About eight shrews appear at the edge of the pit, jostling and fighting amongst themselves. As they approach, they call greetings to Jim, who raises a hand in return, too busy with his fish to speak. The new arrivals regard Lassik with curiosity and nod at Belliger, some calling out greetings.

Belliger glances over at the incoming shrews, and greets them. "Ahoy." He figures Jim'll introduce them, or Lassik will introduce herself.

Lassik chooses to stay reclined against the tree, though she raises a paw in greeting. She watches them nonchalantly.

Belliger tosses his fish bone into the fire and goes to grab another. "Sure y'don' wan' no vittles, Lassik?"

Jim finishes his mouthful and waves a paw at the new lot. "Few o' me mates," he explains to Lassik. "Y'got... Roger, Bill, Ted, Sam, John, Tom, Ben and Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th."

Lassik raises a brow. "So can I jus' call wot's-is-face Rufus?"

Jim looks deeply shocked. "Of course not!"

Lassik chuckles a bit to herself. "Alright then.."

Belliger's eyes gape open... He didn't even know that one's name... He glances at Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th. "Tha's a mouthful, y'know?"

( Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th nods, remaining aloof. )

Mercedes wanders in from the training grounds, sliding her rapier into her sheath as she walks, apparently having just finished a battle. She quirks a brow at the amount of beasts present at the main grounds, sidling closer to see what's going on.

Lassik makes a mental note to kick Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th off his high horse. "Aye, well then..." She waves to the shrews. "Ahoy. I'm yer Log-a-Log. I give orders. Yew take 'em. Any questions?" The shrewmaid tries to keep a straight face, but fails horribly. Log-a-Log rolling on the floor laughing.

The shrews all go, "Right-o, Miss," in unison.

Belliger waves to Mercedes, and is about to introduce, but... Well, there Lassik went. Instead, he just kinda nods and gestures over to the Log-a-Log.

Ah, so the Log-a-Log's back. Mercedes' expression remains impassive as the shrewess leader speaks, arms folding over each other across her chest. Cue eyetic as Lassik bursts into laughter. Mercedes glances over at Belliger with a puzzled quirk of her eyebrow.

Belliger pushes his lips together, nodding slowly, mouthing, "Aye."

Lassik gets control of herself and stands, lounging against the tree yet again. She glances over to Belliger and follows his eyes to Mercedes, and grins. "ey. I don believe we've met."

Mercedes steps forward, lips pursed and paw held out toward Lassik. It's not that she wants a rivarly, she's just not too keen on being an underling and taking orders. o_x; "My name ez Mercedes, Log-a-Log, marm.. Etz a pleasure to zee vou back - as vell as for ze first time.."

Belliger munches on his fish, eyeing Mercedes. Hmm. Oh, yes, she did bring something up about not liking being ordered around, didn't she? And how exactly did he manage to find the most head-cased shrews in Mossflower?

Lassik allows the pawshake, still grinning slightly. "Aye, well met then Mercedes. Feel free t'call me Lassik if yer like." Despite what she may have said, she is in no way treating the other shrewess as an insubordinate..

Mercedes retracts her paw, stepping back. "Zo.. vot ez ze plan now zat ve have Lassik vith us?"

Jim swallows some fish and starts to gag on a bone. His eyes become somewhat large as he chokes. Gak... gak... /gak/.

Belliger looks over to Jim... He leans and slams an open paw heavily on Jim's back a couple times.

Plop. The bone lands on the floor and Jim sighs happily. "Thanks, m'lad," he says to Belliger. "An' greetin's, Miss," to Mercedes. The rest of the shrewcrew look over the shrewmaid, clearly going, Phwoar! XD Except Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th, o' course. He remains aloof.

A stiff nod is given to the shrew. "Greetings, Jim. I hope vou are vell, non..?" A wicked glance is given to the shrewcrew at their behavior, and Mercedes' paw strays absentmindedly to to hilt of her blade. Males.. c_c

The shrewcrew's eyes widen. Ooh, feisty. XD Jim nods in return, somewhat fazed by Mercedes' German accent (XD), but still understanding her meaning. "Oh, yes, Miss, yes," he replies. "Tho' this fish is a bit bony..." He frowns at said fishy and digs in again. Yum.

Lassik decides to watch again, falling silent. Her gaze is particuarly on Mercedes, seeming interested in the accented female shrew.

Belliger blinks at the activity around him. Much excitement since Lassik showed up. He finishes the second fish, chewing thoughtfully and swallowing.

Mercedes, who has a FRENCH accent and NOT german, grunts at the group of shrews. Indeed. Roving eyes fall upon Lassik who is.. er.. looking her way. Mercedes slowly moves to sit next to the Log-a-Log, grabbing her own peice of fish and bread and beginning to eat daintily. "Zo, I heard vou vere at ze Abbey. Vaz et nice?"

Lassik grins at the other shrew. "It's nice enough. Most beasts up there don't do anythin' but argue lately."

Jim also chews thoughtfully. He smacks his lips together a little and sighs. "Well, Belliger, ol' chap, anythin' planned for the day? Now tha' the Log-a-Log's here it seems like the perfick opportunity fer a knees-up." He looks hopeful.

Mercedes nods thoughtfully in Lassik's direction, though it is quite the puzzling comment.. after all, isn't Redwall a place of peace and harmony? Shrugging to herself, Mercedes merely takes another bite of her bread, eyeing the group once more until.. what's this? o_o; Rufus is seen, and Mercedes tilts her head. A quiet chap, he seems.. Getting up, Mercedes goes to sit by the aloof lad, grinning.

Belliger raises an eyebrow. A party, eh? That doesn't sound like too bad of an idea... "Aye, a knees-up soun's like a good idea." He looks around for Trynt, who... pretty much always has a drink on him, but comes up short. Hmph. "It -is- 'bout time we celebrated th'reformation of the Guosim, don' ya think, Lassik?"

( Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th spares Mercedes a small glance, inspecting her garb critically before sticking his nose up in the air once more. "Dahling tunic," he says, nasally. "Hardly this season, is it tho', darling?" XD)

Mercedes can't hide the shocked expression on her features. Goodness, a fashion trendy shrew? Fashion trendy and shrew rarely go together, if at all. A slightly angered Mercedes stands up, pointing a finger at the 14th Pimpernell, "If I vere vou, zir shrew, I vould spend more time learning aboot swordplay and battle instead ov vat ez en or not!"

( Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th (pant pant pant) looks Mercedes up and down with clear disdain. "Calm down, darling," he says. "You don't want to have an accident, now." He turns his gaze to Belliger. Why hello there. XD )

Belliger raises his left eyebrow, lowers his right eyebrow, and closes his right eye, glaring at Rufus. He blinks a few times, and shakes his head. Still waiting on Lassik to answer his question. You know, the one about the party.

( Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th raises his eyebrows suggestively. Ooh, is Belliger /winking/ at him? XD )

Lassik yawns and waves a paw to Belliger. "Right, a party. That'd be a good idea."

Jim looks enthusiastic, rubbing his oily paws on his trousers. "Aye, that'd be grand!"

Belliger shrugs Rufus off. "Righ' then... Anyplace we can get our 'ands on some drink?"

Drink? Oh right. Drink... party. Lassik frowns slightly, and shrugs. Never a big drinker herself.

( Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th mutters to himself, smirking. He knows what /he'd/ like to get his hands on... ;) )

He'd like to get his hands on some good quality lettuce. Yes, that's it. Not Belliger, ho no, he wouldn't dream of it... shifty look Can you stop hitting me now, please, Belliger?

Mercedes grunts and eyes Rufus with equal disdane. Huff. Just trying to be nice has its bad qualities. The shrewess watches the actions between Belliger and Rufus. Oooh. So that's it.. o_o

Belliger looks around absently, then to Rufus. "So... Rufus Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the Fourteenth... 'ow are thin's?"

Rufus_Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th perks up at this attention bestowed upon him. "Oh, they're not bad, thank you dahling. Belliger, wasn't it?" He smiles at Belliger, with more eyebrow raising. "And... yourself?"

Belliger keeps himself from chuckling at the effeminate shrew. "They're jus'... fine. An' aye, m'name's Belliger... Can y'use tha' rapier, or y'jus' carry it t'show?"

Rufus_Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th's hand slips down his thigh until it rests upon the sheathed blade of the rapier. "Depends. What would you like me to use it for?"

What the... what's that supposed to mean? Belliger squints at Rufus. "To... fight... with...? Wot else?"

Rufus_Niblick Scarlett Pimpernell the 14th merely raises his eyebrow suggestively. Yes, he likes doing that.

Fin