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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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A one-legged doe who runs a tavern is a hard thing to forget, and since most of the rec room's patrons are also Keita's patrons, she has a small crowd gathered around her where she sits at a small table over toward the fireplace. She's seated, obviously, what with the lack of a leg. Her remaining leg is dangled over one of the arms of the armchair. "Don't even know what yer all doin' here, 'stead of back in Halyard. Oughta ban the lotta you fer desertin'. Tch."

Entering the room, Jarril has had a long day, finally thankful that his day is over.  Walking slowly through the crowds he makes his way towards the bar and finally leans against it.  "Ale.."  He says quietly while looking about the place, unable to see Keita yet due to the crowds, although he lifts an ear questionably to the crowd in that part of the room.

Apparently following a question, Keita snorts loudly and shakes her head. "... Like I'd give ya anything t' drink /now/. You c'n just drink the sewah watah they're servin' up here." Apparently to make her point - even if she is joking - she pulls out her flask, unscrewing it in order to take a sip. Mmm, good drink.

Jarril nods at the squirrel who has served him and then takes a sip from the ale, which at the moment is good enough for him.  Coughing he hears what has been said and he shakes his head before upping his voice.  "Now, now Keita deah.  Not proper ta tease potential customers like that, wot."

"Well, they ain't m'customahs righ' now, are they?" This is Keita's flippant reply before she takes the time to turn about, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk. There's old JarJar. "'Ey, mate. What brings ya t' this dive?"

The door opens and two privates walk in, chattering excitedly to one another. One of them is dressed as a healer and has a sheath of notes in one paw and the other is Quinten, dyed black from head to toe and gesturing at the notes and talking about mixtures and measurements.

Jarril smiles back.  "I've been on duty for a day and a half but don't ya dare tell Zoe about that one, she kill me or worse.  I was ta tired in making it over ta ya place.  Although I should at one point."  The hare paying for his drink as he speaks.

Keita's eyebrows go up. From the look of her, telling Zoe is the last thing on her mind. Thus the eyebrow raise. Mm-hm. "... Aye. Ya ought. We're doin' pretty well these days. Donno what m'doin' here, t'be honest. Guess I've just got t' many employees, these days. Nothin' left for 'n ole cripple t' do." She smirks and starts to stand, parting the small crowd around her as she limps over Jar's way.

The squirrel gives Keita a bit of a frown as Jarril looks at her and says something quietly.  Seeing her nod, she moves off to tend to another thirsty hare as Jarril moves his attention to where Keita is.  "Well, ya are here so mind if ya have a bit more respect for the establishment here."  He smiles a bit more, taking a sip of his ale.  "Anyways, anything happen since I went off babysitting?"

Quinten moves up to the bar with his companion and they spread their notes out between them before plumping themselves down on a stool. Blisfully unaware of the Major or Keita they set about chatting about the number of flowers they have stored away.

"I hate t' disappoint, but if respect's what's needed, I migh' just have t' leave." She sends a cheeky grin the squirrel's way, then drops a wink. Mwah. Haha. "Eh. Nah, not so's I c'n think. Same old same old, ya know?" Mm-hm.

Hmms as Jarril stares at Keita.  "Oh come on, surely something must've happened while I was at the abbey trying ta keep the young ones under control."

Quinten ears swivel as he picks up a familiar voice and rather uncomfortable words as well. "Abbey and control mainly.' The young buck looks at Crispinell and quickly gathers up his notes and goes to drag him away to find a safer corner to chat in.

To show what perhaps /did/ happen, Zeraph moves into the room at that exact moment - looking a little lopsided. Did he change something? Maybe it's the missing shoulder patch which causes him to seem somewhat different.. and perhaps rather grumpy. That expression falters to gain a look of surprise, then anger as he sees Keita. "K! What'd you do with it?!" The voice of doom, breaking through the noise of the area.

"Uhhhhh. Zoe got ugliah?" This is Keita's helpful suggestion, with her eyebrows raised in a hopeful manner. Does that work? XD She smirks rather cheekily and turns all 'round, considering the rec room curiously. It's not really /so/ bad, you know, maybe if it had just a little atmosphere, a couple throw rugs here, an angry-looking Zeraph there... Waitwaitwait. That's not right. Keita does a double-take, her brow furrowing as she focuses in on the displeased looking buck. Hum. "Do with what, now?"

Jarril has already looked in the direction of where Zeraph is and is about to say something but will hope that he see's that he is there.  Moving to a standing position, he just looks at Zeraph questionably about his conduct at this moment in time.

Quinten looks at the other private and they both seem to come to a joint decision. Being here, at this moment in time is probably a bad idea. They both start for the door, going to walk past Jarril and Zeraph as quickly as they can and away, with a chorus of hasty, "Excuse me sah's." to Jarril and Zeraph they break for the door hoping to get out and away.

Ever seen an angry point? It looks more like a jab. A very vicious one. Zeraph doesn't gesture this finger towards Keita but instead to his shoulder. His gaze from her is only broken when Quiten and his cohort push through, then he glances at Jarril right before starting towards the doe. "I know you got it. Just like when you had my uniform."

"You mean jus' like when you /violently/ threw my clothin' out the window?" Ahem-hem-hem. Keita smirks, but /quickly/ does what a bartend does best when things 'heat up'. She ducks behind the counter, putting the nicely-sized bar between herself and Zeraph. Her grin is /ever/ so innocent and disarming, really, and she spreads her arms wide as she scooches past a /very/ surprised hare trying to do his 'tending job. "Patch? What patch? Nevah seen a shouldah patch a day in m'life. Always wanted t' own a patch, I did. This one time I /almost/ had m'own patch, but that jus' fizzled out. Ya know how that c'n happen." Grin-grin.

Rolling his eyes, er eye.  Jarril lifts a paw up and coughs.  "Now, c'n we at least get some ordah back in here.  Zeraph, go and get a new shoulder patch, instead of disturbing the peace of other hare's trying ta relax."  The major gives Zeraph a frown at the end of this one.  "Ya starting ta act like a recruit."  Turning his head towards Keita.  "And as for ya, I don't care if ya did take it or not but in any case, just stop whatever ya two are doing."

Quinten is gone with his healer friend rather sharpish, back out into the corridor and away to safety. Some dark corner in the wine cellar probably where they can get a drink without hyperactive officers and mad bar keepers getting in the way of their great chemical discoveries.

Zeraph gives Jarril a look. That's just what it would be described as. A look. Which might get him in trouble, but he does clear his throat and then mutters out. "Sorry, /sah/, but I intend on getting the thief to give me it back." The buck watches Keita as she sidles along the bar and just kind of moves with her. "Give it back, K." He isn't acting like a recruit. The authority in his voice /isn't/ juvenile. But they ARE acting like elementary school students with this back-and-forth stealing of.. things. At least he's got more of a level tone now. This from the officer who doesn't do things out of line with superiors.

GASP! Thief? THIEF? How dare he call her an - oh. Wait. She digs in her pocket, eyebrows going up. When her paw comes out, it is with patch in paw. "Oh! You meant /THIS/ ole thing? I jus' found it on the ground, I did. Hardly even a patch, really, just a slip o' cloth. Patrol always did cheap out on the uniforms 'n' such." Tsk-tsk-tsk. She shaaaakes her head. Disgraceful, really. She looks Jarril's way next, with another disarming grin. She gives a playful roll of her eyes. "Oh, lighten /up/, mate. This is a bloody tavern, or at least that's what ya /try/ t' call it."

Jarril just shakes his head.  "Aye well, I leave ya two ta work something out.  I have other things ta do."  He doesn't look at either Keita or Zeraph as he walks off and heads out of the room.