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Involves:
- Fenton
- Pippin
- Zenobia


Pippin nibbles his claw. "You're lucky. You get the tower room. Fenton won't let me stay up there."

Jesmin appears thoroughly disgusted with Pippin's comment. She glances at the stairs, then back at the entryway. "That is not luck," she mutters darkly. Her eyes flick to Fenton.

Pippin looks down at the floor. After a moment or two, he begins tugging his pitiful jacket. "It's still too tight."

Fenton places the second cup of tea before the dormouse. "Didn't Zenobia let it out for you yesterday?"

Pippin says, "She did, but it's still tight."

Fenton sighs. "I suppose there's nothing for it but to make you another one." He rings the bell.

Jesmin glances back and forth, then to the bell; her ears turn back expectantly.

Zenobia has arrived.

Zenobia re-appears like a recurrent nightmare. "Sir?"

Fenton pats Pippin's head. "I think our little Pip needs a new jacket."

Zenobia scowls. "I just altered that 'un yesterday."

Fenton says, "Well, yes, but it's still too tight. Of course, if you think you can let it out any more. . . ."

Jesmin goes back to staring at the dormouse, almost pityingly. Her perked ears turn here and there, listening to Fenton and the jill carefully. Jesmin suddenly takes a deliberate stand from her chair, and steps back away from the table.

Zenobia hobbles over to Pippin. The dormouse shrinks as she bends over him. Her wrinkled face breaks out into a blackened leer. The mouse's furry belly bulges out as Zenobia unbuttons the jacket. Muttering with a strangely cheerful approval, she begins examining the inside of the jacket, sometimes patting the cloth and sometimes, inexplicably, patting and pinching the mouse.

Fenton watches Zenobia and Pippin, but turns towards Jesmin as she stands up. "Whatever's the matter, my dear? Do sit back down."

Jesmin, too, observes the two from where she now stands. "I'd rather not." Her head turns back to Fenton, but falls away shortly after.

Zenobia finally ends her inspection. She smacks her gums approvingly and turns to Fenton with a grin. "No, I don't think that'n can be altered anymore. Heh, heh. Best make him a new one."

Fenton nods. "Very good." He looks at Zenobia. For a moment, the two leer at each other. Then Zenobia nods and hobbles back out.

Fenton folds his paws atop his huge stomach. "Well, good lad. All straightened out now."

Pippin begins to quiver. "Sorry."

"Sorry? Nothing to be sorry about. Comes of having a healthy appetite, that's all." And he leans over to pat Pippin's belly.

Pippin starts and wriggles back in his chair.

Fenton says, "That's right. The little fellow just has a good appetite, doesn't he, Miss Jesmin?"

Jesmin watches the two ferrets until Zenobia leaves, returning attention to the dormouse. She frowns at his timid nature, trying to understand exactly why it was so. Jesmin glances at the food, then Fenton, a sneer running across her face that she leaves unchecked.

Fenton says, "Oh, that reminds me--" He takes a dagger from his pocket and begins slicing a thick cream cake blanketed in white frosting.

Pippin stares at a decorative axe over the fireplace mantle.

Fenton places a slice of cake in front of Pippin.

Pippin glances at the cake. "I'm about full, thank you, Sir."

Fenton frowns. "What? After dear Zenobia went to all that trouble to make it for you?"

Jesmin circles around the two slowly, standing at a pause a bit away and behind Fenton's seat.

Pippin kicks lazily. "I'm sorry. I'm just not so hungry."

Jesmin's dark eyes set on the cake, listening to the two thoughtfully.

Fenton opens his mouth to speak, then stops and turns to watch Jesmin. "Are you sure you're alright, dear? Aren't you a bit hungry?"

"I am... fine.." Jesmin keeps a placid tone and expression. Her right paw drops to her side, while the other hovers close to her chest in regards to its injured digits.

Fenton says, "Mmm . . . very well. And how's that wing doing, hm? If you experience any pain, you know you can tell Zenobia. She's an excellent healer, and I'm sure she could prescribe you something."

Pippin says, "I had a bellyache a fortnight ago, and she made it all better in one day."

Fenton smiles condescendingly at the dormouse.

Jesmin's eyes move slowly, but in the end fix on Fenton. "It's.." She pauses a moment, flexing the free digits of her left paw. "It's fine."

Fenton says, "Wonderful. We'll just have to continue checking it frequently. Zenobia thinks it should be healed within half a season."

Fenton spreads blackberry preserve on half a scone.

Jesmin's breath freezes, then exhales deeply. She didn't agree with the idea of being around that long. Her right paw fidgets next to her waist. Her eyes flick from the beasts to the food, then back.

Pippin asks, "May I be excused?"

Fenton says, "Certainly not. You've hardly eaten a thing."

Pippin says, "But I'm not hungry."

Fenton silently stares down at his plate and lays down his scone.

The silence that follows seems to be the final word on the matter. Pippin slowly picks up his fork and takes a small bite of cake.

Jesmin's ears fold back, overlapping one another like a bird's wings. She grimaces quietly at the situation, and continues to fight inwardly with choices. She takes a step forward, eying Fenton as he readily goes back to eating.

Fenton sighs and rings the bell. "Well, if you're quite sure you're done, Miss Jesmin, you may go back to your room. I won't keep you any longer."

Jesmin's fur prickles at the sound of the bell, and she hesitates a backward pace. She glances towards the entryway, the door; then the mouse. The bat inhales deeply. "I'd... rather not." Her right paw flicks towards the strap at her hip, produces something and raises while she steps aside. In her paw is a shard of the broken pottery she had smashed in her tower. She brings its blunt but jagged in downward, with an aim for the ferret's nape and shoulder. Her haphazard plan: Momentarily disable him, and flee for that door if at all she possibly could. Her only prayer was it worked, and the door wasn't locked.

Pippin catches a glint of light on the pottery. He hops to his footpaws. "Watch out, Sir!"

Fenton starts and jerks forward, but not quickly enough. The shard cuts him--though not deeply, still deep enough to draw blood. He snarls and clutches the wound with his paw. "Zenobia!" Without waiting for her arrival, Fenton leaps to his footpaws.

Jesmin doesn't even have time to curse the dormouse for setting the alarm. She abandons the shard to the floor. Her ears shoot back up, and she murmurs low sounds in a panic as she rushes for the entry, bolting for the door with terror stricken speed.

Holgrave House: Entry
Even in daylight, this entryway is a quiet, dim place. The only light that ever enters comes from the parlor, to the left of the front door, and from the stained glass window in the front door. To the right is a study furnished with heavy oak armchairs and a fireplace. Straight ahead, a creaking wooden staircase rises to a landing, from which a second flight rises to the next floor. Behind the staircase, a curtain hides the kitchen door. In front of the curtain, a water clock on a pedestal drips steadily.
Exits: [K]itchen, [S]econd [F]loor, [St]udy, [Pa]rlor, [L]eave the [H]ouse
With:
[DYN] Zenobia

Zenobia nearly collides with Jesmin. Blinking her narrow eyes, the jill steps back and stares at the bat.

Fenton has arrived.

Fenton lumbers after Jesmin. His paw still clutches his shoulder, where a dark stain is beginning to appear on his jacket. With the other paw, he reaches for Jesmin's wounded wing.

Jesmin is more than startled by Zenobia, to whom she immediately takes a hostile action towards in her hysteria. The bat shrieks in an otherworldly manner, while tossing her good paw in a backward throw intended to strike at the jill's snout. She catches sight of Fenton from the corner of her eye, and regardless of Zenobia she stretches for the door- only to find it locked. And then her broken wings sets to fire with pain as it's sought out.

Fenton catches the paw as though grasping at a cobweb. He pinches it just enough to cause pain, without actually worsening the injury. He pants and smiles, his eyes bright with the vicious glow of a hunter with his prize.

Jesmin, despite herself, whirls and tosses herself bodily at the ferret- a whole whopping 76 pounds of beserked desperation. She abides the grinding pangs of the tormented wing with a diagonal sweep of her free paw's claws, aimed randomly at Fenton. Her shrill, vicious screams are broken by plaintive panting. Even now her voice is a almost tangibly silken whisper, though dripping with panicked malice echoing as if spoken by two different beasts, "Release me- Release me! I will kill you- Kill you!"

Fenton takes a number of blows to the face. He staggers back, but tightens his grip on the wing. Puffing and panting, he tries to grab her neck as before.

Zenobia watches from the shadows under the staircase, an almost bored expression on her face.

Jesmin flounders about madly, her shrieks breaking jaggedly at the tighter grip upon her broken digits. Her swipes are abandoned for an extension of her good wing, which she uses to buffet the robust beast for the sake of confusion. Fangs snap resoundingly to aid efforts of fending him off, though she easily becomes distracted by the crushing pain of her wing and her tiring.

Fenton dodges the wing as best he can. His hold temporarily loosens, then grows even tighter--tight enough to worsen the break. "Here, then . . . here . . . then. . . ." he says through his teeth. "Zenobia! Get the bottle." Zenobia nods and slinks into the kitchen.

Zenobia has left.

Jesmin's flailing and broken shrieks become directed wholly by the torment of her fractures, and she begins hopping backwards against the grip. She turns away from her frenzied attack and frantically skips about the area allowed between them. She tugs sharply as she tries to free herself, only worsening the pangs. Amid her hop-skipping about she takes a slip and slides down upon the floor with her footclaws scrambling for hold to upright her.

Fenton releases the wing and plants his booted footpaw on Jesmin's chest, ready to press down at any moment. "There we are, my pet, there's a good girl. What a nasty temper we have! Tut, tut."

Zenobia has arrived.

Zenobia returns, holding a green glass bottle.

Fenton reaches down, grabs Jesmin's head, and begins trying to pry her jaws apart.

Jesmin immediately retrieves her released wing, sneering beneath the ferret, abandoning further flailing to try and catch her breath. Upon trying to pry open her mouth, she starts wriggling again, grabbing at his paws with her own and screeching through her forced open maw.

Zenobia forces the bottle into Jesmin's open mouth and tilts it so a great wave of liquid comes rushing out at once. Fenton raises Jesmin's head just enough to keep her from choking.

Jesmin's protestant shrieks become literally drowned, forced to swallow a great deal of the bottle's contents. She splutters as she tries to close her throat to the remaining liquid.

Fenton room-pages, "That should start knocking you out in a few minutes.". You room-page, "Alrighty then."

Fenton relaxes into a smile and nods to Zenobia, who pulls away the bottle. A few drops of its burning contents drip into Jesmin's eyes. "There, now," Fenton says. "That should help a little. There, there. You just relax now, my pet."

Jesmin splutters out what remains in her mouth, coughing deliberately. Her dark eyes blink and squint along with a shake of her head, paws rubbing at them madly. The sore of her wing's lingering pain fades amid her ragged panting, and she forgets her eyes. "I'll.. I'll.." Her incoherent mutters are broken by a low chirp, "You... mouse... all.."

Fenton bends down to stroke her head. "There, there."

Jesmin blinks groggily before yielding to the demands of the concoction forced down her.

Fenton glances at Zenobia and indicates Jesmin's head. She nods. Together, one at each end, the two lift Jesmin and carry her upstairs.

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:. Logs .:

- Log 1 - Capture

- Log 2 - Failed Escape

- Log 3 - Worries

- Log 4 - Confirmed Fears

- Log 5 - Escape to Redwall

- Log 6 - Legends and Songs at Redwall

- Log 7 - Recapture

- Log 8 - Spawn of Fenton