Chaos reigned over the bustle permeating both the kitchens and Cavern Hole. A certain somebody who shall remain unnamed may have sneezed all over the beautiful cake baked to perfection by none other than Friar Teer. This grandiose exertion of force via the completely anonymous culprit's nose triggered a cascade of subsequent disasters that spiraled into a colossal mess! Batters, sauces, mixes, who could tell what exactly the various liquids splattered across the floor were? One of the cooks hit a nerve in a recently landed fish causing it to flop into a Deeper'n'ever pie, much to the poor Foremole's chagrin. Hotroot soup seemed to be the only dish that had survived the catastrophe.... not exactly known for it's crowd pleasing properties. Assistant cook Dann rushed out nursing a fresh, healthy looking lump atop his head as he rushed to the Cellars to verify that the drinks at least weren't fraught with spills and splashes. On his way across the room, he mustered everybeasts attention, and hopefully help, "We've got a slightly major problem! Corn could return at any moment with her ten-thousandth completed written work, and I dunno if Seb armed with a measly cuppa tea is gonna buy us the time we need to get this right scoff storm sorted! Skarz!? Verdauga? Somebeast keep'r busy! Tell her.... I dunno, we need stuff from the orchard or something! Or perhaps have her go track down Tammo, goodness knows nobeast can find that cheeky curmudgeon whenever his presence is crucial! Anybeast not distracting Corn, report to the kitchens or... I dunno, set a table or something!" The hysterical squirrel rushed back off on his duties, muttering to himself all the way, seemingly trying to remember something of significance.
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OOC: Let's celebrate! Our resident Cornflower has just made her 10,000th post, and it's time to party! Problem is, as you can very well tell, everything's a mess! This is an RP style celebration, so although shenanigans are absolutely encouraged, please mind that posts should still be made with care and intention. The goal is to clean up and somehow manage to reconstitute a celebratory feast whilst keeping Corn herself oblivious to the going's on. As always, posts should be within the parameters of the forum rules, and HAVE FUN! The current rough time frame is between 1-2 weeks, so make sure to get your posts in!
Friar:
@shisteer of nothing much Strangely absent Abbot:
@Captain Tammo Currently with Corn (out in the gatehouse or the courtyard):
@Sebias of Redwall The about to be fishing Abbey Warrior:
@Matthias720Badgermum: Undesignated
Matthias720 rushes out the kitchens. "I need to go catch another fish for the feast!" He barely dodged knocking over a kitchen assistant on his way out of the kitchens.
(OOC: Happy 10,000 posts, Corn! The front Lawns rename is awesome Dan)
Bursting onto the scene, Verdauga grabbed a strawberry cordial and said, "Well, this drink won't be spilt. Dann, where are the mops and brooms!?"
He just barely got the words out before being knocked over by an onrushing abbey warrior.
"Sorry, sorry!" Matthias720 helps Verdauga up before dashing from the room.
"No, no, it's fine!" Verdauga blurted as Matthias left the room, before looking forlornly at the now half-full cup. Setting it down he started searching for the cleaning supplies.
Corn sighed as she finished the last sentence of the epilogue for her 10,000th manuscript, sitting back in her chair to look at the parchment. This one was one she'd started years ago and worked on as a side project while doing the majority of her other works and it was the one she was most proud of.
Taking a sip of the tea Sebias brought her, Corn turned to smile at the other Abbeybeast. "Thanks Seb! I think I'm done here, you wanna go see what's for lunch?"
OOC: Thanks Verdauga!
WHERE,
IS,
THE LAMB,
SAUCE!!!
"Uh, yeah, sure. Hmm... Before we go, though, would you mind coming with me to the library? I think the Abbey recorder needed some help. Once we're done, maybe we can grab some vittles, eh?"
Teer rounded on Wortshire, glaring daggers at the hare and swinging her ladle expertly to crack on his head.
"Lamb sauce? LAMB SAUCE?! My kitchen is trashed, my food is ruined, the entire feast is going to be a disaster and you're worrying about lamb sauce? Nobeast even likes lamb sauce! Take this cloth and start wiping the table!"
Turning away from the overbaked carrot of a beast, Teer scooped infant Lass up from the floor, where she was 'helping' by transferring a trifle back into its bowl with her paws, getting entirely covered by meadowcream in the process.
"Scott, come look after this little fur ball! She's making a mess on her clothes. Verdauga, the brooms are in the pantry. SCOTT! Hurry up! She's getting damsons in my ear!"
The otter gave a frustrated sigh and began scrubbing at the table, holding Lass in one paw as far from her ears as possible, her voice rising in pitch and volume.
"Help me with this infant!"
Corn frowned. "Help with what? I don't recall hearing about it." Standing up and stretching, the squirrel shook out her paws. "No matter, I suppose. Maybe we can just grab a snack then head up?"
Verdauga lunged, grabbing Lass and using her as a mop to clean up the spilt Deeper'n'Ever Pie.
"Quick, somebody needs to set the tables for the celebration!" he shouted, bumping into the closet door and being hit by a real mop.
*though slightly dazed, manages to double clap bringing in the tesso swarm*
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OKAY! Team three will be handling fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Team five, grill. Team six, sauces.
Get to your stations. Let's go, go, go!
*the tesso rush of to their stations*
*one tesso stops to eat cheese*
WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!
OOC:WOO! Congrats Corn! And great work putting this event together, Dann. Things are off to an extremely terrible start -- and I couldn't be more excited ;D. Now without further ado, I believe I have a
particularly important job to do here. BEHOLD MY AMAZING PERFORMANCE!
Quote from: Dannflower Reguba on August 23, 2020, 07:37:03 PM
Strangely absent Abbot: @Captain Tammo
BIC:(https://media.giphy.com/media/jUwpNzg9IcyrK/giphy.gif)
OOC: Heh.
BIC:
Teer watched Verdauga, slightly shocked at his abuse of the small child. She wasn't getting harmed, but it was certainly a little bit out of the ordinary.
"That's an infant."
Shrugging, Verdauga replied "Maybe, but she works better than the mop seemed to. She needed a bath anyways."
Grabbing the afformentioned mop, Verdauga cleaned up the last of the errant Pie. These celebrations never seemed to go right.
Header was upside down on the ceiling, where, somehow, several flans and pasties had splattered and created more of a mess to add to the greater mess on the floor below. He wasn't quite sure how he was managing to stand on the ceiling, but he wasn't going to investigate it at this present moment. He was too busy helping to try to clean it up, and being on the ceiling was rather beneficial in that endeavour. He whistled "Follow Me Up To Carlow" to himself as he worked.
*a small explosion is heard*
SORRY, SOMETHING WENT WRONG WITH THE BERRY PIE...
OOC: Quick organizers note, I do encourage being silly, but please keep things Redwall canon. This event is supposed to be RP styled, and it was placed in (formerly Cavern Hole) for a reason, cellars level shenanigans are not to be tolerated. An occasional minor inconsistency or oddity is fine, but let's keep things "normal" for the most part please.
Infant Lass screamed and cried as she was slammed into the floor by Verdie and bashed about by busy abbey beasts, she had no idea what she had done to deserve this harsh and painful treatment, but she made sure to alert the whole of mossflower of her pain in the form of blood chilling screams.
Quote from: Dannflower Reguba on August 23, 2020, 10:41:18 PM
OOC: Quick organizers note, I do encourage being silly, but please keep things Redwall canon. This event is supposed to be RP styled, and it was placed in (formerly Cavern Hole) for a reason, cellars level shenanigans are not to be tolerated. An occasional minor inconsistency or oddity is fine, but let's keep things "normal" for the most part please.
OOC: Got it. Sorry.
BIC: After placing Lass in a corner, Verdauga rushed past Tammo's hiding place and grabbed a large fish with several knife marks on it. Shaking the thing and turning to Shisteer, he asked "What do you want me to do with this?"
Corn jerked as the sound of a small child screeching came through her open window, and she ran for the door. "WHAT WAS THAT?" She cried, throwing it open and darting towards the Abbey.
Teer shrugged at the fish and rapidly did her best to quiet the infant. With that volume, Corn might hear and come to investigate.
"I don't know. Is it still edible? Here, Lass, you can have this cup of cordial! Scott, help! Uh... Do you want to help cook? Or... or take some tea to Corn! I think Corn wanted to read you a story. Why don't you go find her? Scott!"
The little otter-squirrel and suffered a bump on the head, and she was not about to let anybeast forget i- Story?! What story?! The one about the big lord badger? Still teary eyed the Infant siffled and asked hesitantly;
"S'ory?" Lass loved stories and Lady Cornflower was the best at telling stories!
Verdauga went out of the kitchen to set one of the tables when he saw Conflower dashing toward the kitchen. Poking his head back inside, he sounded the alarm. "Corns coming this way! Everyone hurry!"
Teer let out a sigh, a mixture of relief and urgency showing in her face as she took the tiny paw and led Lass out of the kitchen, pointing up the steps to Great Hall.
"I think she might be that way. Do you want to go find her?"
Lass could potentially save the day right now. Just please, please cooperate.
Lass jumped up the steps, and ran along the path chanting. "Story! Story! Story!" stripping over her fluffy tail over and over again until she was covered in scratches and bruises.
Corn opened the Abbey door to see Lass running towards her full tilt chanting something, about to run her over. "Whoa!" Corn staggered to the side, having not expected it, and peered down at the young otter-squirrel. She appeared to be rather worse for wear and Corn's brow furrowed for a moment before bending down to get closer to her level with a large smile. "Hi, Lass! What are you up to, little miss?"
Lassie came to a sudden stop, but a little late. She smashed into the door, then jumped to her footpaws
"Tea saided you cou'd tell me s'ory!"
The little otter-squirrel looked up at Corn pleadingly. "Please tell s'ory, Lady Cornf'ower!"
With a slightly exaggerated gasp, Corn held out a paw to steady the Dibbun. "She did, did she? Well now, a story shall have to be told! Have you eaten lunch yet? I haven't, and I'm starving." Corn straightened up and looked around for Sebias, hoping she hadn't just left him hanging in the gatehouse. That would have been rude.
"Oo! I can make you lu'ch!" The bruised dibbun bounced up and down with excitement. "I can do it while you get de s'ory weady!"
Teer heard the excited infant run into Corn and turned back to the kitchen with a sigh of relief, getting to work on the cleanup with a bucket and shovel. None of the food on the floor was salvageable.
"Put all the good food in the pantry. Don't let the soup burn. Could somebeast get started on another salad?"
OOC: Ahem. Sorry I'm late, chaps and chapesses.
BIC:
Sebias came running up, panting heavily. "Hey, mates! Uh... What'chya doing?" The otter sent a glance at Lass. "Sorry I didn't take you to the pond yet. I was going to help the recorder move some books. Would you all want to help? The work would go much faster if everybeast pitched in."
OOC: I hope its not too late for me to join.
In character: One-Eye sighed and put away the large book he had been reading. Perhaps a visit to the kitchens is in order, said the resident Southlander, beginning the walk to the kitchens. About halfway down the stairs, he heard a voice shout something about lamb sauce. He stoped for a breif moment, trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or not. He decided he was crazy, and continud on his way. Upon reaching the kitchen, he was greeted by pure chaos and anarchy. The wildcat retreated for a moment, then called out, "What is going on here?!"
OOC again: This feels like an episode of masterchef without the profanity and a notable lack of Gordon Ramsey.
OOC: Same.
BIC: Ebantu nervously peeped around the door frame and surveyed the kitchen chaos. It looked like a bombsite, she thought to herself, wincing.
"Hi, Teer," she called to her friend. "Is there anything I can do to help?" The wildcat stepped into the doorway, prepared for orders.
Dann returned from the Cellars relieved, but still frantic. He ran to a relatively clean table near the mottled beasts in Cavern Hole before dumping out a bag of parchments he'd completely forgot he was carrying, "Blister me paws, I rather forgot about the community congratulations! Anybeast with some kind words for miss Corn can feel free to swing by and write 'em down! I'll be compiling them all together later as a gift, but please be quick!" After speaking his piece, he rushed back into the kitchens, "Salad! Right away marm!"
OOC: I am indeed asking for very real messages that y'all have for Corn (in character ;) ), and they will be put together for her at a later date, once again, keep in mind that this event is not intended to go any longer than even two weeks. Enjoy the event while it lasts! (EDIT:) I would greatly appreciate it if anybeast that has words for Corn would @ me in the post so I can find it easily, thanks!
Kade, having caused a bit of a ruckus in the kitchen before being promptly kicked out, munched on a turnover merrily as he walked the red halls of Redwall. He looked up at the sunlight streaming in through a nearby window and smiled; today was a day to be outside, not cooped up indoors! Pulling another pastry from a cloth sack he carried, he chewed reflectively. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't help himself when there was so much delicious food around, was it? He was an Otterbadger, for goodness sake! Everybeast knows that, when it comes to food, the only creature more passionate than an Otterbadger is a hare. Kade just hoped that the good friar remained unaware of the sack-full of turnovers he'd snatched prior to vacating the premises. As he approached the abbey entrance, he noticed a group of beasts standing just outside the open doors. It was Corn, Seb, and little Lass! He called out to them, waving his free paw.
"What's this now? I suppose one spot is as good as any for having a wee chat, but somebeasts might think you lot strange for parlaying in a doorway!" Kade laughed heartily. "Not I, though. I would never judge in such a manner." He stepped up to the group and pulled out another turnover. As he was about to pop it into his mouth, he paused in thought before holding it out to nobeast in particular, a large smile spread across his muzzle. "Want one? I've got plenty, I do."
Quote from: Dannflower Reguba on August 24, 2020, 09:38:11 PM
OOC: I am indeed asking for very real messages that y'all have for Corn, and they will be put together for her at a later date, once again, keep in mind that this event is not intended to go any longer than even two weeks. Enjoy the event while it lasts!
OOC: So just post them here, in character?
BIC:
Teer nodded to Eb, gesturing at the steadily restoring kitchen with her chin while she finished scooping up the trifle that Lass had been working on.
"Any help would be great. There's plenty of work to do. Just find something that needs doing and do it. Can somebeast get the pasties out of the oven?"
Through the doorway she managed to catch the basics of what Dann wanted and smiled, nodding.
"A wonderful idea! I'll write a message as soon as I have a spare few minutes."
Wiping the last remains of cream away with a cloth, the unusually slim friaress moved on to the next task, clearing a patch of bench before washing her paws and beginning on some scone dough.
"Whoever caused this disaster is going to get a piece of my mind!"
*begins baking a batch of apple turnovers*
Lass waved happily seeing the cheerful otterbadger approach. "Kage! Kage! Lady Cornf'ower gonna tell us da s'ory!" The dibbun tripped over her tail as she spun to face Kade, sending her crashing down the steps again.
Corn's eyes had zeroed in on Kade's turnover as soon as he'd taken it out of his bag, and when he offered it she eagerly reached out. "I'd love it, thanks." Before she could take it, Lass had tumbled down the stairs and Corn yelped, leaping down after the Dibbun.
"Goodness, Lass! You alright?" She dusted Lass off before pausing and simply scooping her up, placing her on her hip. "You've got to watch where you put your paws, little miss."
Lassie nodded happily and grinned, showing a bloody gap where her tooth had once been. "Mhm! I fine!"
The little otter-squirrel was anything but fine by now, she was covered in gashes, bruises, and scratches, plus a missing tooth and a newly acquired graze on her knee. But she was so exited about the idea of a story, she hardly noticed.
"A story! What a lovely idea! In fact, a good story down in the orchards would be such a wonderful thing indeed, wouldn't it?" Sebias elbowed Lass gently. "Perhaps I could ask Teer to bring you all some snacks later. Corn, do you think you could handle them?"
Quote from: One-Eye the wildcat on August 24, 2020, 02:45:16 AM
OOC: I hope its not too late for me to join.
In character: One-Eye sighed and put away the large book he had been reading. Perhaps a visit to the kitchens is in order, said the resident Southlander, beginning the walk to the kitchens. About halfway down the stairs, he heard a voice shout something about lamb sauce. He stoped for a breif moment, trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or not. He decided he was crazy, and continud on his way. Upon reaching the kitchen, he was greeted by pure chaos and anarchy. The wildcat retreated for a moment, then called out, "What is going on here?!"
OOC again: This feels like an episode of masterchef without the profanity and a notable lack of Gordon Ramsey.
OOC:Thats an interesting thread idea! We have a cooking show and someone will be a very angry host!
Quote from: Sebias of Redwall on August 25, 2020, 06:52:26 PM
"A story! What a lovely idea! In fact, a good story down in the orchards would be such a wonderful thing indeed, wouldn't it?" Sebias elbowed Lass gently. "Perhaps I could ask Teer to bring you all some snacks later. Corn, do you think you could handle them?"
Still standing in the doorway, incidentally blocking the entrance with his large figure, Kade felt a grin of anticipation cross his features. "Oh, we're telling stories, are we? An exciting prospect, to be sure! And as for the snacks, I do believe I am properly equipped to provide such victuals at this very moment!" Kade said, proudly holding out the sackful of turnovers he'd
acquired from the kitchen. "I tell you, it's a beautiful day outside, so I suspect a right little picnic will do us well. What say ye, Corn m'vegetable? Seb and little Lass seem to be all for it."
A look of alarm flitted across Corn's face as she took in the missing tooth and scraped knee. "I think that's a splendid idea, Kade! Let me just run up and get Lass changed into a better outfit, this one's needs a little mending. Maybe we could stop by the infirmary on our way back and get something for that knee, eh?" The little ottersquirrel looked like she'd been tossed around like a ball, and while most of it was minor - the tooth Lass had knocked out was going to come out sooner or later anyway - and a few scratches never killed anybeast, but it would still be good to have them cleaned out.
The tiny child seemed quite exited at the idea of a picnic, and not so exited about being cleaned up which, in the ottersquirrel's experience entailed a bath. "I's fine, Lady Cornf'ower! My wobe is fine, it dust a bit..." Lass glanced down at the dirty, and ripped things she had just called ropes and pondered for a second or two..."Messy...."
Sebias glanced down at Lass then back up to Corn. "Uh... Alright, then. I'll come with you both."
Jared Sandeye entered Cavern Hole wearing his white sailor's suit complete with a blue ribbon in a knot and navy trousers. He had just come straight from the Library. "Hey, does anyone know where the record books on the various types of fish in the Abbey pond went? They've been pilfered from the Library and I've been looking all over for - Whoa!" His eyes widened at the sheer mess around the Kitchens. "What happened here? Who's responsible for this food mess? I thought we were professionals!"
"Ve are!" Header said, still on the ceiling. "Ve're alzae profezzionalz at makin' a vee mezz tae boot!" He had managed to clean most of the flans and pasties off the ceiling, but there were still a couple left. If all of this wasn't for Cornflower, they might have asked her for help. She was always so good at organising things and keeping them in order.
@Dannflower Reguba
Glaring at Hiag, Teer pointed to the ground, footpaw tapping impatiently.
"Hiag, come down from there. We don't want to have to clean up splattered blood and guts as well as all this mess. TinTin, I have no idea where your fishing records are. Maybe ask our champion. He's gone to the pond to get some more fish."
Sighing in frustration, the otter flicked her ladle at a paw straying too close to the flagon of Strawberry cordial and continued her work as best she could.
Kade inspected the infant as Corn spoke of taking her to the infirmary. "Oh, aye. The little 'un does seem to have a scrape or two, does she not?" He then smiled gently at the small creature. "I'll tell you what, me little Lass, if you be a good dibbun and go to the infirmary with us, I'll give you a turnover and tell you of a tale called 'The Golden Mouse and the Ottermaid'. How does that sound?"
Jared threw his arms up in the air in resignation. "All right, fine, if no one wants to help me, then I'll just do this myself!" He pivoted on his heels and picked up a mop and bucket, and began painstakingly cleaning up as much of the food mess as he could. "I'll look for my fish records later; this is the real priority right now! If we just catch more fish, it'll create more messes!"
He began by mopping the short staircase that separated Cavern Hole from the main halls of the Abbey. Looking up at Header, he added, "Now just how in the name of Martin did you get up there?"
Quote from: Kade Rivok on August 28, 2020, 03:20:16 PM
Kade inspected the infant as Corn spoke of taking her to the infirmary. "Oh, aye. The little 'un does seem to have a scrape or two, does she not?" He then smiled gently at the small creature. "I'll tell you what, me little Lass, if you be a good dibbun and go to the infirmary with us, I'll give you a turnover and tell you of a tale called 'The Golden Mouse and the Ottermaid'. How does that sound?"
The little otter-squirrels eyes widened and she nodded several times, a big grin spreading across her bruised and battered face, making her missing tooth ever more noticeable. "Mhm! I be weally good!"
OOC: Corn, you really need to react...
Throwing her head back with a laugh, Corn tickled Lass's stomach briefly. "I'm sure you will. Your smile is gonna be precious when we get you cleaned up." She walked back up the stairs and went to poke Kade. "Move outta the way, you big lug."
Cleaning the last of the flans and pasties from the ceiling (finally), Header sighed. This was the biggest mess they had had recently- and most of the other ones were in the Cellars. He waited after Teer had commented to him, and when she looked away for a moment he briefly stuck his tongue out at her.
He looked down from the ceiling at Jared. "Ah'm actually nae quoite zure. Vone minute Ah 'ad me footpavz on ze ground, ze next..." He tapped his mop on the ceiling twice to indicate what had happened next, but suddenly whatever was keeping his footpaws on the ceiling let him go, and he crashed to the floor.
He managed fortunately not to break or injure anything, but it was still a loud fall. "...Zat." he finished saying to Jared. "Except backvardz vertically." He dusted himself off, and stood up. "Vell, on tae ze next zin' tae clean!" he said, picking up his mop, which had fallen back down with him, and started cleaning another area of the kitchen that was in need of it.
The little otter squealed with delight and giggled, as she curled up slightly, seeming not to notice her wounds at all, alas, this was not the case, or at least, not for long, but the tiny dibbun had seen her older sister and Scott laughing and grinning when they were hurt, so she did the same. Little did she know that they were laughing because of her, Lass simply thought it wouldn't hurt so much when she would be a big warrior.
"We donna go see da dot'as? I wanna be like de do-...Dot-...Doctas?"
The salad was about ready to be tossed, so Dann handed it off to one of the present volunteers before seeking out Teer again, "Salads about sorted, what needs doin' post haste?.. Oh, have you perchance had an opportunity ta get out yet? Corn's papers and whatnot."
OOC: Just a reminder, we've got about one more week, don't forget to stop by the table In Character and write something down if you would like to leave a message for Cornflower!
Quote from: HeadInAnotherGalaxy on August 29, 2020, 03:58:17 AM
Cleaning the last of the flans and pasties from the ceiling (finally), Header sighed. This was the biggest mess they had had recently- and most of the other ones were in the Cellars. He waited after Teer had commented to him, and when she looked away for a moment he briefly stuck his tongue out at her.
He looked down from the ceiling at Jared. "Ah'm actually nae quoite zure. Vone minute Ah 'ad me footpavz on ze ground, ze next..." He tapped his mop on the ceiling twice to indicate what had happened next, but suddenly whatever was keeping his footpaws on the ceiling let him go, and he crashed to the floor.
He managed fortunately not to break or injure anything, but it was still a loud fall. "...Zat." he finished saying to Jared. "Except backvardz vertically." He dusted himself off, and stood up. "Vell, on tae ze next zin' tae clean!" he said, picking up his mop, which had fallen back down with him, and started cleaning another area of the kitchen that was in need of it.
Jared instinctively jumped backward as Header came falling down from the ceiling, almost tripping over his mop bucket behind him. But he righted his posture just in time and wiped his brow in relief. "Well, as long as you're okay, that's what matters." He helped Header dust himself off before returning to his task. When the stairs were finished, he moved to the main floor of Cavern Hole, trying to mop up as much as he could.
He shrugged cluelessly at everyone else and scoffed in sarcastic amusement. "This is a downright terrible mess we've made, probably the worst debacle of the Kitchens ever recorded in Abbey history! Well done, everyone; well done, indeed! Perhaps I should include fish on the list? Would you like me to scrub the tables with a freshly-caught raw trout, too?"
Ebantu hesitated for a moment before shrugging and rolling up her sleeves. She pulled open the oven and her eyes widened. "Er, Teer? I think removing the pasty might be a bit harder than you thought. It appears to have sort of...well, exploded."
She backed away from the oven, muttering "I think I'll let you deal with this," and grabbed a large metal saucepan, filling it with food scraps from around the kitchen.
"I'm taking this out to the compost bins," the wildcat called to Shisteer as she carefully made her way to the door and exited the Abbey building.
She almost collided with Cornflower and quickly signaled for the squirrel to go first. Ebantu winced as she saw Lass.
"What happened to you, little missy?"
Sebias followed Corn and Lass, throwing a glance at Kade and mouthed the words: "Help me keep an eye on her." Catching up, Sebias turned to Lass. "Hey, maybe Corn will tell you a nice long story while you're in the Infirmary! And if you behave, maybe we'll all go fishing afterwards!"
Teer placed the scones on a tray at tidy intervals, not stopping her work as she looked up at Dann apologetically.
"Thank you. No, I haven't yet. I'll do that once these scones are in the oven."
The first tray filled, the otter turned to fetch another one, lifting an incredulous eyebrow at Eb's revelation. How in the name of seasons had the pastie exploded?
"Oh dear. I'll have a look at that soon. I don't think there was anything wrong with the filling and I definitely spiked the pastry. Are the pasties on the windowsill cooled enough?"
Giving a tired sigh and rubbing a floury paw through her head fur, the cook began filling the next tray with scones, casting a despairing glance around the chaotic room. At this rate lunch would never be ready in time.
Quote from: Cornflower MM on August 29, 2020, 02:55:51 AM
Throwing her head back with a laugh, Corn tickled Lass's stomach briefly. "I'm sure you will. Your smile is gonna be precious when we get you cleaned up." She walked back up the stairs and went to poke Kade. "Move outta the way, you big lug."
"Hmm?" Kade said as he was poked, not at first realizing that he was blocking Corn's path. "Ah, silly me. I appear to be in the way of yon little one's aid, am I not? I do apologize." Stepping to the side, he made of show of bowing elegantly with his free arm extended, showing them the way in. "Please, do come into my humble abode."
Quote from: Sebias of Redwall on August 30, 2020, 01:23:08 AM
Sebias followed Corn and Lass, throwing a glance at Kade and mouthed the words: "Help me keep an eye on her." Catching up, Sebias turned to Lass. "Hey, maybe Corn will tell you a nice long story while you're in the Infirmary! And if you behave, maybe we'll all go fishing afterwards!"
Kade walked alongside the group, placing himself on the side of Corn on which the entrance to Cavern Hole was located. Hopefully this way he could physically block any curious gazes that could be thrown in that direction. Honestly, he'd prefer to just head outside and wait for them, but he did feel somewhat responsible for the current crisis and so decided to do what he could to help. As long as said help didn't involve him
not eating food, that is. After all, there was only so much he could do!
OOC: Sorry for the weird nature of this post, but we got a little mixed up as far as order of events goes, so I tried to smooth things out a bit.
Politely keeping his distance out of respect for the other goings-on in the Kitchens and Cavern Hole, Jared kept his eyes meticulously fixed on the ceiling. One last delicious pastry curiously still stuck to it, but, as if prompted by his suspicious observation, it immediately started to slip and fall towards the ground.
Jared moved in a blur, flipping an upturned crockpot on the floor bowl-side up with his foot and kicking it straight away from him. It slid across the floor and stopped beneath the falling pastry, which landed safely in the pot unscathed.
Jared pumped his fists in the air and danced with his mop. "Boom! Blacksmith instincts, baby! One pastry saved!"
Just then, Daniel emerged from his long walk in Mossflower Woods. He often left for extended periods of time with no prior warning, which the fellow Abbeybeasts had become accustomed to. However, he was not going to miss the celebration of his friend Corn in any situation. He popped his head around the corner of the door into the kitchen, and asked, 'How can I help?'
Matthias poked his head in. "Dan! Perfect timing! I just landed a large grayling, and I need help bringing it here. Many paws make the work light, y'know."
OOC: Dan, feel free to include me in any action you need in your next post.
Glancing curiously into the pot Ebantu held, Corn almost forgot to answer the wildcat once it was clear Lass wasn't. "She bounced off a few walls, then took the fast way down the stairs. Say, what's all this you've got? That looks a lot fancier than normal lunch."
At that moment Jared made his pasty save and she whipped around, eyes wide as she was startled by the noise coming through the Great Hall. "Jared? You alright?" She began to move towards Cavern Hole, concerned.
Ebantu felt ill as she looked down in the pan as well, desperately trying to think of an explanation. "Oh, er...I was just cleaning out all the cupboards and stuff. You will not believe how much food gets stuck on the inside of the ovens." At least that's true, she thought. She realised Cornflower wasn't listening and saw in horror where she was heading.
"Oh! Don't worry about that, Cornflower; I'll see what's going on." she placed herself in front of the squirrel and smiled encouragingly. "You go and take care of Lass. She looks as if she needs to visit the Infirmary."
Header smelled something in a nearby oven, and so went to investigate. "Ziz iz vhere ze Plum Pie iz, aye?" he said. "Zmellz loike.." He opened it and a cloud of smoke spewed out from the oven. "Zmellz loike," he said, coughing, "tiz a vee bit pazt done." There went something else.
Jared picked up the crockpot containing the fallen pastry, a strawberry turnover that, like the others, had become inexplicably stuck to the ceiling. "Yes, I'm all right! Everything's all right!" He called over his shoulder down the hall adjoined to Cavern Hole. "We're fine here, no need to check on me! I just saved the last pastry!"
He carried the crockpot and turnover to the Kitchens, mindfully navigating the mess around Cavern Hole. After he returned the turnover to the cooks, he placed the crockpot in the sink, and began to wash it with water and soap.
Teer let out a groan as she rushed over, peering into the oven at the pie, its top now blackened with a layer of charcoal. Why was nothing working out today? She had never had this many disasters! At this rate the Abbot would decide she was getting too old to run the kitchens and would replace her. She had only been a friar for three seasons! She didn't even have grey fur yet, though that'd probably change by the end of the day.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Hiag. I'll see what I can do."
The plum filling wasn't going to go to waste, even if the pastry on top had burnt. With a bit of care, most of the dish could probably be saved.
The otter's mind began working over the problem as the slipped oven mits over her paws and retrieved the large dish, sliding a tray of scones in its place and closing the oven door. Scones...
"Do we have any leftover scones from yesterday's supper? If so, I'd like to use them, please."
Taking a thin metal spatula from a drawer, the friar began carefully lifting the charred top off the pie. It was a delicate process, but the slim cook was an expert at it from the countless seasons of lifting pie tops to prank them with peas and other such ingredients as a dibbun. She'd realised, as a cook's helper, why the friar had been so angry about it, but she blessed the practice now. This plum pie would be salvaged because of it.
One-Eye was attemping to work an oven, when the flame migrated to his habit sleeve. The wildcat flailed around for a moment, before dumping a cauldron of soup on his fire-engulfed arm. By the time he had found his way back to the oven, the dish had been burned to a crisp. "I miss my armor. Metal doesen't catch fire." grumbled the cat, before gathering the ingredients necessary to remake the dish. "Hey, how many more dishes we going ta do?" said the wildcat, speaking to no one in particular.
Corn frowned at the direction of Cavern Hole, having stopped in her tracks. "The last pastry? What's going on down there?" She looked back at Ebantu with a question in her eyes, her concern fo rLass warring with her desire to make sure everything was going alright in the kitchens.
Ebantu hid her anguish and gently shoved Cornflower in the direction of the Infirmary. "I'll check the kitchens; you take care of Lass. Go on!" She met Kade's gaze, silently imploring him to help.
Quote from: One-Eye the wildcat on September 01, 2020, 03:10:18 AM
One-Eye was attemping to work an oven, when the flame migrated to his habit sleeve. The wildcat flailed around for a moment, before dumping a cauldron of soup on his fire-engulfed arm. By the time he had found his way back to the oven, the dish had been burned to a crisp. "I miss my armor. Metal doesen't catch fire." grumbled the cat, before gathering the ingredients necessary to remake the dish. "Hey, how many more dishes we going ta do?" said the wildcat, speaking to no one in particular.
Jared finished washing the crockpot and placed it safely away in the cupboard. On his way back, he reflexively snatched the pastry he'd caught in the crockpot. "Just about six more, I think, One-Eye," he answered the wildcat with an assuring smile. He also took a small towel and wiped the last of the soup stains from One-Eye's sleeve. "How about we split the job? You take three and I'll take three. Our teamwork will get the job done fast." Then he "conjured" the pastry from behind his back and offered it to his friend. "Strawberry turnover?"
"Thank you, comrade." said the cat, consuming the turnover in a single gulp. "Three more each sounds good." said One-Eye, returning to the oven and his large pile of ingredients.
Lass had found herself ever so slowly slipping out of Corn's arms as the squirrel got more and more distracted by the sounds from the kitchen, by the time Ebby had finished speaking, the little otter-squirrel was clinging onto Corn's arm as tightly as she could, but the tiny beast was far too weak, and she finally fall, and what a screech she let out, quite surprising the volume such a small thing can make. Lass almost bounced when she hit the ground, and she then hit into Ebby's lower leg.
Jared went to the sink and washed his share of three flat plates, and placed them in the cupboard alongside the crockpot. He washed the soap from his paws and wiped them with a towel. Then his enhanced ears twitched at the sudden earsplitting sound of screaming, and he recoiled and flattened his ears over his head, pressing his dry paws to them to block out the noise. "What on earth was that?" He hurried out of the Kitchen and Cavern Hole to go investigate.
"Is everything okay? What happened?!"
When One-Eye heard the screech, his mind immediately retured to his wartime misadventures. The wildat was ina deep flashback for the next 20 seconds. He suddenly snapped back to lucidity. "I really need to do something about those flashbacks." said the wildcat, finishing the last of the three dishes and bolting off to find the source of the noise.
As she felt Lass slipping out of her grasp and falling to the floor Corn lunged to catch the Dibbun, but was too slow. "Oh goodness little bit, I'm so sorry!" She hurried over to where Lass had rolled up against Ebantu and knelt, extending her arms. "It's alright, you're okay, promise."
She glanced at the crowd that was forming at the entrance to Cavern Hole and blushed. "Lass slipped, but she's alright, I think."
The little infant sobbed, more from the fright than anything else, but at this point, it was becoming very hard to differentiate the new bruises from the old(/ slightly less old). It certainly didn't help that everybeast seemed so concerned. This, in Lass' mind meant that something very bad had happened, which only made her cry more, and she looked up at Corn, her big brown eyes wide with fright. But at the kind Squirrel's words, Lass calmed down a bit. The tiny otter-squirrel crawls back over to Corn, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
Kade had been watching the goings on, absentmindedly munching on another turnover. "Aye, she looks right enough, but we should probably continue on with escorting the wee dear to the infirmary, don't you think? I believe a number of creatures have come to gawk, I do."
Corn reached out and wiped Lass's tears away with a corner of her apron before scooping her up again. "It's okay, little miss. Let's go get you cleaned up, yeah? You're all good." As she spoke she'd checked Lass after sneakily and the little ottersquirrel hadn't been harmed any further.
One-Eye ran through the abbey at high speeds, eventually coming to a stop near Corn, Eb, and the crying Lass. The wildcat's single eye switched from Lass, to Corn, and back to Lass. The wildcat's brain put two and two together, got five, and asked Corn "Am I goin' crazed, or was there a scream about a min' ago?"
Jared hurried over and patted Lass comfortingly on the head. "You're okay, little darling. You're all right. You are in no danger here at all. We're here to take care of you, okay?" He stood back up and raised his palms in a pushing-back motion to redirect the gathered crowd back to Cavern Hole. "Okay, everyone! Problem is resolved! Let's get back to work and finish the cooking before the sun sets! Go, go, go!" He pushed through the throng and led the way back to Cavern Hole and the Kitchens.
Turning around to the small crowd that was starting to disperse, Lass took a deep breath and then let it out shakily. "T'ankoo, Tingar. I sowwy I sc'eameded so loudly...I no-no meaned t' disupt you f'om your work..."
After saying this, she turned back to Corn, tears still in her deep, brown eyes. "We Donna go see de dotas now?"
The door slammed open, leaving Jarky silhouetted in the sudden stream of sunlight. The salamaxalotlhare strode up to Corn.
"Hello. I think two of my alternate personalities are kind of trapped inside my head."
"Please do something," came another voice. "It's awfully uncomfortable in here."
Teer stood back, considering her work with a satisfied smile. It was good. Moving the pie turned crumble into the oven to brown on top, the chef turned back to the room, noticing it to be basically empty. Shrugging the magter aside, Teer began chopping a cabbage. Salad was important and nobeast else seemed capable of making a decent coleslaw, except Corn and occasionally Kade, the former of which wasn't supposed to know anything about this disaster and the latter of which had partially caused it.
A couple of small apples, diced, and a pawful of pumpkin seeds were tossed into the bowl on top of the sliced cabbage, then went a capsicum, some grated carrot, a chunk of cucumber and several oils and such to form a dressing. A few secret ingredients also went in, then the bowl was set aside and the otter began on the next dish as beasts began to trickle back into the kitchen.
"What was that about? Sudden holiday? TinTin, could you prepare to mixture to go on the fish, please? I really need to get out and put that message down for Corn and you seem to be good at sea food preparation."
OOC: Hey y'all just wanted to say that there's been a bit of an extension. I will be trying to wrap this all up soon, but I wanted to give everyone a couple of days to PM me a message for Corn. Since the "In Character" writing on the parchments idea didn't turn out, I figured I'd switch it over to PM's (which also makes it a surprise for her as to what she's gonna get ;) ) If you want to be included in compiled congratulations "card" be sure to send me your words for her soon!
(OOC: Yeah, sorry about that, but in character I'm a dibbun, sooo...Also, what sorta thing are you asking for? I'm not 100% sure..)
Jared arrived back at the Kitchens with the others, just in time to hear Teer ask him to prepare the mixture for the fish. He took a spare apron from a hook rack and quickly donned it. "Sure, Teer. I'll get right on it."
He laid the fish - "decorated" as it was with its numerous knife marks - horizontal on a wooden board and grabbed the nearest available large wooden bowl. On another board, he chopped mint leaves, rosemary, thyme, cilantro, and basil and threw them all into the bowl. He added mayonnaise and sliced almonds and mixed everything together. Finally, he spread the resulting mixture delicately over the fish with his spatula, putting down a surface layer and creating a mouthwatering seafood delicacy.
"Ta-da! Behold, a fish!
"Now where are my books?!"
Teer smiled, taking a moment to watch Tinarandel at his work. He quite clearly knew what he was doing.
"Thanks, Tin."
Going into Cavern Hole, the otter approached the table where Dann had left the scrolls, picking up a quill and dipping it into a pot of ink, her lips pursed in thought as her paw hovered over the paper.
Dear Corn...
OOC:
@lass of something much Anything you want to say to her. This whole event is really just to celebrate the time she's spent here, and the things she's brought to the forum because of it. We're celebrating
her. So, if you have kind words for her , I'm compiling them to give to her as one combined message.
The moment Teer had left the kitchens, a hare wondering by attempted to seize the opportunity to enter the kitchens. Dann stood in his way, ladle pointing threateningly, still dripping with soup, "You so much as take another step in and so 'elp me I'll make a right mess 'o the place me'self and blame it on you, ye'll be in twice the trouble, and thrice that once Miz Teer 'ears about it!"
Teer gave a sigh of satisfaction, reading through the message. It was only a quick one. There wasn't time to do something hugely long-winded. Placing the quill back where she'd found it, the otter gathered up some dishes and headed back to the kitchen, passing the resident hare on the way passed.
"Long face, that. I imagine you've just been to the kitchen and they wouldn't let you in? Good on them. Make yourself useful and sweep Cavern Hole, will you?"
Not waiting for a reply, the chef swept into the kitchen, depositing her load by the washing tub and pulling the scones from the oven.
Corn smiled down at Lass and pet her head gently. "Indeed we are. We'll get you all cleaned up and your scrapes washed as Kade tells you a story, and then we'll get a nice lunch out by the pond. And maybe, if you're super good, you'll get a candied chestnut or two while we're up there!" The squirrel was still distracted by Jared and the mystery surrounding the kitchens - Did something burn? Why is everybeast in the kitchens, and why does it seem like there's so much work to be done? - but made an attempt to shake it off. Clearly, it was either under control or getting there and Lass was more important at the moment.
She turned to Jarky as the salamaxalotlhare walked up and blinked. "Goodness. That does sound rather crowded and uncomfortable. Come on up to the infirmary with me and the little miss here and we'll see what we can do, yeah?"
Kade nodded sagely and started walking towards the infirmary, gesturing for Corn and Jarky to follow. "Indeed indeed. Perhaps the story I'll be telling to the little Lass here will also help put those pesky personalities to sleep? One can hope as much, at the very least. Either who, let us be off!"
Jared transferred the raw fish from the wooden board onto a metal baking pan and carefully inserted it inside the last available oven. It had already been preheated to 350 degrees, so Jared set the timer to 6 minutes. He straightened up and removed his oven mitts and returned them to their drawer. Then he set about cleaning up, washing, and putting away his cooking utensils and tools. After he finished, he shed his apron and replaced it back on its hook.
He bowed graciously to everyone else. "Thank you for the wonderful opportunity to help out with this exciting and heartwarming event. If there's nothing else I need to do, I'll be off looking for my fish books now."
Jared shuffled his sandals and sped off towards the Library.
A fair amount of time had passed, Corn had been gone for awhile, the kitchens and halls were mostly cleaned, and the food was almost prepped. Dann took this opportunity to run out and gather the parchments, hiding himself away as he scrawled his own message so he could finish assembling them. It wasn't long after that he was done, soon followed by the finished preparations. The feast was clearly going to be a bit... rougher, than normal, but at least it was clean and plentiful, "Hey, has anybeast gone to summon Corn and the others yet?"
Teer added the finishing touch, a sprig of peppermint, to the dish she had been working on and looked up, smiling at the finished dishes. At least they had a meal now.
"I don't think so. I'm finished with this, should I go fetch them while the servers lay things out on the table?"
The otter needed some time to get herself back under control and maybe smooth down some fur. At the moment she'd probably be sight enough to spook a badger, with fluff sticking up in all directions and a good portion of berry juice spilled down her front. If she didn't have time to clean herself up, she'd eat in the kitchen. Nobeast would see her turn up to the table in this state.
Dann shrugged in response, "You're the boss roun' ere ma'am, I'd do it meself, but I don't want 'er catchin wind o' the surprise." He started mentally checking his own appearance as he spoke, coming to the sudden realization that he probably wasn't much better off than the head cook.
Corn held onto Lass's paw tightly as they left the Infirmary with the little ottersquirrel all patched up and in new clothes. They were starting to draw close to the stairs and knowing Lass, she'd find a way to throw herself down them if Corn didn't keep a careful eye on her. "So, now that we're all cleaned up, what do you say we grab a real lunch and eat out by the pond?"
With a massive grin that exposed her missing tooth Lass nodded, as if nothing had happened. "Then you tell a S'ory?"
Lass looked down again as they took the steps, she made sure to take them one by one so as not to trip, then after the steps the littleotter squirrel broke into a skip, hamming as she did so. "Le's go wewy fas' so we don' miss out!" Tugging at Corn's paw as she skipped faster.
Smoothing her head fur, Teer made her way to the stairs, feeling significantly less frazzled now that she had some clean clothes on. She smiled as the recognised the voice of little Lass. Hopefully the young one had also found a clean smock.
Rounding a corner, the otter smiled as she took in the little group of beasts.
"Ah, hello. I was just looking for you lot. Time for food."
Jarky jogged to catch up with Corn and Lass. "How can you little dibbuns run so FAST?!" she panted, skidding along the carpeted floor.
"Congratulations on 10,000!" Great Hall erupted in noise and cheer as Corn and her small entourage of conspirators arrived from the Infirmary. There was much paw shaking and exchanging of greetings before the room quieted down enough to think again. It didn't take Dann much time at all to spot his friend, and he soon found himself beside the squirrelmaid, albeit, now feeling much more bashful. Despite his trepidation, he forced himself forward, offering the parchment, "S'scuse me miss Corn? I just thought uuuh, well... Here! 'Tis a gift from the rest of us to you in celebration of your accomplishment!"
The Parchment
(https://i.postimg.cc/HnVPx54W/Parchment.jpg)
OOC: The image appears to have been shrunk from its' original upload size
Corn had been taken completely by surprise as she entered Great Hall, and her eyes grew a bit misty as she was surrounded by her favorite people. "Awwwww, you guys! Thank you so much! You really didn't have to go through all of this for me." She took the parchment from Dann and unrolled it, quickly becoming drawn into the contents.
After a few moments she looked up again with a tear rolling down her cheek and a large smile on her face. "Thank you guys, I really appreciate it. Love y'all."
OOC: Okay but seriously - Thank you guys, so much. This RP has been a blast and all y'all's kind messages really did make me a bit misty. It means the world to me to have y'all as friends. Before I hit post, though,
@Captain Tammo this one's for you: bbxcdfdgtfgjhujmk,jhnjk,lbgv ewedr edsfrtgrdcdfxasauighjhuuiuijfgdf
Teer beamed, clearing her way through the gathered beasts with her ladle and giving Corn a hug.
"It was a pleasure, Corn. Besides, what trouble? Lunch needed to happen anyway. A few extra surprises and a fancy table setting is barely any trouble at all!"
Alright, it had been a little bit of trouble and, until ten minutes ago, the otter had felt the need to rip her fur out, but the evidence of all the chaos was largely gone and she wasn't going to let Corn know about any of it.
Jared returned to Cavern Hole from the Library just in time for the celebration. He dashed down into Cavern Hole and stopped just short of the main lunch table. He bent over to catch his breath and waved to Corn to show that he was all right.
"I'm fine, Corn. Everything is fine. I found my missing fish catalogues!" He straightened up and beamed brightly at Corn. "I was honored to help put these festivities together. But it was an even deeper honor to be your friend and student for these many months that we've known each other." He pointed to his section of the parchment to emphasize his point.
Then he turned to the others and raised his arms encouragingly. "Well, what we are waiting for, everyone? Let's eat!"
He cupped his paws around his mouth and called into the Kitchens, "Bring out the fish!"
Kade could hardly wait for the food, but restrained himself from storming the kitchen as he patted Corn on the back with a smile. "Aye, as these wonderful beasts have said, m'grain, it was no trouble at all! Of course, I did most of the work setting everything up, but that is neither here nor there nor anywhere, really. Having a creature like you about brings smiles to all around, so don't fret and just enjoy yourself!" The Otterbadger's smile slowly turned into a grin as he continued. "Oh, and no crying! I know some of the beasts around here a tad unsightly, myself included, but that's no reason to turn on the waterfalls, now is it? Now..." His voice trailed away as his eyes slowly turned back towards the kitchens and the food that was surely hidden within. He wasn't going to have to go back there himself and help, was he?
Quote from: Cornflower MM on September 18, 2020, 04:54:42 AM
Before I hit post, though, Captain Tammo this one's for you: bbxcdfdgtfgjhujmk,jhnjk,lbgv ewedr edsfrtgrdcdfxasauighjhuuiuijfgdf
OHMYGOSH, that was a big one
*runs to bandage corn's head while she (probably) laughs maniacally*
tch, why do you do this to yourself -- you know I could
feel your head crunching when I read that right? Is it weird I'm also proud of this? It's gotta be your biggest word yet
*trips into the topic*
Owe who put that there
*looks around confusedly*
"Hi, kolyman!"
Dann leaned in close and embraced Corn gently, "We only did it because we all Love you too, nice job ya silly goose!"