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Post by Mary Narai on Jun 4, 2006 2:04:05 GMT -5
Sure, let me get a cup for you. * Elena strides to the kitchen and grabs a cup from one of the cupboards. Going back she pours out some strawberry fizz for Larkspur. She paws it over.* There you go, enjoy.
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Post by Xumim Blacktarn on Jun 4, 2006 2:21:05 GMT -5
Woohoo! *Larkspur accepts the cup gratefully, sniffing at the pinkish liquid appreciately.* Wahaha, it tickles...*She giggles a little, very out of character for a former officer.*
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Sandegar
Off-Call Lieutenant
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Post by Sandegar on Jun 18, 2006 6:39:01 GMT -5
*A tall, dark fawn-furred hare wearing a dark midnight blue cloak over a sandy-orange tunic slipped into the tavern, trying not to let his boots squeak from the water on them. He slowly makes his way over to the counter, fumbling with the brooch on his soggy and heavy cloak. He draws a chair from the counter somewhat far from the other beasts and sits down. He finally undoes his brooch, and takes off his cloak. He takes the menu and stares at it blankly for a moment before realizing he was trying to read it upside down. He flips it over and examines it, frowning thoughtfully. Sandegar leans back on his chair and opens the small bag at his sash. He takes out a couple of small, yellowish coins and gently sets them down on the counter. He gestures glumly for a server to come over. He glances at the menu one more time before giving his order.*
I'll take the grilled fillet o' fish and some cider, thanks.
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jun 18, 2006 14:27:58 GMT -5
*Finnerator strolled into the tavern, attracted by the scent of bread hot out of the oven. She takes a seat at a table with a smile on her face. Finnerator accepts the menu from the shrew and takes a look at it. She quickly decides on her order and communicates it to the shrew* I'll have some cider, a bowl of vegetable soup and a roll of bread please.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jun 22, 2006 22:52:30 GMT -5
OOC: Ahh! I forgot to check!!! BIC; * Elena writes teh oreders down on a notebook and says.* Coming right up. * She goes to the kitchen and tells Rosie.* Rosemary, we need bread, vegetable soup adn a grilled fillet of fish. I'll get the drinks.* She rips the piece of paper out of the notebook adn leaves it on the counter so the shrew could look at it to be reminded. She then pours two cups of cider and takes one to Finnerator and one to Sandegar. She says cheerily as she puts each drink on the apropriate table.* Here you go. Your meals will be coming soon.
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Sandegar
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Post by Sandegar on Jun 23, 2006 9:56:45 GMT -5
*Sandegar cheers up markedly as Elena gives him his drink. His eyes brighten and he takes his cup. He smiles at Elena thankfully and sips the cider a little. His eyes light up and a happy smile spreads across his face. He takes another quick mouthful and almost chokes, but manages not to. He leans back in his chair, setting down his cup on the counter, wondering what his meal will be like. His stomach grumbles, and Sandegar chuckles. He looks about, now somehow less sleepy and tired. He sighs in satisfaction and takes another sip of his cider.*
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jun 26, 2006 17:18:33 GMT -5
*Finnerator accepts the drink with a smile and sips it happily. The otter looks around the room to see if there was anybeast that she knew. Immediately she spotted Sandegar and called to him* Sandegar, how are things?
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 20, 2006 15:59:01 GMT -5
**The door bag open and Raiden walks in half coated in water and half coated in ice, while ringing rain water from his now limp and falling crest of head fur.**
Hi. could I have a mug of warm cider, a bowl of hotroot soup with only 6 spoons of pepper in, I don't want to join the contest, oh, and a farl (loaf) of barley bread please. Oh (again...) before I forget, are you still looking for servers? If you are, I'd like to be hired as one.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 20, 2006 23:04:35 GMT -5
* Elena shrugs at the last question, as she writes everything down, all at the same time.* I wouldnt' know. Ask Rosie, wherever she went.* Goes in to the kitchen and gets a bowl of hotroot soup and spoons 6 spoonfuls of hotroot pepper. Then she pours some cider and grabs a small farl of bread from a shelf. Loading them on to a tray, she takes it to RAiden adn loads all the conenets of the tray on to the table.* There you go.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 22, 2006 11:22:53 GMT -5
**Raiden smiles as he accepts the food and places several odd-looking coins in Elena's paw. Upon seeing her confusement the explained what they were**
I belive they are called Brochins, a form of money in the eastlands, pretty valuble I think, well I have had them for a few years, I'd kinda forgot about them.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 23, 2006 0:20:58 GMT -5
* Elena picks up to coin and upon inspecting it, she says.* Huh. Well, I dont' see any prices, and I'm not sure what the form of money is here, if any. So just keep your coins.* She hands all but one back. Holding up the coin that she didnt hand back, she says.* Can I keep this one?
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 23, 2006 1:44:16 GMT -5
**Raiden smlied at the maid.**
Ye' can keep the lot if'n ye want to, I have no real need for them, I spent more time fightin' than restin' anyway, so I insist you keep all the coins I handed you, souveriers if you will, I'm still seeking my doom you know, who knows how much my stuff will be worth considering my reputaion in the northlands, especialy in my clan's lands since I'm wanted dead or alive for multiple mureder, but they'l never take me alive, it's a long story really, one I'd rather not talk about. Well, life is as life does.
**Raiden smiles again and takes a sip of cider and visably starts to relax a bit.**
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 23, 2006 7:57:36 GMT -5
The tavern door opens and in walks Taundor, soaking wet and half frozen. He sniffs appreciatively at the aromas floating around .Dripping water, he walks toward the bar and sits down, reading the menu. "Do you have anything stronger than October ale? And what are they eating?" he asks, motioning towards Marie and Aster.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 23, 2006 8:17:26 GMT -5
**Raiden looks over at Taundor and answers his question with an answer and a question of his own.**
Them lot's havin' a hotroot soup contest, incedently, have you come down south from the nor'lands this week?
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 23, 2006 8:47:15 GMT -5
Taundor turns around to look at Raiden. "From the North, but been down south for a while. Don't have much of a Northern accent unless I'm angry or frustrated. The hotroot, how hot is it?"
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