Characters Involved: Faulker, Mocha, Spicer, Tovin

Faulker has arrived.
Spicer has arrived.
Faulker arrives with: Spicer

Tovin blinks. "Nine?" She shakes her head. "Is that why yeh left?"

Mocha laughs. "Ahh, no, we left when they did."

a shadow falls across the ground. it is in the shape of a carnivorous bird. A caw fills the air...

Tovin watches the shadow cross the ground and anxiously looks up to see what's flying around.

Mocha looks up. great.

THUD. faulker lands, looking severely pissed. "Here, coutesy of himself. now I must get going. can't trust malice nowadays." and he flies off, leaving a form lying on the ground...

Spicer has left.
Spicer leaves Faulker's group and wanders off on his own.
Spicer has arrived.
Faulker heads off.
Faulker has left.

Tovin looks at the body blankly. "Ah..."

Mocha sighs. "Get up, yea fat sack o' lard."

the fat sack of lard looks up. " do you have a problem?????? I'm allowed to get some feckin' sleep, right?"

Tovin watches the two with an amused look on her face.

Mocha replies. "No, yer not. ye barely allow me te sleep, ye keep askin' me stuff so much."

Spicer gets into a sitting position/. "Yea? an' wot's so great about ottahs that ye /have/ te stay hea??"

Mocha goes to playfully kick him. playfully kick him hard. "Whoi don' yew ask one? she'ds right hea."

Tovin dips her ears back in a slightly indignant manner.

Mocha looks a the otter maid ".......oh...." he turns bright red underneath the black. "Hullo." sheepish grin.

Tovin nods and grins. "G'afternoon..."

Spicer He straightened his vestish and stand up. "Th'name's spicah, Ah'm her sistah."

Mocha rolls her eyes. “biologically, that's where similarities end."

Tovin cocks an eyebrow and studies Spicer before she turns to look at Mocha. "I see..." She looks back at Spicer. "Welcome to Camp Willow, Spicer. I'm Tovin, pleased to meetcha."

Spicer laughs. "Thank ye. An' i wasn' worried. " he says to mocha. "I was /bored/"

Tovin yawns and leans back against her rock to listen to the two cats talk.

Mocha sits down "Ye're not bored, ye're annoyin'"

Spicer: raises his brows. "Then Ye must be annoyin' as well, I mean, we /are/ twins/" griiin.

Tovin chuckles lightly and closes her eyes, still tired.

Mocha sighs, and shakes her head. "Wunnerful..." she says sarcastically."

Tovin sits up again, bored with sleeping, bored with not doing anything. From a pouch she's arranged on her belt, she pulls out a pair of strange looking pliers and some wire which she begins bending into irratic curls and springs.

Spicer goes over to the dotter, he has the curiosity of a toseasoner on his face. "What're ye doin'?"

Tovin doesn't look up from the wire. "Hmmm, playin' really. Bored." She shrugs. "Might be able to use this mess later on..." she holds it up and examines it for a bit. "Yep. Need's somethin' on it though..."

Mocha still is confused. "Use it fer wot?"

Tovin pauses, thinking. "A bracelet maybe. Or some other thing. I might cut it into bits and wrap some nice glass beads with the nice long parts. All depends."

Spicer smiles. "So you make jewelry?'

Tovin nods. "Aye. That I do."

Spicer sits down next to her and watches.

Tovin finishes curling the wire to her satisfaction and digs into the pouch again to pull out a pawful of green blue and white beads. They sparkle as she holds them in the palm of her paw and she pokes through them with a finger. "This should work..." she says, and begins delicately, one by one, stringing them on the wire, careful to get them around the curls without un-curling it.

Mocha goes back to writing. material was best when fresh.

Tovin finishes the beading happy with the result. She stuffs everything back into the bag, except for the bracelet and leans up against the rock. Her desire for activity is satisfied for now.

Spicer leans back as well, mimcking tovin.

Tovin sighs. "Hmmmm, bored again."

Spicer sighs. "hmmmm, bored again."

Mocha watches the two, highly amused.

Tovin watches Spicer out of the corner of her eye and suddenly sneezes. It’s a real sneeze. One resulting from a slight cold she's picked up, sitting outside leaning against rocks all the time.

Spicer tries \to fake sneeze. it doesn't work. "Damnit!!"

Tovin pokes him. "Ha!"

Spicer's ears go back. he pokes her. "Ha!"

Tovin grins evilly and does the one thing she's fairly sure he'll have a hard time doing. She picks up one of her crutches and begins fiddling with it. How does she fiddle with the crutch? Dunno...use your imagination.

Spicer takes a rock and fiddles with it, extremely annoyed.

Tovin laughs and pulls out a short knife which she begins to use on the crutch, hacking away at it happily. She's actually carving something on the crutch, though it doesn't look it.

Spicer takes a dagger out from one of it's many concealed pockets, and pretends that he can carve a rock!

Mocha starts to giggle silently

Tovin stops hacking for a second to see what he's doing and then looks at him curiously. Bemused, she takes her other crutch and hands it to him. "Ah, here. Carve something on it. I don't care what, just don't break it in half."

Spicer bewildered. she's actually /helping/ him annoy her. what?" he takes the crutch, and starts carving aswell. and what is it but a.....fish? who knows.

Tovin watches for a few seconds but then shakes her head and turns to her own carving. It's Mocha, sitting and writing.

Mocha glances back down and down just that?

Spicer is hard at work, chiseling at the speed of light

Tovin hears the chipping noises but doesn't turn to look at Spicer's handiwork. She's done with her carving and is now just doing little curlicues and circles in the wood. boorreed.

Spicer is done. It's tovin wrestling a greyling. that meant spicer was hungry.

Tovin hears Spicer stop mutilating her crutch and turns to see what it is he has done. Her ears perk when she sees what it is and she laughs. "Wonderful!" She grins. "Though, I don't have any food wit' me. Terribly sorry, mate."

Spicer looks around. "Well isn't there a kitchen here?"

Tovin laughs and reclaims her crutch from Spicer. "I'm pretty sure there is but I'm not sure where it is. We pretty much fend for ourselves around here..."

Spicer goes over to a tree, then looks up. "k then."

Mocha looks at the tree. "Ah swear, that's reepy as all 'ell, spicah..."

Tovin watches the cat at the tree curiously.

Spicer looks at tovin, and hits the etre hard with his elbow. as the tree is hit, a bunch of green frozen apples, brought on by the early winter fall. layers of ice encasing them shatter as they fall to the ground

Tovin yelps as one flies and almost hits her on the head. She picks it up and examines it. "Nice..."

Spicer grins. "ye c'n call it a sixth sense."

Tovin takes a tentative bite. "Ow, they're hard!"

Spicer laughs "well, they -are- frozen."

Tovin throws another apple which had landed close by at the cat. "No...really?" she asks, sarcastically.

Spicer looks indignatnt. "I was about to eat that!"

Tovin grins. "Oh, do try for me. I want to see this."

Mocha catches the apple, and takes a bite. sometimes it's good to have fangs.

Nonplused, Tovin watches Mocha eat the apple. Staring down at her own, she begins to chip (yes, chip) it into slices with her knife, unconcerned that it's the same knife she was carving her crutch with.

Spicer watches her ship. weirdo spicer.

"Ah-hah!" Tovin is triumphant over the frozen apple and eight slices sit spread out over the ground. She takes one and bites into it. It's easier to eat than the whole frozen apple.

Spicer grins. "Ye jus' started eating?"

Tovin pauses, apple in paw, and looks at him, mock irritability written on her face. "You know what? Just, just...shuddup." And she eats the slice.

Spicer grins even wider.

Mocha finishes the apple, and grins, returning to her annoying self.

Tovin finishes her apple slices and then grabs another apple that's just sitting around. She's not eating it though. She's tossing it back and forth randomly, paw
to paw.

Spicer swipes the apple from her. "hah."

Tovin glares at the apple swiper and sticks her tounge out at him.

Spicer throws the apple at her.

Tovin catches it and throws it right back..hard.

Spicer ows as it hits his head, rubbing the bump it has mae.

Mocha laughs, taking a bite out of another apple.

Tovin grins and casts about for another apple. Finding none, she entertains her paws with a bumpy stone she found lodged underneath the rock she's leaning against.

Spicer ducks. "Wot the hell?" he says through laughter.

Mocha finishes her second apple, she was unexpecdately hungry.

Tovin laughs, a grin splitting her face. "Sorry....I just had to do that...was..perfect..."

Spicer continues laughing.