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Old 67th HQ: Kitchen
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Here lies the dormitory hallway, a very simple area. It is widen enough for perhaps seven hares to walk, side-by-side, along its length. Along the hallway, doors are staggered, between each a torch burning on the wall.
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[Back] to Dining Chamber

Coming into the kitchen, Jarril isn't exactly looking a bit too pleased with himself as he looks about the room.  "I say, can't we get our bally lunch yet.  We're all dying of starvation out there, wot."  Looking and spotting Darklett.  "Aye ya.  What's taking so long?"

Darklett turns to face Jarril. "What? Ah. I'm not the cook, bear with me, here, give me a break. It's almost finished." He seems to be haphazardly throwing stuff into a pot hanging over a fire stove. No, no. He wasn't cooking a few seconds ago.

Jarril folds his arms about his chest as the major leans against the doorframe.  "Aye laddie.  Well, ya not the one facing a few score of hungry hares who have been working all morning and are demanding their luncheon's wot."  Looking back through the door, the major shakes his head and turns his head back.  "They're going ta have ya hide soon."  Listening to the din that is being made outside and frowning. "That or they call a colonel ta find out what's going on."  Moving into the kitchen the major comes up to where Darklett is.  "How close is this ta being done?"

Darklett glances into the pot. "...To tell you the truth, not very. Just started it, actually. I told you, I'm not the cook." More haphazard tossing of ingredients into the stew follows. "You know anything about this cooking stuff? I don't know what I'm doing, last time I cooked, the diners weren't very satisfied."

"Now, now, Major, go easy.." remarks Sundew's voice, hovering somewhere near the doorway just vacated by Jarril. The colonel saunters over to the pot and leans over it, peering inside. She glances at Darklett with a raised eyebrow. "No idea what y'doing, eh?" She chuckles and leans back against the sideboard, shaking her head. "We really oughta start appointing kitchen hares who can actually cook.." The doe straightens up, and circles Darklett, looking him up and down. She nods approvingly. "You're a fighter, am I wrong?"

Darklett nods. "Yeah, I'm a..." He catches himself, shaking his head. "No, you're not wrong, I am a fighter." The rush of throwing stuff into a pot seems to have preoccupied him, and he doesn't even notice he's talking to a Colonel. :-D

Jarril keeps quiet, knowing full well that his colonel had come in and steps back with a respectful nod and looks about.  "Ah well, we better get something sorted and fast before we have them charging through those doors."  Straightening his uniform, the hare makes off to the pantry and looks inside.  "Well, dessert is okay and we have left over salad and bread, that should help while ya get that stew done."  Coming back to the table with some loaves.  "Although ya be busy making new stuff this afternoon to replenish stock as well as evening meal I say."

Sundew rolls up her sleeves and peers into the pot once more. "Righto lads, let's get to it.. now.. what've you already put in there?" She questions Darklett, not being quite so bold as to take an experimental taste. Picking up two aprons, she tosses one to Jarril, laughing as she does so. "You too Major, you're helpin' us out if'n you wants summat to eat for lunch.. c'mon cookie!" She snorts.

Darklett doesn't really know the answer to that question. "Uhh..." Well, it's more like he knows, he just doesn't know -what- any of the stuff is. So he points. "That stuff, and that, and a lot of that, but only a couple bits of that. And some water." His ears fold a bit as he turns to look at the Colonel, expecting stupid looks.

Jarril grabs the apron and mutters to himself.  "Dark, remind me ta have words later for this and more if this ever gets out."  Putting on the apron and picking up a knife, slicing the bread as best as he could.  Looking around so that Sundew and Darklett are busy, he takes a bite into one of the slices and chews.  "Hmmm, good bread this actually."  Piling the slices onto a tray.

Sundew tosses a button mushroom at Jarril, smiling as it bounces off his forehead. "Oi.. stop eatin' all the grub!" She sorts out the assorted vegetables on the board in front of her. "Right.. Dark, if you can peel the potatoes, I'll chop up the mushrooms.. an' I guess we'll just toss 'em in.. and add a little salt.." She shrugs. Cooking can't be that hard.. can it?

Jarril winks back at Sundew as he stuffs the last part of the slice into his mouth and salutes.  "Aye, aye. Colonel cook sah!"  Ducking from any other projectiles heading his way, the major puts the bread on the trolley and makes his way to grab at the salad bowls from the pantry, flicking his ear to the din outside.  Dropping one of the big bowls onto the trolley, he looks out of the door and then drags the trolley.  "Be right back, hopefully I won't get squashed by the stampede, wot."  Grabbing a ladle, the major pushes the trolley outside and calls out loudly.  "Alright, ya starving wind bags.  Ya sound worse than vermin dibbuns.  Now, now.  I have a decent line or I am going ta start whacking heads with my act nice in dining room spoon, wot!"  The door swinging closed but the major's stern and loud voice can still be heard.

Darklett nods to the Colonel, assuming she knows what she's doing, and grabs a knife, searching for the potatoes. Aha, there they are. He grabs a few, pouring them over the counter, and starting to peel them. "You do know what you're doing then? Oh!" He just now catches Sundew's rank, so he drops the knife and throws a quick salute before continuing.

Sundew smiles at the eager Darklett. "S'alright mate.. all formalities forgotten f'now, we've got a meal to save.." She tips the tray of sliced mushrooms into the pot, and taking a large ladle, she stirs the would-be stew around. She tosses in some salt, remarking to Darklett, "Actually, I'm as clueless as you are.. but it can't be that difficult, can it?"

Darklett's ears fold again. "Uh, well. I tried before, and like I said, there wasn't an abundance of full stomachs that night." He peels a substantial amount of potatoes rather quickly, maybe his skill with throwing knives lending him some respite here. He shoves the potatoes in the pot, and watches them sink. "What now?"

Jarril comes back in and wipes the top of his head.  "Flipping scavenges, that's what they are.  Blighters didn't even have manners.  All manner of shoving and pushing ta get at the food.  It won't last long either."  Leaning onto the table.  "How's the stew getting along?"

Sundew shrugs. "Well.. it looks like we've got.. carrots, potatoes, mushrooms and turnips in there.. I reckon we should put in some o' this.." she swiftly gathers a pawful of fresh parsley and deftly sprinkles it into the pot. "..and some of.. well.. whatever these are.." She gestures to a few jars of herbs further down on the counter. "Toss me one of those, will ye Jar?" She unties her apron, flinging it onto a pile of sacks. "Then we leave it to.. err.. stew.. for a while on the fire, and dish out the grub, wot! Plates, Darklett.."

Darklett knows where the plates are, and grabs a few stacks at a time, bringing them down to the counter. "Uh, yeah. Smells good, at least. Right?"

Jarril looks and finds another ladle hanging on the wall and tosses it over to Sundew with a smile.  "Ah but have ta love them really, wot.  Big, strong bunch of food bags that I ever known.  Makes me proud ta see them."  Moving to get out the dessert.  "Makes me wonder how tubby actually manages ta deal with them day in and out really...."  Coming back with plates of scones from the larder.

Swinging herself up onto the counter, Sundew takes a moment to relax, kicking her footpaws and taking great pleasure in hearing the satisfying 'thud' they make against the lower cupboards. "Phew..this cookin' lark, harder than it looks, wot?" She sniffs the air, nodding in agreement to Darklett's comment. Grinning slyly, she holds up her ladle. "Who wants first taste?"

Darklett looks hesitant. "I... don't know. You go first." He leans over and cranes his neck to look into the pot. "Or you, Major." He nods. "Definitely one of you two."

Jarril looks at Darklett and folds his arms about his chest.  "Now lissen here, bucko.  We had ta help ya from not being killed by that rabble out there so the least is that ya take the first taste, eh wot."  Winking at Sundew.

Sundew grins. "Aye.. youngest first, wot.." She patters over to the pot and stirs the stew around, scooping up a big ladleful and tipping it back in, a resounding splash echoing off the sides of the large pot. "Go ahead, mate."

Jarril chuckles as he takes off his apron and tosses it to where Sundew tossed hers and watches Darklett with a grin.  "Can't argue with rank, doncha know.  Some go on, taster.  Taste and give ya concuction a name."

Ah, darnit they're pulling rank on him. Darklett edges closer to the pot, and takes the ladle, stirring it a bit before bringing some of the hot stew to his mouth, pouring it in, broth, ingredients, and all. He looks at the ladle, briefly, then back at the pot. "Don't... Don't think I got a proper taste, I better have a bowl of it to make sure it's healthy."

Jarril pushes Darklett away.  "That's all the information I need.  Come on, let's get this served up but make sure we have some left for ourselves, wot."  Making sure Darklett can't get at the stew he chuckles.  "Ready ta embrace the famished horde of hares out there."  Grabbing his weapon, a ladle from the table and resting it on his shoulder.  "Into battle, wot!"

"Sounds good enough t'me, mate.." Sundew shrugs, and grabbing her own ladle, she shakes her head. "The blighters better appreciate this.." She grins, and prior to her previous remarks, she nudges Jarril and says, "This cookin' malarkey.. s'not all that hard, wot!" She gently pushes him forward. "Onward, then, t'face the masses.. eh?"

Jarril nods solemnly.  "If I don't survive this, send word ta whoever wanted ta know me more."  Pushing both trollies through the door, the major braces himself for the worse.

Old 67th HQ: Dining Chamber
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This is the dining chamber of the 67th. It is rather simple in design. In it, there are two large, long tables, with equally long benches lining each side. These two tables are easily enough to accommodate the number of hares living here. Along the center of the table, candles are lit, as are torches, which line the walls.
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[M]ain [I]ntersection    [K]itchen

Both Jarril and Sundew came out of the door, each with a trolley in paw, pushing it into the dining room.  Looking about, the major gives a frown and waves his ladle about.  "Now lissen here.  I know ya hungry and all, but I will have absolute order in here, do ya uderstand!  Good."  Looking about.  "Now form a line, no pushing and we serve ya as fast as we can."

Sorrel, who was sitting in a nearby chair, jumps up. "OH bloody 'ell! that's righ', I got kithen duty!" ANd rushes to join the rest

Jarril looks at Sorrel and gives a disapprovingly look.  "Ah lass, bit late now though since a colonel and a major had ta do ya work for ya."  Stepping aside, he hands over the ladle to Sorrel with a grin.  "Ya can take over now though and serve this up."

Curled up neatly in a chair near a corner and leaning over some parchment or another, Dart looks up at the announcement, blanching slightly as the hares seem to bolt upright at the mention of food. Shrugging it off and looking back at the parchment on the table, she swiftly rolls it up and tucks it away before it can be whisked away by the jet stream of some hares passing by.

Sorrel, looking discouraged that the privelage to taste food is taken from her, she takes the ladel and starts filling bowls.

Jarril gives Sorrel a pat on the back.  "Ah, don't worry.  Soon as ya get through this lot, ya can eat.  I forgo the formalities of missing duty this once."  The major knowing that being made to wait to eat is punishment enough as he takes his bowl, fills it up with stew, grabs some bread, cheese, salad and scones and makes his way over to a table.

Sorrel sighs, straightens her back, and pours the food into dart's bowl.

Sundew, glad to be relieved of the tedious task of serving, takes her own bowl and helps herself to various cheeses and salad, before plonking it all down on the table next to Jarril. "And here we are, back at this table again, wot." she grins, seating herself and tucking in with gusto.

Jarril chuckles back at Sundew and nods his head.  "Ah that be true, friend.  All ends well enough though.  Stopped a potential riot t'day and that's no mistake."  Dipping bread into his stew and tasting the soaked slice.  "But I think ya should go and do more cooking, not bad this, wot."

Slowly making her way through the masses, Dart receives her bowl, moving along in the line awkwardly and gathering food of her liking from the table. Push, shove, frown. Stumbling out of the line with her la nourriture, the doe looks at the line apprehensively before plunking down at a table remote from most of the hares and coincidentally, near Jarril and Sundew.

Sundew snorts. "I'd like to see you doing more of the cooking mate, and I'll do the sampling." She pauses to spoon her own stew into her mouth. "Mmf.. though t'ain't half bad, I do agree with ye.." She chews slowly, shaking her head as she ponders. "A wonder we actually managed to cook somethin', though.. well, just shows what y'can do if y'puts your mind to it.."

Jarril snerks back at Sundew.  "Hey, it was bally well embarassing having ta wear a.."  The major leans closer and whispers into Sundew's ear so only she could here.  "A apron..."  Moving back he knocks into Dart by accident and turns to face her.  "Oh sorry there..  Erm, do I know ya?  Not seen ya about before?"  Taking another spoonful of stew he waits for a answer.

Sorrel drops the ladel into the empty pan, it makes a dull bing sound. She takes her bowl full of chili-like substance and cheese, and puts salt on it for taste. She battles her way inbetween crowds to Jarril and sundew's seats.

Dart blinks with mild surprise, pausing to swallow her food before she speaks and using the time to give a prompt shake of her head. "Arrived a few days ago," she replies, glancing at the Major's tunic and then his company.

Jarril nods his head, while devouring a whole slice of bread.  "Ah, newcomer eh.  Been put into a patrol yet?"  Answering back to Dart and giving Sundew a look as if she knew about any newcomers lately.

The Colonel turns around, letting her spoon clatter onto the tabletop, offering a paw to the newcomer as she does so. "I'm Sundew," she nods to the Major beside her, "an' Jarril. And what might we have the pleasure of addressing you by?" Sundew shrugs in response to Jarril's questioning look.. must be something Zoe knows about.

Sorrel emerges from the bustling hares with half her food on her new uniform. SHe sits down across from jarril. "GOd, never seen anythin' more animalistic!" She takes a spoon, and scoops up a bit of the now cold food, and puts it in her mouth.

Slightly overwhelmed by the status of her company, Dart nods and takes the Colonel's paw gladly. "Dart," she introduces herself. "Haven't enlisted yet," she pauses thoughtfully, "I'm considering it, though." Leaving her food as it would deem disrespectful to eat in this particular situation, a nervous smile tugs at the corners of her lips, her attention immediately seized by Sorrel's grumbling.

Sundew chuckles at the hassled Sorrel. "Ah well, at least you kept 'em happy m'dear," she shrugs, noting the noisy hares eating and laughing amidst the general chatter. Redirecting her attention back to Dart, she gestures to the table. "Come, bring your food over here 'n' we'll talk s'more. Take a seat down by our Sorrel here."

Jarril nudges Dart and grins.  "Well, if ya thinking on enlisting then don't upset me or the colonel.  We made that stew, ya know so took in, gal."  Leaning forward and taking some cheese to make a sandwhich.

Sorrel looks up. she smiles at jarril. "HOw are ye doin' feelin' okay?" she wanted to see if he was alright without getting dark in trouble.

Jarril pauses in his eating and biting his lip on the part of calling him sah.  Coughing while using a napkin to wipe his whiskers.  "I am doing just fine, now.  And y'self?"

Obliging to Sundew's invitation, Dart sits down next to Sorrel, glancing at the doe and then back at Jarril with a slight grin. "S'good," she replies, eating more of the food on her tray. She scans the room full of hares stuffing their faces. Turning at Sorrel's question directed at Jarril, she listens intently to what these hares have to say. Not that the dull roar of hares in the dining chamber was near entertaining enough in comparison with a decent conversation.

Sorrel shrugs. "No pain's or anythin'. I just got lost an' dark had to show me back here."

Sorrel eats some more. "Other than tha', life's pretty uneventful."

Jarril nods and goes back to eating.  A hare comes marching down the ranks of tables and stops where Jarril is sitting and taps him on the shoulder.  Pausing in his meal.  "Excuse me a moment."  Being polite to the does about him, he turns around and starts to talk to the buck in hushed tones before being handed a scroll.  Nodding his head and after some more hushed tones, the hare makes his way off and into the kitchen.  Not eating now, the major unrolls his parchment and reads it quickly, then rolls it back up again, putting it to the side, then goes back to his task of grabbing a scone.

Tearing a chunk of bread from her piece and dipping it slowly into her stew, Sundew takes a bite and furrows her brow at Dark, waiting to finish her mouthful before posing a question. "So, Dark, where've you joined us from?" Another piece of bread is dipped into the almost empty bowl as she awaits an answer from the doe sitting in front of her.

Sorrel and jarril seem to have they're own conversation goin'. "Wha's tha' scroll abou', Jarril?"

Bobbing her own bread in the stew, Dart frowns, obviously having some odd hesitation or another in answering the Colonel's question. "Ioco village," she replies, watching Sundew carefully for a reaction. It would be strange if the Colonel has heard of the place considering how Dart had gotten here.

Jarril coughs and replies back at Sorrel.  "Patrol business, nothing for ya ta worry about, but it's just a boring scout report ta add ta my workload."  Smiling back politely and going back to his meal again.  Seems like there are some things that only officers get to know than the lower ranks.

Sorrel resumes thinking and eating, and finally asks "Hey Jar, y'seen Dark arund?"

Sundew takes a moment to mull over Dart's answer. After a slight pause, she shakes her head. "Can't say I've heard of it. I presume you've had t'travel a bit, eh?" Glancing at Jarril, she shrugs and takes the scroll, her eyes skimming it briefly as she unrolls it. She nods to herself and sets it back down on the table. "You'll have to get that signed, Jar. If you've got too much work t'do, I'll do it for ye."

Smiling a bit and nodding before pushing the bread piece into her mouth, Dart watches Sundew curiously, her interest in the parchment growing. Having been a self-taught reader, she still has difficulty in reading but apparently gives no care for it and simply reads more. "How long have you been in the patrol, Colonel?" she asks politely.

Jarril nods his head and turns to Sundew.  "Aye but I best get a verbal report as well ta add ta it before it gets sent ta ya.  Best ta find out exactly how it happened.  That's just a brief report on the situation."  Saying nothing more about it, the major leans back after finishing his entire meal and looks about the room, some of the hares already have finished and are on their way back to their duties.  Smiling, he see's Tubby and nods to him as he makes his way over in his usual wobble into the kitchen.  Sighing, the major is glad that no more cooking attempts would be needed today at least.

Sorrel stirs her spoon in the mix,her mind now back on dart, it's stuck there. She seems zoned out, and just stirs and stares at the sludgey stuff.

Sundew wipes her bowl clean with another piece of bread, shrugging her shoulders. "Eh, I dunno.. few seasons, enough to have seen many hares come 'n' go.. but there's only one place for me.. the mountain, wot." She props her chin on her paw as she smiles fondly. "Can't wait to be back there.. missin' the bally sea air, an' all." She's sure the other hares will agree with her. Popping the last of her bread into her mouth, she continues, "And the food's a sight better than what we can rustle up here, by 'eck it is.."

Jarril grins at Sundew and winks at her.  "Pah, I was only stating that yesterday ta ya."  Grinning.  "Although ya could be kind ta ya friend and order me back there.  Should make it back before spring comes around next."

Food better than this?! It's free, how can this not be best? Dart shows no sign of surprise to the Colonel's statement, instead showing some interest in her stew and takes a spoonful of it.

Sundew gives Jarril a playful shove. "Be off with ye.. if you get to go back, I'm flippin' well going with ya, mate!" Regaining her composure once more, she shrugs her shoulders again and props her elbows back on the table. "I'm sure everybeast wants to go back, wot.. still, every cloud's got a silver lining, eh? Found out what a.. erm.. good.. cook I am!"

Sorrel continues stirirng and staring.

Jarril gives Sundew a shove back.  "Didn't know ya cared, friend."  Getting up, the major stretches slightly.  "Ah well, I am going ta head outside and get some fresh air before I return back ta my duties."  Taking hold of a apple.  "Only so much ya can stand being stuck in here and I ain't in no hurry ta get back ta writing out reports either."  Smiling.  "When ya ready, ya can come and join me if ya like."  Bowing to everyone, the major picks up the scroll, puts it inside his uniform and begins to march off.

Sundew nods smartly, and picks up her empty bowl, dutifully preparing to return it to the kitchens.. lucky pot-washers, eh. She straightens out her uniform and nods again. "Aye, I'd best be off too.. got work to do. Jarril, if you can get that report for me by the end of today, I'd be more'n thankful." she calls. Turning to the other does seated at the table, she grins. "Enjoy the rest of y'meal, chaps!"

Sorrel finally snaps out of her tranze, and looks up to see two empty spaces. She looks at the window. "That late already? WEll, i have sentry duty now. HEy," she looks at dart. "Ye wanna come along, y'know, t'get th' feel of th' longpatrol?"