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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Feb 24, 2008 13:39:13 GMT
*Matt is busily rushing around the cottage, re-aligning paper chains, perfecting the cake's icing swirls and sprinting up and down ladders to secure balloons into place. Terry, meanwhile, is lounging on the floor, twiddling his ears, much to his friend's irritation.*
Terry, do something! The guests'll be 'rrivin' soon, and everything's got to be ready by then, or we'll end up behind schedule! *He insists, trying to provoke some sort of response from the idle hare, but the only reaction he receives is a yawn.*
Mmmff! But what's the hurry, Matty m'lad? Why the rush? I suggest a leisurely pace. Get everything done a darn sight more accurately, don'cha know! *Matt raises his eyebrows irritably, wondering whether his friend is missing the entire point of the party.* B'coz Cuoha'll arrive, an' it won' be much of a s'prise party if'n it's only half finished! You know as well as I do that it won't take her long to fetch the firewood we sent her for, an' everything needs organising when the guests arrive!
*Seeing his friend is on the verge of panic, Terry briefly considers helping, but decides it would be too much like hard work.* Nah, let the guests help when they come, wot wot!
*Matt sighs, rolling his eyes.* Fine then. *He slumps onto an armchair, waiting for the inevitable knock on the door - and desperately hoping that Cuoha will take her time.*
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Feb 24, 2008 16:02:16 GMT
**Meanwhile, outside the cottage, Lettuceleaf Horatio the hare roves about. His eyes finally settle on a cozy-looking cottage, covered with draping vines. The door is slightly ajar, and the hare, curious as is his nature, decides to have a quick peek in. Brushing off his tunic, he steps forward and opens the door, only to have the blood rush to his face as he sees the preperations being made. he gives off a soft, nervous chuckle, then takes a pace backwards, out of the threshold.**
Er, heh-heh, hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Feb 24, 2008 17:19:47 GMT
*Matt's eyes brighten as he sees Lettuceleaf enter. He had not invited the hare, due to the fact that he was a newcomer in Terralux, arriving after the invitations had been handed out. He smiled as he saw how flustered the hare became.* Oh, don't worry about it! We're just preparing a surprise party for Cuoha's birthday - you're welcome to stay. *He grins at the hare, hoping he will lend a hand.* We're in need of some help, actually; Terry's not the sort, to, ah, lend paw...
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 24, 2008 17:32:51 GMT
*Soilrose walked rather briskly up the worn path. She looked around, so that if she saw Cuoha, she might be able to distract her a bit. Under her arm was a basket that contained Cuoha's present and a jar of strawberry preserves incase her roomates wanted to use them. Seeing Letuceleaf heading up the trail and entering, she became as excited as a Dibbun about the party. Poking her snout in the doorway, she grins at the hare and the vole inside.* Carn Oi commer en? Ee invitationner came to moi cottager this moornin'. Miz Cuohar'll be so exciteder!
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Feb 24, 2008 17:56:30 GMT
Oh, hello Soilrose! Come in, come in... *Matt gestures for the excited mole to enter, smiling warmly, but simultaneously kicking Terry.* Come on yew lazy, bone idle beast... *He growls under his breath, so that the guests can't hear his rant. It's a difficult task, welcoming beasts to a party whilst berating a friend at the same time, but Matt pulls it off - just about.* If you don't mind, Soilrose, could you please just hang this banner on the rafters? *He gestures firstly to a neatly folded, glittering banner, and the to the ceiling.* Only some of us don't seem to want to help... *He raises his eyebrows, almost threateningly, at Terry, who is doing his best to look perfectly innocent.* There's a ladder in the corner by the fire.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 24, 2008 18:22:30 GMT
*Almost immediately, Soilrose is followed in by Terragon, who closes the door behind her - probably in case of Cuoha returning.* Afternoon, all, *She nods and, noting the decorations, grins.* Last-minute touches? D'you need an extra pair of paws or a diversion for the birthday girl? Oh, 'llo, Lettuceleaf, *Terragon says, noticing the hare for the first time.* I didn't expect to see you here! How are - *She turns abruptly back to Terry with a sheepish expression and mouths the word, "sorry!"*
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Feb 24, 2008 19:03:50 GMT
**Seeing that he is welcome, Lettuceleaf immediately becomes his outgoing and confident self. Acknowledging Oakrose with an elegant leg, the hare steps back into the hut quicky as Terragon arrives.**
Well, I'd be happy to lend a hand wherever you jolly well need me, wot. S'long as there's a bit of grub about, I'm satisfied. 'Sides, this place looks a bit shabby still and the guests are already h'arrivin'!
**Turning to Terragon, he shrugs nonchalantly.**
Well, I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by and see if I could join in the celebrations. **This was not quite how it had gone, but a white lie here and there couldn't hurt anybeast.** I suppose the rest of you bally folk got invitations?
**Inspecting a streamer, the hare spoke once again to matt.** Now, who's birthday are we celebrating? Cuoha? The name rings familiar with me, but I can't quite place it...
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 24, 2008 19:15:26 GMT
OOC: Soilrose, not Oakrose. Sorry for so many 'Roses. BIC: *Soilrose waves to Terragon and Lettuceleaf.* We - oowl ov uss, Oi 'member yoo both - grew oop in DABber with Miz Cuohar. Thart's whurr yoo probablee 'member 'er froom, Zurr Lettuceleef. *Glancing at Matt, then to the ladder, and the rafters, she looks at her footpaws (OOC: feetpaws?) and murmers to herself.* Ho no, boi okey, Oi'm orful scared ov hoights, Oi arm. Thart's summthin' Oi harven't outgrown since Oi was just a liddle choild. Boot Oi'll gladerly doo summthin' elser.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 25, 2008 7:54:46 GMT
Allow me, *Terragon offers quickly, the politeness in her voice nearly turning it into a monotone. She holds out her paws to take the banner from Soilrose and, as she settles into the mood of the nearly-a-party-but-not-yet, her voice returns to normal.* Shouldn't somebeast check Cuoha isn't coming back?
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Feb 25, 2008 17:24:51 GMT
*Matt sighs with relief as Terri arrives - finally, someone who is vaguely competent at organising. He smiles in welcome, still berating Terry under his breath, but glad that company has arrived.* Shouldn't somebeast check Cuoha isn't coming back? *Matt smirks - finally, a good excuse to shove Terry outside.* Oh, Terry'll do that, won't you, Terry? *He suggests, somewhat menacingly. He doesn't thoroughly trust Terry to do the job properly, but he decides that it is worth it, since, they will probably hear Cuoha ages before she gets anywhere near the cottage; and anything that gets Terry form under his feet has got to be worth it. He jabs Terry with his foot, and the hare reluctantly stands up and stumbles to the door, pulling on a coat on his way.* Alrigh', I'm goin', calm down, laddie buck! *He slams the door, causing Matt to wince.* Well, now that pain's gone, we can start putting the finishing touches to the cake! I didn't want to do it with that gluttonous foodbag here. I s'pose you won't be pinching any of it, Lettuceleaf? *He eyes him suspiciously - he has recently grown to be quite paranoid of hares' eating abilities.*
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Feb 25, 2008 22:25:55 GMT
**Lettuceleaf gives a nervous laugh and quickly puts a the large flan in his hands back on the table.**
Me, sirrah, pinchin' the bally vittles? Who could dream of a respectable hare like m'jolly self t'do something like that? No, sah, I will but help with the decoratin', and sample a few of the dishes to make sure they're celebration, worthy, wot! With your p'mession, of course, sah.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 25, 2008 23:23:55 GMT
*Soilrose breathes a sigh of relief as Terragon takes the banner. Beaming at the prospect of helping with the food, the mole nods her head furiously.* Oi'll 'elp wiv ee caker, Oi will! Oi loik fixin' vikkles, erspecially furr a birfday party! *She stands, paws hanging rather limply at her sides, waiting for acknowledgement and, hopefully, instructions.*
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Post by Cuoha, Matt & Terry on Feb 26, 2008 16:51:07 GMT
*Matt smirks with amusement at Lettuceleaf's antics, shaking his head at the incorrigible hare.* Oh, I daresay there'll be plenty of time for eatin' when the party gets underway, Lett, I don' think we need ta do too much now! *He smiles, as if encouraging the hare to step away from the vittles. He is very relieved that Soilrose seems more than willing to prepare the cake - without scoffing any along the way.* Alright, Soilrose, if you get that icing bag there, *he gestures towards the kitchen table,* you'll need to write 'Happy Birthday Cuoha' or something along those lines. I'll fetch those ornamental edible flower-things she likes... *The vole trails off as he rummages in the cupboard, still with half an eye on Lettuceleaf.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 26, 2008 20:11:01 GMT
*Terragon, smirking loudly at Lettuceleaf, hops up onto the rungs of the stepladder and, stretching to reach the rafters, holds one corner of the banner in place. A thought suddenly occurs to her with an inward roll of eyes.* Er, sorry to trouble you all, but could somebeast pass a nail or a pin or something of the sort?
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Feb 26, 2008 21:24:52 GMT
**Lettuceleaf folds his arms, slightly miffed at the prospect of having to wait to stuff himself. deciding to make himself useful, he grabs a tack and raises high, towards terragon.**
Here y'go, will this jolly thing do?
**Whilst holding the tack up to the nimble squirrel, he turns his head to Matt.**
By th'way, old chappy m'lad, I happen to be a spot-on entertainer. Any chance I could jolly well perform some tricks for the guests and the birthday boy?
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