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Participants

• Angus
• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Natska
• Technetium
• Thelergramor

Date

9/7/477

Log

The priestess Memna leads the way down the path. "I don't know why he insisted on calling in the Freeswords!" the matronly little black bear chatters as she walks, "But the poor dears won't tell me what the matter is! Perhaps you can do better." The round little priestess stops before the door and looks over the gathered Freeswords.

Cassidy follows along after the bear, reaching up to adjust her top hat as she arrives outside the house. "Well, I do hope it's nothing too serious, hmm? I am just as surprised, though." She taps the chin of her mask and turns towards the door, waiting quietly.

Thelergramor follows along after them, wondering what the problem is. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it. Probably." He glances around, not sounding overly concerned with what they require of him.

Natska pads along just behind Memna's flank, on the other side of the priestess from Cassidy, eyes scanning the cloister grounds. "Mmhm. You don't post a flyer for an emergency," she agrees. "Have there been many crowds by, Priestess?"

Technetium looks at the Priestess, noting small things. She coughs slightly, and peers around at the others. The clasps on her cloak have been shielded with a cover, appearing to outsiders like a plain, silver button. "What's going on? That flyer was hardly legible." She says, recalling it. "We really only knew how to get here."

Angus adjusts the brim of his hat as he follows after the priestess, remaining silent as he allows his eyes to wander around the garden to study the acolytes tending to the plants. He was curious himself as to why the request was so illegable, that's what they were here to do anyway, as a hand drifts to rest on the grip of the hammer hanging from his side.

Memna smiles at Natska. "No, dearie," she says, "Most folks never come back here. It was sort of a ceremonial home for the Creators, and now it serves as an actual home for our visitors." She looks at the others and nods. "I'm sure they will tell you what they need," she says, "Just be kind to them." She turns to tap gently on the door. There is a moment of quiet, then the door opens just a crack. "Who?" comes a soft male voice from within. "It's me, deary," says Memna gently, "These Freeswords you asked for are here to see you." he door swings open to reveal a thin, white furred, and totally nude rabbit being. "This one, thank Memna," he says haltingly, crossing his arms over his chest and bowing to the little matron. "Please," he says to the rest, "go in." The strange rabbit steps backward down the hall, making way for the Freeswords to enter.

Cassidy glances around, giving a nod to Thel, Natska, and Angus, the most familiar of the group to her. "Hello, friends, cousin. Let us see what is the matter, yes," She turns and moves into the house, setting her gloved hands in her coat pockets, making casual note of... Something most odd. Odd indeed. She decides not to question it, though. What she does ask, is, "What have you requested us for? Is something the matter?"

Thelergramor nods back to Cassidy, acknowledges the rest. He enters the house, grumbling something about how if their arrival was expected, the rabbit should be wearing pants. Thel paces slightly, glancing about the room, noting any valuables around. He shakes off his thoughts of larceny, "Right, what do you need from us?"

The jaguar dips her head to Memna as she passes, murmuring her thanks, then enters the house. She remains quiet, since her fellow Freeswords seem to have the questioning handled for now and she finds simply observing to be interesting enough for now.

Technetium slides into the room noting the rabbit and the womans look at him, including his (or her? Gender pronouns don't work easy in this case) lack of, well, parts, fleetingly, and leans onto a wall, looking around at the room and at the others in the room. She coughs a bit, and asks. "Here we are. What do you require?" casually.

Angus narrows his eyes a bit as he steps in, eyes shifting a little cautiously as he hooks a thumb into his weapons belt. Tail twitching as he yawns softly, trying to keep it silenty as he keeps his gaze drifts to study, waiting for the bunnys response to their questions.

The inside of the bungalow is quite cosy. While it is by no means extravagant, it is still very nice by the standards of most beings. Rather like a summer beach home for a wealthy merchant, or a minor noble. The only furniture is a low dining table, but the floor is scattered with patterned rugs and a plethora of large, soft pillows for sitting on. Three doorways branch off this main room, while one corner of the room is marked off by a folding screen for food preparation. The dining table is currently buried under a number of small parcels. "Yes," says the rabbit, "This one, Hedge. This one want help." He wrings his thin hands together. "Memna say, Freezord help," he struggles through the words, "You help Hedge?" He looks at the group nervously, then goes to the parcels on the table, unwrapping them to reveal various fruits, vegetables and other foods and cooking supplies. "This one wish making food for Memna," he says, a pink flush rising into his large ears, "But this one not cooking." Hedge frowns at the little kitchen area. "Cook is hard in this place," he says with a sigh, "Not like home."

Cassidy tilts her head before offering a smile behind the mask. "Ah, cooking? Well, I would be happy to help you cook, yes. Not the usual Freesword assignment, but... I like to think I am a fairly good cook, so I would be more than happy to help you."

Thelergramor rubs the back of his neck at the request to help cook. "Cooking? I'll help but it probably won't go well." Thel looks over the fruits, vegetables and such, not having any idea what to do with such things. He waits for the others to figure that out, leaning against a wall.

Natska grins. "Oooh. Yea, I see." Her tone is cheerfull and her ears tilt forward as her tail starts to sway back and forth. "And I am sure Memna will appreciate it, Hedge." She steps forward to look at some of the parcels the rabbit is unwrapping, still not touching anything yet. "It's not like at home? Did you have other people to cook for you there?" she asks, voice friendly.

Technetium looks at the variety of fruit anxiously, glancing over them. "I'm not a chef, but I have a dagger... and I can start the fire... maybe." She says weakly, her ears lowering. She nervously chuckles, and plays with the top clasp of her cloak.

Angus blinks a bit, shaking his head as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I can cook, but most of the time it's just over the fire and just cooking meat and such." He chuckles a little as he gives the Bunny a curious look, wondering if this was the only reason he requested them.

Hedge visibly relaxes when the surprised beings agree to help him. "Yes! Yes!" he cries, "Surprise Memna, good food!" He sets to unwrapping parcels and showing off their contents. All of the ingredients he has are of excellent quality, and a moderately skilled chef could make a delicious meal with all of these things. When he hears Natska's question he shakes his head. "No," he says, "No cook, just wish!" He gives up on the King's tongue for a moment and gabbles about something while miming a box and pretending to pull something out of it. He smiles wistfully, "Easy," he says. Then he frowns and points at the collection of pots and pans and utensils in the cooking niche. "Hard!" he proclaims, then looks to Cassidy for instructions, since she seems to be the most confident of the group.

Cassidy reaches up to remove her mask, looking over the ingredients. "I'd say... Our best options with these would be a stew or a stir fry! Hmmm... A stew would probably be easier to put everything to use in, and would be easier to make, I think! But I will leave it up to you."

The rabbit looks uncomprehendingly at Cassidy, but nods. "Yes!" he says, "Stoo. Yes! Show how!" Hedge looks excited and eager to learn.

Cassidy bites her lip for a moment. "We will need a pot of water, yes! Large pot, if you would." She eyes the ingredients again and traces a shape in the air with her fingers. "About this size. Fill it with water and we get it set up over a fire."

Thelergramor sighs, drawing his hood back and removing his scarf. "Couldn't have been something I know how to make... So, stew. I'm assuming there's more to it then boiling?" The wolf scratches at his muzzle while chuckling at his ineptitude with cooking.

"Oh wow," Natska exclaims. "You only had to *wish* for it? That must be nice, where you all are from." She pulls off her jacket and drapes it over a chair, hopefully out of whatever disaster zone they are about to make. "Mmmmmm. Cass, m'lady, they do say too many cooks curdles the milk, so I think you get to be head chef." She glances at the others. "Your lordship could probably tend the pot, doesn't take much to keep it from burning," she adds, nodding and smiling at Angus. "And the other two can peel and cut veggies?" Her gaze moves back to Cassidy. "I can dig out seasoning and herbs, I helped my mom cook all the time. Are we going for something tame? Or maybe... something 'traditional'?" she asks, with a subtle emphasis.

Technetium glances at the vegetables and thinks quietly to herself. She unsheaths her dagger and inspects it, looking at how sharp the edge is and thinking of how likely it may/may not be of her cutting herself. "I... could cut the vegatables.. I can also do anything non-cooking related... what are we cooking with? A stove, or a firepit, or what?"

Angus looks between the pot and the vegetables, shrugging his shoulders as he rolls up his sleeves. "Guess I'll work the pot then unless someone else wants it." He answers, chuckling a little as he takes a step back and waits for the bunny to get a pot as he crosses his arms.

Hedge nods enthusiastically and hurries over to the cooking area to push aside the folding screen. There is a small, coal burning stove and a collection of utensils along with a wash basin and water pump. All of these things seem to have proven completely baffling to the poor rabbit and all of them are pristine and sparkling clean. Including the pretty little charcoal stove. Hedge is looking around at the various cooking tools with a bemused expression on his face. Finally he turns to the others. "What is pot?" he asks, looking a little embarassed.

Cassidy points towards one of the objects. "That's the pot! Yes, Angus can tend the pot. I like Natska's idea. I'll oversee things and try to make sure it all goes smoothly." She smiles at Tech and Thel. "Yes, if you two could cut the vegetables, that'd be swell! And yes, seasoning and herbs would be a lovely boon. I don't keep any on me, or I'd offer the same, so we'll have to rely on yours."

Thelergramor nods. "Right, well as it is I have no herbs. Or cutting tools." He pulls the dagger from his belt, revealing the blade is broken, leaving only a few centimeters for cutting. "And as entertaining it would be for you to watch me cut things with an arrow..." His voice trails off and he shrugs. "Hedge, got any knive in here?" Thel approaches the assorted vegetables before turning to the rabbit.

Natska waves her paw through the air. "Oh, I don't carry any either. And here, Thel." She pulls her long dagger and offers it to the wolf, hilt first, and waits for him to take it. Then the jaguar steps up to the table and begins picking through packages, prodding things with a short-clawed finger and occaisonally grabbing a leaf to sniff at. "But this is where a little familiarity goes a long ways. Mmm... oh, this is a nice one," she says, turning to offer the pinch of leaves to Cassidy. "Hey, Hedge. Have the acolytes been providing food, then?" she asks, tilting her head. "N' is Joe out?"

Technetium approaches the pot full of water. "Seeing that the charcoal stove has no charcoal, I could create a small flame to heat it. I can't say how long I can hold it, however, but it'll get the process going if you can send somebody to get some. I may be able to sustain it through the whole thing." She places the pot of water on a stand with a gap underneath of it, and focuses for a few small seconds until a small, bright, red flame ignites underneath of it. She stuggledy grunts. "I can't do that and stir at the same time, I'm not exactly and expert.."

Angus watches the little fire come to life, shrugging a bit as he checks the water within the pot before shrugging. "I'll go find some Charcoal." He answers, flashing a tiny smile before he heads for the door to ask one of the Acolytes where he can find some charcoal.

Hedge looks a little confused at Natska's questions, but indicates that the visitors are welcome to use any utensils they can find. And there is a plethora of knives and a cutting block to be used. Also, among the ingredient parcels are a number of sweet smelling herbs. At the mention of his master's name, the rabbit looks a little nervous and begins to wring his thin hands together again. "Lord Joe is not here," he says, sounding as if he has practiced the words, "He takes Mai-Mai to learn of Firmament. Lord Joe will return late. This one must make the house clean." The rabbit starts violently as Technetium uses mathemagic to light a fire, staggering back and tripping on some pillows. "How!?" he gasps, eyes wide, flickering around the room, "Where is-" he says something that does not fit into any of the gathered beings' vocabularies, though he must be referring to the strange devices that visiting Creators seemed to use to do their own magic.

Outside, Memna sits in a little chair that one of the acolytes must have brought for her. "Charcoal, dearie?" she says in response to Angus's question, "There is a coal bin just around the back of the house." She removes her spectacles and wipes them on her dress. "What was it the poor dear needs?" she asks.

Cassidy takes the offered herbs and gives them a sniff before nodding. "That is fair, then, Natska! I assumed you had some with you, but this works, yes!" She moves towards the pot, waiting for the water to heat before adding the first portion. She will add the rest when the vegetables start to go in.