tears forming in her eyes, comes out from behind the chair and starts to slowly tread across the room, remorse showing plainly on her face.
Taye is, as ever, a gentleman. But yeah, perhaps an overzealous one. When she falls again, his ears flit back. What are the options left to him? He lowers himself to the chair she tried to help herself up on, and offers her his crutch. "... 'Ey. If you're still this bad off, ya oughtn't to be runnin' around the mountain without one o' these. Even I'm not that crazy." He smiles reassuringly, trying to catch her eyes. He leaves the dibbun minding to the dibbun minder.
Felicity hesitates, looking at the crutch, a look of serious indecision and mild confusion and possibly a touch of anxiety flooding her face. Julia has made her way over to her big sister, and the doe hugs her and whispers, "I love you, even when I get mad, okay? I love you, and I won't evah stop." The Dibbun nods and hugs her sister back, then toddles over to the leveret caretaker, who leads her off to naptime in a much less grumpy manner. The Runner holds her head in her paws. "Thank you, Sah. I....thought I was bettah, Sah. Sorry, Sah."
Taye watches the exchange with held breath. That leveret's probably going to be a recruit someday. Must. Avoid. Detection. When Felicity hesitates to take the crutch, Taye instead leans it against the oversized chair - really more of a couch - and instead offers his paw, gesturing for her to sit next to him. "Up off the floor, lass. No apologies."
Miracle of miracles, Corbeau the almost-badger-killer is out of bed and neither dizzy nor nauseated as a result. She's still in pajamas, though the wrapped bandage is gone with the stitches at the back of her head now exposed to air as they continue to heal. She pauses in the doorway, eyes moving shiftily around the rec room, then heads over to Taye when she spots him. "... never wann' be in th' 'firmary /'gain/. Blegh!"
Felicity looks up and gets that look of hesitation/confusion/anxiety again. "Uh....um, alright, Sah..." she goes to take his paw and use it, along with the seat of the chair, to lever herself up into the cushy seat. "Thank you, Sah..." she starts to say as the other doe comes in, but as she comes over, the auburn-furred hare becomes silent. Instead of speaking anymore, she pulls her swelling footpaw into her lap and starts hesitantly probing it, which of course causes her to wince.
Ooooh, Corb's out of the infirmary. Is that okay? Taye's eyes narrow in consideration, but. She doesn't look deadish, so proooobably. He offers her a grin. "Hopefully you /won't/ evah be in the infirmary again." He glances to the side at Felicity, scooching over moderately to give her some additional space. He glances at her swelling foot. "You need t'take it easy, lass. Need you back out in the field."
At the narrow-eyed look from Taye, Corbeau holds up her hands in a gesture of innocence. "Hey, dad /said/ I could. Jus' 'take it easy'," she repeats after the Colonel-healer. Which, funnily, is what Taye says to Felicity. Shaking her head, she climbs up onto the arm of the couch next to the Major. "Dun' get me wrong, healers're great, but they're so... /naggy/. Keep pokin' and proddin' and /uhg/." She peers over curiously at the older doe. "Hi."
Felicity seems to shrink at the Major's statement. "Aye, Sah." She hugs her leg close and peeks at the other haremaid shyly. "'Ello." She says not unkindly. Just....quietly. This is obviously not her best day. Evidence the fact that she's shrunk back into the corner of the mini-sofa, as far from the male hare as she can get without actually vacating her seat.
"M'not gonna bite'cha," Taye promises Felicity with a small shake of his head. He ruffles Corbeau's head - away from the stitches - and grabs his crutch, very tenderly lifting himself upright before heading over to the bar, and behind it. He grabs a cloth and wets it with some chilled water, before limping back over to the pair and sitting again. Without waiting for the doe to complain or disappear completely from her shrinking, he attempts to wrap it 'round her ankle. "And Da's right, Corb. Take it easy."
"Lookit me. 's what 'm doin'," Corb quips back at Taye with a sort of sleepy smile. "Move too fast an' I get all woozy, but slow-walkin' 's okay. Rather sit /here/ or... anywhere. Anywhere that's /not/ 'firmary." She watches Taye's ministrations to the doe's ankle, and asks Felicity, "What'd y' do?"
Felicity freezes, then just sits there and lets the Major administer to her ankle. "I had started my Patrol, and I met up with a caravan. I was talkin' to them when we were attacked by bandits. I sprained my ankle when I landed after kickin' a vixen." She huddles down, hardly believing that the buck won't bite her metaphorically. "I think I'll be fine, Sah, really. Please don't worry yerself on my account, Sah."
Taye glances up from his tending of her ankle, shaking his head. "S'my job, Private." He finishes wrapping the cool compress around her ankle and sits back, offering his crutch to her once more. "Here. I'll get a spare latah. I expect you t'use this. Have Sgt. Dagda take anothah look at the ankle, too. All right?"
"Oh. Didja kill 'er?" Corbeau asks. "I gotta 'cussion. From killin' a badg'r."
Felicity reluctantly accepts the crutch. "Aye, Sah, I understand." She stands slowly, leaning heavily on the crutch. Stupid ankle ruining her stupid life. She looks levelly at the other doe. "Aye, I killed her. I stabbed 'er with my shortsword. I wish that I hadn't needed to, but 'tis the path she chose to take when she turned to a life of crime. My parents always told me to remembah that in battle, 'tisn't always your comrades in arm who die...the enemy loses their lives, too. And it is sad, and not to be taken lightly. I've always tried to remember that." She salutes to her commanding officer, then stumps moodily out the door.
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