Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
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Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Jan 30, 2007 17:38:47 GMT -5
OOC: This is the main room of the barracks. It is basically a long room with two rows of beds -- one for girls and one for guys. The females' bunks are on the wall with windows, the males' are on the inside wall. (I trust you all not to get into mischief, so that's why girls and guys can be in the same room. C=) The center aisle is open and generally used as a common path through the room. The door is at one end of the room, and the other end of the room has several chairs, a small fireplace, and two tables -- it's used as a gathering area. Feel free to take a bed and claim it as your own -- organize it, pull in trunks, whatever you want. ^^
Married couples and officers have rooms on the otherside of the hallway (which runs along the inside wall of the common room.) If you are married or an officer, you may start your own thread for your room. Please, keep it clean. Whatever is done in private should remain private. Got it? If anyone pushes it, I'm going to have to consider closing this down. I trust y'all to behave yourselves, so don't betray that trust.
If you have any ideas for other threads (or quests, rps, etc.), please PM me! XD I'll give you the thumbs up or thumbs down.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 30, 2007 17:50:19 GMT -5
OOC: hehehe. Ok...we'll try, I guess. BIC: *Opening the door that led into the main room of the barracks, Scratchfur smiled as he smelt the fresh smell of neatly made bunks. In the distance he heard a crackling sound being emitted from a fire in the fireplace. Feeling welcome, he began to heft his somewhat stuffed sack into the room. After getting his stuff into the room, he looked at the two rows of bunks, scratched his head, and paced along side them for a little bit while trying to decide which side was for which gender. As he passed some of the beds on the side next to the window, he was immediately tipped off by two things. First, there was a sign near the first bunk that said 'Girls'. Second, there was a dress lying on one of the bunks. Muttering to himself about not being allowed a window, the rat quickly got his sack and slowly made his way across the room to the very opposite side of where the door was situated. Once here, he quickly chose a bunk that resided the closest to the fireplace. Unpacking his stuff somewhat, he was immediately enticed by the cozy looking fire to finish unpacking later and enjoy the beauty of the natural fire show. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off a little bit.*
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 30, 2007 21:22:27 GMT -5
* Mary opened the door with a kick, as it had swung closed right before she entered. She dragged in a trunk that wasnt' that big, but heavy all the same. Looking around, she wondered which bed she should take. The sides where easy to get, which was for who, but there were so many places to choose from. After a minute or two the mouse dragged the trunk over to the nearest bed next to the window. Now she could look outside if she stuck her head over the headboard. She pushed the trunk under the window , lined up with the headboard of her bed(for easy access.) The bed looked made, so she didnt' have to do anythig for that. But the wall loked a bit ...bare. Perhaps she'd put a shelf there, but she'll do that later. After grabbing a piece of parchement and a quill, she went to the tables and sat down. Then she wrote(no der.)
OOC: What he said. 'Course, most of us have no problems, becasue there's none of our species of the opposite gender here. Unless... hey, there isn't a male mosue around here ,right? Other than Will?
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Jan 31, 2007 15:29:25 GMT -5
**Horus poked his head round the door, amazed at the more formal layout for the beasts of the division.**
My, back in the second, the place had seperate rooms that looked like they could fall on your head if you snored. 'noon Mary, Scratchfur, how are you both?
**Walking down the middle of the room, Horus eyed a bed up at the far end in the far corner. Noticing no prior claim to the bed, the timber wolf padded towards his chosen bed. He carried his scythe over his shoulder, a bundle tied to it's haft.**
Bit barren... I could always make a weapon rack. Not too good with commercial wood work though...
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jan 31, 2007 16:53:04 GMT -5
Taundor opened the door and looked around at the barracks. "Mary, Horus, Scratchfur, how are all of you doing?" He carried a haversack over his shoulder, and pondered about which bed he should choose. "Ah well, I'll take that one." Finding an unoccupied bed near the middle of the row, Taundor dropped his belongings.
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Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
Head Warrior^#black%5Fstar
Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
Posts: 967
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Jan 31, 2007 18:00:55 GMT -5
*The Commander shoved open the wooden door that barred the entrance to the main barracks room of the Spirit of the Remnant, leaving it half-open behind her. With a quick glance, she noted the room's occupants, approving mentally of the way they were settling in. It didn't seem to have taken them long to figure out how things were to be run. Undoing the clasp at her throat, she tossed her cloak onto an unoccupied bed (We should get a coatrack or somethin' in 'ere...); beneath the dark blue outer garment, she wore a coarse beige tunic layered over a soft brown one, along with a pair of dark brown breeches. The tunics were caught up at the waist with a recently acquired flowing teal sash. Her paws were dwarfed by the rather large, tattered boots that she wore.
Hoisting the thick strap of her haversack further up onto her shoulder, she raised a gloved paw in greeting. The spirited harvest mouse grinned widely, half-cocking her head towards the right, and addressed the general group in a raised voice, curiously tinged with a nautical flavor.* Ahoy there, me 'earties. Settlin' in are we, everythin' ship-shape and whatnot?
*The grin faded into a confident smirk as she ventured further into the room, her old, black sea-boots from her days on the Sea Patrol clomping loudly on the barracks floor. With a slight swagger in her step (wearing the sea-boots generally caused this), she moved methodically down the room, navigating the thoroughway between the beds. As she passed each Guardian, she would wink and nod energetically, and perhaps offer a greeting.*
Ahoy, Mary! How's this day find ye?
Horus, me shipmate! 'Ope yer findin' this place t'yer likin'.
*She reached the common room's gathering area and nodded approvingly. A fire was roaring, there were plenty of chairs, and that new rat, Scratchfur, seemed available to talk. She bent slightly to let her haversack slip onto the ground. Grasping a chair and turning it to face the fire, Marie settled into the seat, leaning forward and smiling openly.* 'Oy there, Scratchfur, weren't it? An' 'ow are the winds favorin' ye, this day?
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 31, 2007 18:34:04 GMT -5
*Hearing a voice talking to him from somewhere, Scratchfur slowly came out of his little nap. Still groggy, he muttered a welcome that was loud enough to be heard by Horus, Mary and Taundor, making it apparent that he was just getting up. Sitting up properly, he rubbed his eyes so as to be able to see a bit better than he was at the time. Looking down at his hat lying on the ground, he tutted himself and reached for it. It was at this point that he finally realized that he had left his coat on when he went for his nap. Shaking his head even more, he unbuttoned it and slipped it off so as to keep himself from overheating by the luxurious fire. Setting both the coat and his hat neatly on the floor by the side of his chair, he re-settled himself to make himself more comfortable. It was at this point that Marie had made her way to where he was sitting. Nodding to her, he kept his new comfy position in his chair safe as she pulled up another chair to enjoy the warm fire.* A'ye, Comman'er, ye go' me name ri'ht. *Looking back to the fire, the rat seemed to be wanting to drop back into his slumber, but instead he continued the conversation.* Ah, 'tis nay tha' bad, matey. 'M qui'e enjoyin' meself t'day. Go' a few new frien's, a good place te stay, an' a good thin' te do wi' me time. 'Tis the bes' its been fer a while. An' 'ow de them wa'es an' winds sen'in' ye'?
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 31, 2007 21:07:34 GMT -5
Hello Marie.* Mary said as her commander passed by her. * How are you today? * Without waiting for an answer she got back to scribbling a rather long letter to her sister. The handwriting was neat enough to be read, but there were blots all over the paper, hard as she tried to stop them.*
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Feb 1, 2007 14:14:53 GMT -5
I'm fine Taundor Taundor, yourself?
**Setting his bundle against the wall, Horus sat down, and was about to remove the hammer from his belt when Commader Marie walked in.**
'noon Commader. It's certenly much more formal than the second's was. 'course there was much more... Shall we say cause for repair... Here's far nicer, softer beds too.
**Grasping the clasp on his hammer's loop, the timber wolf un-hooked it from his belt befre reaching behind himself to place it with his scythe. Grasping the bundle itself, he removed it from the scythe's haft, and looked inside.**
Half dozen clean tunics, toiletaries (twig with a burnt end, and a razor (?!)), a dozen ribbons of various colours, weapon management kit (Whet stone, bottle of oil, rag)... Ah! Cookies.
**Grasping the small bag from his megere possessions, he set the bundle back down with his weapons.**
With your permission commader, I request to hold a barracks-warming party.
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Post by Mary Narai on Feb 1, 2007 21:22:37 GMT -5
* Mary looked up, and spotted the cookies.* Are those... Cookies? Ohh...* She ran over to Horus.* Can I have some? Please?
OOC: can we pretend cookies are in verse?
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Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
Head Warrior^#black%5Fstar
Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
Posts: 967
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Feb 1, 2007 21:42:08 GMT -5
OOC: Cookies! XD Pretend? What do you mean, of course they're in-verse! =O (*giggles*)
A'ye, Comman'er, ye go' me name ri'ht. Ah, 'tis nay tha' bad, matey. 'M qui'e enjoyin' meself t'day. Go' a few new frien's, a good place te stay, an' a good thin' te do wi' me time. 'Tis the bes' its been fer a while. An' 'ow de them wa'es an' winds sen'in' ye'?
Ach, ah'm very glad t'ear it, laddie buck!
*A cheerful grin bloomed on the youthful features of the golden-furred mouse. She had worried, when Scratchfur had first entered the Division, that he wouldn't fit in well among the other Guardians. Now, however, he seemed to be settling in splendidly; certainly better than she had expected. At her companion's query into her own well-being, Marie nodded thoughtfully, her gaze wandering ponderously to the fire.*
Mm, they've been sendin' me fine. Ol' fate's been playin' nice wiv' me, y'ken. Life's life an' all. Mah mate's fine as e'er, an' ah've been keepin' busy wit' mah duties in the Fort. Can't really ask fer more, can ye. It's nice ter 'ave some peace an' quiet 'roun' 'ere, specially after th' big Tourney wot jes' 'appened. Say, don' s'pose yew've 'eard o' the Tournament, eh?
*Mischievous interest sparked in the officer's sea-grey eyes as she prepared to launch a conversation on the recent inter-organization Tournament. It was a favorite subject of hers for several reasons, but mostly because she never missed a chance to brag -- she had only lost one spar, and that against a creature enormously larger than herself, Carrack the dingo-corsair. However, Horus' request about the barracks-warming party and Mary's mention of cookies diverted her attention. Turning towards the main part of the room, she smiled and waved a gloved paw towards the good wolf to indicate her permission. She winked cheekily as she spoke her approval across the room.*
A'course ye've got permission, m'buckoe! Jes' so long as yew share some o' those cookies wit' yer kind ol' C'mmand'r.
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Post by Laysi Swiftfoot. on Feb 1, 2007 22:23:39 GMT -5
**Laysi dark eyes scanned the room swiftly as she walked regally in. sniffing the air appreciatively, she strode faster. The fox maid's dress swirled behind her as she allowed a smile to crack her lips. walking over to Marie, she extended a paw.** 'Hello, I am Laysi Swiftfoot. I understtand your in charge.
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Post by Scratchfur on Feb 2, 2007 1:09:27 GMT -5
*Nodding as Marie answered his question, Scratchy seemed to have settled a bit more into his chair, much enjoying its comfortableness. Seeing the cheerful smile reveal itself on Marie's face, he obviouly knew that she was happy about something, and thus didn't want to spoil her mood by asking her to put another log on the fire as it seemed to lose some of its original flare. Getting up from his chair, he quickly made his way toward the neat pile of wood, on the left side of the fireplace, set almost perfectly in a sturdily built holder. Grabbing at a few pieces of wood, he finally settled for a piece that seemed to be quite hefty. Sidestepping to the right, he quickly but carefully placed the log onto the fire, sending some sparks flying in the fireplace to create what looked like a mini fireworks display. All the while, he had been listening to Marie explaining how things had been going for her. It was at the point that she mentioned the tournament that Scratchy's interest was caught so much that he turned around and almost singed his tail in the fire. Taking a step away from the fire, he raised an eyebrow questioningly.* Ternamen'? Wo' ternamen', matey? Ple'se do 'xplain 'bou' this 'ere ternamen'.
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Feb 2, 2007 6:32:48 GMT -5
'course. Best snack I ever carried.
**Passing Mary a few, he started to pass them out to every beast.**
Here you go Commander, Scratchfur, Taundor. You want some Laysi?
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Post by Mary Narai on Feb 2, 2007 21:20:35 GMT -5
* Mary stared at the cookies in her paws with happiness in her eyes. SHe bit in to one and chewed, savoring every bite. * For some reason whenever I get cookies they disapear. Or maybe I just ate them and forgot.
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