Post by Tarpin on Aug 15, 2010 10:08:18 GMT -5
Somewhere beneath the abbey grounds:
“Dat about does et!”
Tarpin Lightpaw tossed his tiny burlap sack onto an accumulating pile of objects on the far side of the dirt cavern. When he did, his floppy, oversized beret slid forward over his eyes. He pushed it back between his ears soundly. His companion, a similarly aged mouse, dropped his own bag with a sigh.
“Whew! I thought we’d never be done!”
Tarpin rubbed his tired shoulder ruefully. “Yeah… Well! Let’s ‘ave’a look at de list!” He pulled a linen napkin from his rope belt and unrolled it. “Hmmm… Ropes?”
Torren kicked at a large pile of coils of a wide variety of ropes. “We got ‘em.”
“Long sticks?”
Torren was leaning on a garden hoe. Behind him was a stack of rakes, windowpoles, brooms, mops, and a shovel.
“Mmmhmm. Vewy gud… Barrel?”
“Well, there’s still some strawberry fizz en et, but we c’n fix dat.”
“Hammers?”
Torren stood triumphantly with a carpentry hammer in one paw and a bung mallet in the other.
“Small tree?”
“Well… we don’t got it, but we knows where it is.”
“Right. So we sorta got et. Drill?”
“Yea, wes got et.”
“Spinning spools?”
“Ab-so-lootly!”
Dress pins, Habit, Candles, sharp knives, the list went on and on.
Torren flopped down on a bunch of old sacks. “This’ll be th’ best plan eva!”
“We’ll be th’ most famousest dibbuns in da world… Well! Now all wes gotta do is wait for Sam t’get here!” Tarpin folded the napkin and stuffed it back into his belt. Stumbling through their pile of loot, he selected two small dibbun mugs. “An’ while we bes wait’n we c’n fix da barrel!”
“Hehe, I likes that idea.”
The two mouse babes settled down with a mug of strawberry fizz a piece, giggling to themselves.
“Hehe! ‘s makin my tail go all curly!”
Several minutes later (an eternity in dibbun reckoning), a fuzzy snout pushed into the underground room from the tunnel entrance, followed by a fuzzy head. Samuel Burdock Furrower trundled into the cavern. I was he who had built the little hollow and the dibbun sized tunnel that lead into it; and gathered the underground bioluminescent fungus that provided lighting. It was truly a masterpiece of dibbun hideouts. The little mole shuffled up close to the two still and quiet figures on the floor. He dropped to his knees (which didn’t get him much lower to the floor), and whispered loudly in Torren’s ear, “Bes youm asleepen?!”
Torren woke with a start. “Ahh! Wot? Uh… no! We’d never!”
Tarpin stirred. “Er, er, huh? Sleepin’s for grown beasts! We were just trying to empty the barrel so we c’n use et fer the Pro-ject! Sillybeast Sam! Where’ve ya been? We was waitin’ foreva!”
“Hurr hurr, I were watchen likkle Petunye. She bes growin up real farst loik! She’m be makin all sortsa noises, naow!”
“Can she come play wiff us, yet?”
“Errr, Errr, I don’ fink so’s. But at th’ rate she’m growen, Oi’d say mayhaps by this af’ernoon!”
Torren was hopping up and down impatiently. “Yah, yah! Come on! We’ve got everathin! Let’s go!”
Tarpin set his hat at an aggressive angle. “Right, mates! This will be the finest hour any dibbun has ever known. Are we ready?”
Torren and Sam set their caps likewise. Torren growled determinedly, “Aye, mate! We’re ready! An’ nothin’s gonna stop usns from the best most scariest prank eva!”
“Hurr hurr! Burr Aye! Er… But how’s we gonna get all thems stuffs out o th’ abbey wivout anybeast seein’ us?”
There was a long stunned silence. Then Tarpin fell to his knees, and shook his clenched paws in the air. “NoOOOoooOOOoOooOo! My beautiful plan! My schemes! Vanquished! Vanished! Like ash! Like embers that slowly fade an’ die! Days ‘n days of pinching and careful scavenging! I hate logistics!”
Torren flopped down on the burlap pile. “Relax, Tarpin. Wes jus’ gotta think et through. We’ve done harder things.”
Tarpin ceased moaning and glared at Torren. “When?”
“Er… Um, well… hehe….”
“If’ns wem gonna ‘ave thought bout somethin’, we’s best get our thinkin’ carp on!”
“We already have them on, Sam!”
“Oh..urr.. roight.”
“We need inspiration! A change of scenery. And what’s the most fascinating place in the abbey?” Tarpin lept up. “That’s right! The compost pile! Come on!”
OOC: OK, this is a quick pre plot RP. The point of the RP is this: Things have been going missing around the abbey. You yourself seem to have missplaced a few things. The first person to figure out what Tarpin, Torren, and Sam are up to wins! You'll want to ask beasts around the abbey what they have lost. Also Tarpin, Torren and Sam are playing in the compost pile again. You can interrogate them if you wish. And a few candied chestnuts in dibbun circles will get you a long way. You can find most of the dibbuns in the table and blanket tent in Great hall. It's a jungle out there. Good luck!
“Dat about does et!”
Tarpin Lightpaw tossed his tiny burlap sack onto an accumulating pile of objects on the far side of the dirt cavern. When he did, his floppy, oversized beret slid forward over his eyes. He pushed it back between his ears soundly. His companion, a similarly aged mouse, dropped his own bag with a sigh.
“Whew! I thought we’d never be done!”
Tarpin rubbed his tired shoulder ruefully. “Yeah… Well! Let’s ‘ave’a look at de list!” He pulled a linen napkin from his rope belt and unrolled it. “Hmmm… Ropes?”
Torren kicked at a large pile of coils of a wide variety of ropes. “We got ‘em.”
“Long sticks?”
Torren was leaning on a garden hoe. Behind him was a stack of rakes, windowpoles, brooms, mops, and a shovel.
“Mmmhmm. Vewy gud… Barrel?”
“Well, there’s still some strawberry fizz en et, but we c’n fix dat.”
“Hammers?”
Torren stood triumphantly with a carpentry hammer in one paw and a bung mallet in the other.
“Small tree?”
“Well… we don’t got it, but we knows where it is.”
“Right. So we sorta got et. Drill?”
“Yea, wes got et.”
“Spinning spools?”
“Ab-so-lootly!”
Dress pins, Habit, Candles, sharp knives, the list went on and on.
Torren flopped down on a bunch of old sacks. “This’ll be th’ best plan eva!”
“We’ll be th’ most famousest dibbuns in da world… Well! Now all wes gotta do is wait for Sam t’get here!” Tarpin folded the napkin and stuffed it back into his belt. Stumbling through their pile of loot, he selected two small dibbun mugs. “An’ while we bes wait’n we c’n fix da barrel!”
“Hehe, I likes that idea.”
The two mouse babes settled down with a mug of strawberry fizz a piece, giggling to themselves.
“Hehe! ‘s makin my tail go all curly!”
Several minutes later (an eternity in dibbun reckoning), a fuzzy snout pushed into the underground room from the tunnel entrance, followed by a fuzzy head. Samuel Burdock Furrower trundled into the cavern. I was he who had built the little hollow and the dibbun sized tunnel that lead into it; and gathered the underground bioluminescent fungus that provided lighting. It was truly a masterpiece of dibbun hideouts. The little mole shuffled up close to the two still and quiet figures on the floor. He dropped to his knees (which didn’t get him much lower to the floor), and whispered loudly in Torren’s ear, “Bes youm asleepen?!”
Torren woke with a start. “Ahh! Wot? Uh… no! We’d never!”
Tarpin stirred. “Er, er, huh? Sleepin’s for grown beasts! We were just trying to empty the barrel so we c’n use et fer the Pro-ject! Sillybeast Sam! Where’ve ya been? We was waitin’ foreva!”
“Hurr hurr, I were watchen likkle Petunye. She bes growin up real farst loik! She’m be makin all sortsa noises, naow!”
“Can she come play wiff us, yet?”
“Errr, Errr, I don’ fink so’s. But at th’ rate she’m growen, Oi’d say mayhaps by this af’ernoon!”
Torren was hopping up and down impatiently. “Yah, yah! Come on! We’ve got everathin! Let’s go!”
Tarpin set his hat at an aggressive angle. “Right, mates! This will be the finest hour any dibbun has ever known. Are we ready?”
Torren and Sam set their caps likewise. Torren growled determinedly, “Aye, mate! We’re ready! An’ nothin’s gonna stop usns from the best most scariest prank eva!”
“Hurr hurr! Burr Aye! Er… But how’s we gonna get all thems stuffs out o th’ abbey wivout anybeast seein’ us?”
There was a long stunned silence. Then Tarpin fell to his knees, and shook his clenched paws in the air. “NoOOOoooOOOoOooOo! My beautiful plan! My schemes! Vanquished! Vanished! Like ash! Like embers that slowly fade an’ die! Days ‘n days of pinching and careful scavenging! I hate logistics!”
Torren flopped down on the burlap pile. “Relax, Tarpin. Wes jus’ gotta think et through. We’ve done harder things.”
Tarpin ceased moaning and glared at Torren. “When?”
“Er… Um, well… hehe….”
“If’ns wem gonna ‘ave thought bout somethin’, we’s best get our thinkin’ carp on!”
“We already have them on, Sam!”
“Oh..urr.. roight.”
“We need inspiration! A change of scenery. And what’s the most fascinating place in the abbey?” Tarpin lept up. “That’s right! The compost pile! Come on!”
OOC: OK, this is a quick pre plot RP. The point of the RP is this: Things have been going missing around the abbey. You yourself seem to have missplaced a few things. The first person to figure out what Tarpin, Torren, and Sam are up to wins! You'll want to ask beasts around the abbey what they have lost. Also Tarpin, Torren and Sam are playing in the compost pile again. You can interrogate them if you wish. And a few candied chestnuts in dibbun circles will get you a long way. You can find most of the dibbuns in the table and blanket tent in Great hall. It's a jungle out there. Good luck!