Post by Ronin Martok on Dec 24, 2007 14:21:58 GMT -5
OOC: Seeing as this doesn't exactly belong on the walltops, village, barracks, training grounds or the sick bay, I am posting this here in hopes that I've found an acceptable place. Suggestion: put a kitchen and chow hall somewhere, either as a seperate building or inside the barracks.
BIC: The first thing that Ronin sought out after his papers were accepted was the kitchen. It wasn't in a building all by itself, he knew that. He didn't even bother to wander into the busy marketplace either. He had finally marched into the barracks and started opening doors. He found the sickbay but pulled his head out of the door as soon as he opened it. He'd just always found something wrong with that too clean smell that sickbays exuded. He finally found the kitchen when he opened up a door that had to be yanked because of the slightly rusty hinges.
The shrew stood, paws on hips, as he looked around the room. It wasn't a large kitchen, but certainly adequate enough for the number of soldiers that the fort contained. His eyes narrowed. There were pots and pans stacked in sinks as well as dirty dishes. It didn't look like this place had any sort of cook at all. It looked more like everybeast fended for himself and that meant that dishes were done once in a blue moon. At one end of the kitchen a door led off into the pantry. Ronin poked his head in there but pulled it out as fast as he could. Rotting vegetables and fruit smelled worse than a sickbay did. A larger door at the other end led to the mess hall. That, at least, was semi-clean, although it looked like the table hadn't been scrubbed in a month or so.
Ronin dumped his haversack onto the floor and propped the doors open that led to the mess hall and to the rest of the barracks. He'd leave the pantry until last. He rolled his shirt sleeves up and looked at the dishes, cupboards, ovens and stoves as if he was a one-shrew army about to set out on a quest. Well, he was. And I am going to vanquish my foes.
First things first though. He wasn't about to put clean dishes into dirty cupboards. He picked on of the sinks and heaved the dishes out of it, setting them on a counter. He soon had the sink filled with sudsy water and was busily wiping out all the cupboards. He even found some old caramel while he was at it. Admittedly, it was hard as a rock, but that didn't mean he couldn't smile at it.
Next came the dishes. That would take a while. He looked out into the barracks but couldn't see anybeast about that he could persuade into joining him. He turned back to the suds knowing that, sooner or later, the propped open door would lead somebeast into the kitchen. He didn't care who it was. He'd make them help him, weather is was willingly or by force. And by force he meant shouting, arguing, and if push came to shove, a smack on the nose with a suds-covered paw.
BIC: The first thing that Ronin sought out after his papers were accepted was the kitchen. It wasn't in a building all by itself, he knew that. He didn't even bother to wander into the busy marketplace either. He had finally marched into the barracks and started opening doors. He found the sickbay but pulled his head out of the door as soon as he opened it. He'd just always found something wrong with that too clean smell that sickbays exuded. He finally found the kitchen when he opened up a door that had to be yanked because of the slightly rusty hinges.
The shrew stood, paws on hips, as he looked around the room. It wasn't a large kitchen, but certainly adequate enough for the number of soldiers that the fort contained. His eyes narrowed. There were pots and pans stacked in sinks as well as dirty dishes. It didn't look like this place had any sort of cook at all. It looked more like everybeast fended for himself and that meant that dishes were done once in a blue moon. At one end of the kitchen a door led off into the pantry. Ronin poked his head in there but pulled it out as fast as he could. Rotting vegetables and fruit smelled worse than a sickbay did. A larger door at the other end led to the mess hall. That, at least, was semi-clean, although it looked like the table hadn't been scrubbed in a month or so.
Ronin dumped his haversack onto the floor and propped the doors open that led to the mess hall and to the rest of the barracks. He'd leave the pantry until last. He rolled his shirt sleeves up and looked at the dishes, cupboards, ovens and stoves as if he was a one-shrew army about to set out on a quest. Well, he was. And I am going to vanquish my foes.
First things first though. He wasn't about to put clean dishes into dirty cupboards. He picked on of the sinks and heaved the dishes out of it, setting them on a counter. He soon had the sink filled with sudsy water and was busily wiping out all the cupboards. He even found some old caramel while he was at it. Admittedly, it was hard as a rock, but that didn't mean he couldn't smile at it.
Next came the dishes. That would take a while. He looked out into the barracks but couldn't see anybeast about that he could persuade into joining him. He turned back to the suds knowing that, sooner or later, the propped open door would lead somebeast into the kitchen. He didn't care who it was. He'd make them help him, weather is was willingly or by force. And by force he meant shouting, arguing, and if push came to shove, a smack on the nose with a suds-covered paw.