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Date Posted: 19:39:15 07/30/02 Tue
Author: Mignon
Author Host/IP: boisapanas19poolA193.bois.uswest.net / 63.228.243.193
Subject: ((text))
In reply to: Xan Keilar 's message, ">.< And the promised RP starter, though it IS complete crap... *suffering from lack of creativity* *slight wince* "So, you're all in a bar..."" on 13:59:48 07/30/02 Tue

**A weaselbabe dressed in a clean white smock and apron is seated at a table for two across the room from Xan, licking cake crumbs hungrily from her paws. Just the top of her thick, unruly black curls can be seen over the tabletop, bobbing slightly as she greedily sucks the last bit of strawberry shortcake from her right paw. Abruptly the dibbun hops off the stool she was seated on ontu the floor. Like the fox, she seems to look around as if in search of somebeast she knows too, wiping off her paws on the new smock and leaving a dirty smear behind, again in typical dibbun fashion. All traces of her former attire are gone; when the fortbeasts had rescued her last week and put her in the temporary sickbay they also had given her new clothing. No questions were asked then; nobeast expects a child to answer those kinds of questions when confined to bed, even a vermin child, and the fortbeasts had a lot on their paws at the time. And she was glad that nobeast had said anything. But the last few days she had felt a little uneasy--especially today, her first day allowed out of sickbay. Chances were that if anybeast was going to say something it would be today, but she knew she couldn't stand another day inside so she went out anyway, trying to avoid contact with any of the grown-ups--especially the big otter with the nice katina (sp?) and the cheek scar, what was his name? River Tail? He looked pretty tough. Of course, she knew she could take him on any day, if she really wanted to, but--better to steer clear of him for a while, just to prevent any avoidable problems. So far so good; the only fortbeasts that had spoken directly to her yet were the healers and such at sickbay and the temporal barkeep, an old hedgehog, and they seemed nice enough. Of course she didn't trust them--one never trusts healers, even nice ones--but they didn't seem to pose any direct threat to her, yet.

The dibbun spots a small white rocking-horse in the corner and ventures over to examine it, her curiousity momentarily roused. It seems normal enough. She clambers on and energetically began rocking it back and forth. Three long days in sickbay had definately given her some energy to burn off, to be sure. Soon, however, her mind has wandered back to the dilemma at paw.

What had become of the dirk? Where was it now, in sickbay? The weaselbabe doutbs that anybeast would leave such a lovely blade alone if discovered. Or maybe they hadn't found it yet. She shakes her head, sending black curls swinging like corkscrews; of course they've found it by now. It was still in her pocket when she fainted. Her brow wrinkles and the rocking-horse slows to a stop. Well, where would it be, now? She sighs and rests her chin on her paw in reflection. Well, that would all have to depend on what they did to her clothes, and who did it--Autumn? Yes, probably, since Autumn was the first to discover her. Of course her memory wasn't completely accurate at the moment, and anyway somebeast else could just as easily have disposed of her clothes. She /had/ to figure out which one was the leader of the place, they might have the blade. Then again, if they only threw out the clothes, instead of burning them as she had assumed, then maybe it could have gone undiscovered..

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(Text) -- River tail, 10:56:17 07/31/02 Wed
- OOC: *smirks* -inside- -- Xan, 11:30:09 07/31/02 Wed
  - text. -- River tail, 17:05:42 07/31/02 Wed
    - -inside- -- Xan, 20:50:41 07/31/02 Wed
      - text -- River tail, 11:48:41 08/01/02 Thu
        OOC: *doesn't feel like making this in-depth* ... -inside- -- Xan, 09:20:16 08/02/02 Fri
        OOC:*Has no idea where to take this and wonders if anyone else will join in. -- River tail, 22:13:43 08/02/02 Fri