This is a Log of Tzolkin doing his job in a typical work day. Well, mostly typical..
Characters: Zen, Tzolkin, Timothy


LVC: First Level Corridor
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Lamplight gleams off of the curved, earth-and-stone walls of the corridor and glints dully of the terra-cotta squares that tile the floor. The oil lamps fixture are bright, obviously shined regularly. The corridor itself is long and broad, continuing north and south from here.

The passageway continues [North] and [South].
Signs along the eastern wall of the corridor label the broad doorways here as [Lounge] and Meeting [Hall].

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With: [OOC] Zen


Tzolkin wanders along the corridor, headed for the workshops where he works. He's wearing his usual half-apron, and carries a sackful of new supplies over his shoulder.

Zen's looking rather nervous, pacing around and seeming a bit lost. He glances up and spots Tzolkin, waving sheepishly. "Uh... hi there,,,"

Zen
The small and young adult aged brown mouse you see before you seems to be one of the furriest and fuzziest mice you had ever seen! It starts with his ears. Those fuzzy round ears seem to be too large for his body, seemingly out of porportion!

His eyes seem to be large and out of portion as well, but they have a very friendly and charming feel to them. Those soft red eyes gaze at you with curiousity and inocense. Oddly, his eyes may tend to be rather dialated at times; not seeming to grasp hold of his suroundings.

Infront of his eyes is his muzzle, long whiskers splaying out from it with a short black nose at the tip of it. His muzzle is brown except for it's underside. The bottom half of Zen's muzzle is a creamy white color that spreads to the front of his neck and all the way down his underside.

That white fur along his neck, chest, and tummy is full and thick, spreding out in every direction. The rest of his body is brown including his arms, legs, and paws. Oddly, he seems to have a fuzzy tail as well! The tail is brown but has a white streak of fur that runs along the underside of it.


Tzolkin stops in his tracks, eyeing the exceptionally fuzzy mouse in front of him. "Oh. Hello there." he greets, with a disarming smile. The mouse tailor's furred tail curls around his feet while he regards Zen and his lack of dress with mild curiousity. "Don't believe I've seen you around before. You new here?" he asks.

Zen shrugs a little. "Oh, well.. I'm... I've... I have been about and around. Uh, just haven't ... " He pauses and tilts his head a bit at Tzolkin. "Uh... your one of those NIMH rats, aren't you? Well, your not a rat, but... your with them, right? I can tell, you are!"

Tzolkin chuckles softly and nods, then tilts his head, setting the load of supplies down by his side. "Yes. I am a member of this colony." He pauses for a moment, tail flicking as he rubs his chin. "And to be honest, I had assumed you were, too. Are you not?" he asks, curiously.

Zen shakes his head and scratches at an ear with a hind leg. "Uh.. nope.. I'm not. I.. uh...just kind of visit sometimes I guess.." He glances around, "Yea... just visit every now and then..."

Tzolkin sighs softly and smirks. "Ah. Well, someone in the Guard must like you. They usually turn mice from the forest away." he notes, fidgeting briefly with the burlap-like edge of the sack he was carrying. "You seem a bit lost. Is there something specifically that you're looking for?"

Zen blinks at the mentioning of gaurds... Oh no. "Uh.. yea, just.. don't mention me to the gards... uh... Oh, no.. I was just looking for someone... Uh... my wife told me to appologize to them... hehe..."

Tzolkin blinks, one ear tilting slightly in confusion. "Ah... So your wife is a resident here?" he asks. The mouse pads quietly over to a wall, leaning both himself and his supplies against it. "I admit you seem a bit difficult to understand. But that's to be expected I suppose. Who were you looking for? Maybe I know them." he suggests, with a smile.

Zen scratches behind his ear. Don't tell them of my wife is all he thinks. She can't find out what he's up too! "Uh... a... a rat by the name of Simon... I think... Is he one of the guards?"

Tzolkin shakes his head. "Actually, I think he works up in the greenhouse." he replies, motioning for the other mouse to join him in leaning against the wall. "You might want to move over to the side of the hallway. There's a shift change coming up, and you don't want to get tripped over by busy rats."

Zen blinks and nods his head, then sighs. "He... he works... with the plants... doesn't he? OH no.." He bounces a little and stretches out a bit. "This is gonna be fun..." He mumbles and mutters to himself..

Tzolkin quirks a brow at Zen's behavior, nodding. "Are you okay?" he asks, nervously. A moment later the sound of doors opening down the hall can be heard, accompanied by the drone of at least a dozen rats chattering in conversation as they walk in this direction.

Zen stays close to the wall and shakes his head, "I... I'm in trouble...w... what do I do? My wife wants me to applogize for stealing food from him cause he's her friend, but I'll end up in a fight and I know it!! Oh man... Rat's bite hard... I know that much and I'll be gnawed in half if he even gets the slightest mad!"

Tzolkin blinks and shakes his head vigorously. "Oh, no no no. The rats here are not like that. They'd rather talk through a problem than get into a fight, I assure you." he says, trying to offer Zen some comfort. "If it would make you feel any better, though, I can go with you." he offers. The conversing rats approach and pass by, heading for the cafeteria. A few look at Zen with an expression of mild confusion, and one in particular seems to sneer at the mice, but they pass without incident. Catching the sneer, Tzolkin huffs softly. "Well, most of them are civilized, at least."

Zen nods his head, but still paces. "Terri said that too, but.. I've... I've stolen quite a lot and... 've.. always snuck past the gaurds and.. Oh... I''m going to be in big trouble, aren't I?"

Tzolkin nods a bit, listening with perked ears. He puts a paw on his chin once more, thinking. "Well, considering all that.. yes, you might be in a little bit of trouble. But I don't think the rats would -hurt- you." He moves to place a paw on Zen's shoulder. "Trust me. I was like you, when I was younger. Granted, I never stole things, but I still got myself into trouble."

Zen nods his head a little and sighs, "Oh.. I... I'm.. not going to get attacked? Thank goodness... I'm.. still worried though.. I've.. i've got kids I've got to go back and see..."

Tzolkin nods gently. "I understand. I have a son of my own." he says. As the mouse reaches to pick up his supplies, he remembers. "Say.. I don't think we were ever properly introduced. I'm Tzolkin." the mouse tailor says, extending a paw.

Zen smiles at Tzolkin and scratches his ear with a hind paw again. "Darn... itchy ear... Oh, hehe, I'm Zen Fetcher. Nice to me you, Tzolkin." He smiles and then looks at the extended paw, leaning close to it and sniffing at it.

Tzolkin smirks, watching Zen. "You were supposed to shake it, not sniff it. Pleased to meet you, Zen Fetcher." He looks around briefly, then picks up the sack containing his supplies. "I'd better get down to the shop. Don't wanna be late. You're welcome to come with me if you'd like." he offers.

Zen nods his head at Tzolkin, following after. He blushes a bit a bit too, "Oh.. hehe, shake it.. right.. Hehe, my bad. It's kind of like how Terri always wants to kiss and I end up licking.. hehe.."

Tzolkin grins and puts a paw over his muzzle, trying to keep from laughing out loud. "Heh. It's fine." He coughs a bit, then begins padding northward, towards the workshops.


LVC: First Level Corridor
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The corridor stretches onward for quite a while before coming to its northern end. Unglazed terra-cotta squares cover the floor, and walls of smooth, dark earth and stone curve overhead. Lamplight fills the corridor, gleaming from the oil lamps affixed to the walls.

The corridor stretches [South].
A ramp leads [Up] to the Second Level.
Doorways along the eastern wall of the passageway lead to the [Infirmary] and [Gym].
Although the actual corridor may end here, a broad tunnel angles gently downward into the mountainside, leading to the [Work]shops.

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Zen follows behind Tzolkin, glancing around at the other rats about. He almost gets lost, but then he remebers and follows Tzolkin closely again. "Wow... so... so many rats.. I.. I hope I don't make one angry... I'd be torn to shreds!"

Tzolkin pauses, looking back at Zen for a moment. "It's really not necessary to worry about that sort of thing." he assures, "Stay close though. Don't wanna get lost." Tzol then continues down the tunnel leading to the workshops.


LVC: WS -- Main Corridor
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The main body of the Workshop is located at what could be considered 'ground level', as the long corridor slopes ever-gradually downward into the mountain before flattening out. Here, one can hear the thrumming drone of water-powered machinery, although you are still far enough away for the sound not to be overwhelming.

The corridor stretches [Up] into the lobby-like room of business offices.
Large doorways lead off into various departments:
[M]ain [W]orkshop
Scientific [Lab]oratory
[Tailor]'s Shop

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Zen glances around as he stays close and then he ponders. "Wow... what.. what all is in here? I'm.... I don't know what any of this is.... Hehe, I know what a guitar is, but that's all."

Tzolkin continues leading Zen down the corridor and into the workshops. The main corridor is buzzing with activity as the Rats change shifts and go about their business; some leaving, others coming. "Ah. Good question. This place is where we make things like guitars." he replies. "Some of the tools are not safe, though, so please try not to touch anything." The mouse stops in front of a door with the words 'Tailor's Shop' inscribed on it, reaching up to turn the handle. "Here is where I work." he notes.

Zen looks around, nodding his head a bit. "Oh, I see.. Uh... I'll... try not to touch anything I shouldn't..." He smiles and gives a 'reasuring' nod as he looks at the door.

Tzolkin nods to Zen, and with some effort pushes the rat-sized door open with his hip. Stepping inside, he puts the sackful of supplies down on the nearest table and motions Zen inside.


LVC: WS -- Tailor's Shop
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The Tailor's shop is a rather large room, perhaps the size of two apartments. Brightly lit by the bank of windows at the back of the room and the flickering golden light of oil lamps, the tailor's shop is well-fit to do its purpose. There are three drafting tables against one wall, where the clothing designers and pattern-makers do their craft. A few torso dummies in common sizes are here to assist in making uniform patterns or serve as stand-ins for rats too busy to come in for a fitting. A bank of mirrors, two elevated platforms, and several changing rooms are here, as well.

A single door along the western wall leads [Out] to the corridor.

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Sleepers: Regellan


Zen looks around, curious as always. He wonderd away just a little, his nose doing most of the scouting as he sniffed a few objects that seemed to look safe. "Ooh... what's this thing? What's that?!?!" He looks at a mirror, sniffing at his reflection.. "Hey.. Hey!!! QUIT IT! QUIT STARING!! Oh, you just want to start a fight, don't you?" He shouts at his reflection.

Tzolkin is about to go through the fabrics he had stowed in the sack when he notices Zen yelling at his reflection. "That would be a mirror, Zen. The mouse you see when you look at it is just an image of you reflecting off of it." he explains. Afterwards, Tzol goes back to setting out the fabrics on the table, counting out how much he has of each type, and adding it up on a small piece of paper.

Zen's head tilts at the concept. All he knows is that there is a mouse staring at him and he's not backing down. He sniffs at the mirror a bit more, then a audiable *CLANK* can be heard as Zen nipped at the mirror! He didn't damage it all, but he sure enough almost took off in a sprint away from it. Going back to Tzol, he glances around at more things, the fabrics catching his attention.

Tzolkin tenses slightly in response to the sudden clank, looking quickly at the mirror. Seeing it isn't damaged, he breathes a sigh or relief, looking at Zen. "Told ya." he says, matter-of-factly, continuing his measuring and writing the results down on the paper, though this time he keeps one eye trained on Zen, his tail flicking left and right, slowly.

Zen hrmms... trying to poke at the fabric with a paw. "What's this stuff? Is it edible?" His eye catches the mirror again, causing his fur to bristle up on the back of his neck. He mutters to himself, "That mouse is strong...."

Timothy walks up to Tzolkin's shop, giving the (presumeably open?) door a slight knock before peeking inside. "Oh, uh, hi, Tzolkin... busy?" he asks, noticing Zen there.

Tzolkin adjusts the glasses he has perched on his nose, seeming to be focusing on what he's doing with the paper. Likely math. "That mouse is not real." he says, distractedly, tongue sticking out the side of his muzzle. "And this," he points at the fabric, "is called fabric. It isn't edible, but it's good for making clothes. Oh, hi Timothy." The mouse tailor then blinks, looking up suddenly to regard Timothy with slight surprise. He hadn't expected anyone this soon. "No, I'm not that busy. What can I do for you?"

Zen glances at Tim, his head tiltling as he smiles. He waves a paw and smiles. "HI there, Timothy." He claps his paws a little and bounces. "I.. I know you! Right?"

Timothy steps inside, holding one of his tunics in his paw. "I got a rip in this while I was sparring, was hoping you could fix it," he replies, looking over to Zen curiously. "I... think so?" he replies. "You're... Zen?"

Tzolkin nods, quietly watching Zen and Timothy. "So you two already know each other." He smiles whiskerly and nods again to Timothy, holding out a paw for the tunic. "I'll have it repaired in no time. Where exactly did it rip?" he asks, marking his place in what he was previously doing with the fabric.

Zen watches and nods at Tim. He then glances at the fabric, an idea hitting him. He quickly started to run in circles. "Oh, OH, OH!!! Come back thought, come back!!" He paces, and paces, and paces, then he catches up with his thought! "Oh, yes, yes!! I... Tzolkin, can... can you make me.. a dress? I think that's what it's called, right?"

Timothy holds up one of the sleeves, poking a finger through a ripped seam on one side. "Right here... Someone got a bit carried away with a practice sword and caught the tip on my shirt. Lucky it didn't catch me, really, that could've been painful." He blinks a little at Zen's request, but decides to let Tzolkin handle that one.

Tzolkin blinks, eyes going a bit wide as the hyper feral makes his request. "I .. uh.. a.. a dress?" he asks, stumbling over his words. "Okay.. you're wanting to surprise the Mrs. I'm guessing?" The tailormouse nods to Timothy, eyeing the ripped seam for a moment before grinning. He nods affirmatively. "I can definately fix that up for you. Just let me get a needle and thread."

Zen nods his head and smile! "Oh yes! I think Terri will LOVE the dress! Uh huh!" He smiles and claps his paws excitedly! "Hehe, she deserves it." He smiles and then glances at Tim, his head tilting. "You mean someone almost bit your arm? Wow, those rats have sharp teeth!"

Timothy grins at Zen, obviously a bit less bothered now that he knows it's for someone else. "Thanks, Tzol," he replies. To Zen he blinks and shakes his head. "Uh, no... they used a sword."

Tzolkin grins almost devilishly and nods, cracking his knuckles. He grabs a needle and a spool of thread from one of the cupboards, and returns to a nearby table, waiting for Timothy to set the tunic down. "Just set the tunic down over here, and I'll have it patched up in 10 minutes, tops." he says, confidently. Meanwhile, he looks back to Zen. "So, did you have a specific design you'd like to describe to me, or would you like to look at pictures for some of the standard dress patterns brought over from the Mouse Colony?"

Zen blinks a bit lost at Tzol's question. He looks at the fabric and hrmms softly. "I think she'd like something blue. Yup! Oh, and it can't be too long... hehe, she'll trip." He turns back to Timothy, "A sword? Hehe, I use my teeth. Work just fine for me!"

Timothy does as Tzolkin says, setting the tunic on the table. "No rush, really, but thanks," he replies. He watches the exchange between Zen and Tzolkin with interest. "Well... Swords work better for some things."

Tzolkin keeps his ears alert, nodding to Zen as he carefully threads a needle with thread matching the color of Timothy's ripped tunic. "So, blue and short it is, then. Here, take a look at any of these sketches and let me know if there's one in particular that you like." he says, pointing to a board on the wall which has various sketches of rodents wearing different styles of clothing tacked to it. He smiles to Timothy, carefully turning the tunic inside-out and laying it out on the table so that the ripped seam is closest to him. "I know. It's just a fairly simple operation."

Zen glances at the board curiously. He smiles and points at one, a pretty simple and basic design. "Oooh, that one! SHe'd like that one!!! Hehe, OH, that's right! You'd need to know how tall is tall and how short is short." He smiles and hrmms... With a paw, he measures it off. Holding it up to the near top of his head, just very slightly under, he smiles. "About.. this tall... like me, then about this skinny... well... as skinny as me, if not more, then hrmm... arms are about the same. Yup."

Timothy watches as Tzolkin works for a little while, but then moves over behind Zen to take a look at the book of dress designs. "Wouldn't it make more sense to get her measurements instead?"

Tzolkin positions the ripped seam in front of him and flattens out the sleeve with a paw, lining up the edges before typing a thread-knot at one end of the rip. He then begins to sew, using a simple backstitch technique. He pauses and looks to Zen, "Hmm. Well, what we can do, since we might not want to ruin the surprise, is use your measurements as a rough model, then hem it if something doesn't fit perfectly after you've given it to her." he suggests. "Unless of course you'd like to get her measurements, like Timothy is suggesting?"

Zen shakes his head, "Measurements?!? I don't know what those are! Hehe, I... think my measurments will work just fine if they are here.. uh... are they?" He looks around, then glances back at the mirror. "Oh, and yes, I want ito to be a surprise!"

Timothy ohs, and nods knowingly. "I guess that makes sense."

Tzolkin continues his stitching to the end of the ripped area, then ties another knot and goes back over the whole thing with a whip stitch, just to be sure it stays put and the fabric doesn't fray. He chuckles softly, "Measurements are gauges of your size and body proportions. I'll get out the measuring tape right after I finish with Timothy's tunic." he answers, distractedly, making one final knot and cutting the thread with his teeth.

Tzolkin then asks Timothy, "So, how are things today?"

Timothy chuckles a little, shaking his head a bit. "Think I've got a new enemy... Thing is, I don't even know what I did to deserve it. I dunno..."

Tzolkin raises an eyebrow, turning the tunic right-side out and folding it neatly. "Timothy Brisby making enemies? Nah.. I find it kind of hard to believe you'd have done anything to deserve it. Unless they have something against mice.." he replies, holding the repaired tunic out for Timothy to take. "There. All finished." Tzol smiles, flicking his tail.

Timothy shrugs a bit to Tzolkin. "It might be that; he did talk about being impressed that a mouse could hold his own in a spar... Just feels... different from the other mouse-bigots I've seen. And he kept calling me 'Little Hero'. Dunno where he came up with that one."

Tzolkin nods, paws on his hips for a moment. "Huh. You know, I didn't want to suggest it offhand, but he might have something against the Brisby family. I've heard there are a few with that kind of sentiment." The tailormouse puts the needle and thread away, then returns to the pile of fabric he left on another table, resuming his calculations. "Did this mouse-bigot have a name?" he asks, curiously.

Timothy sighs a bit. "Maybe... didn't seem like that either, particularly. Usually--" he smirks a bit, "--heh, not that it's all that common. But yeah, usually they talk about my parents if that's their game... Um... I didn't think to ask, no. I saw him in the Lounge, and then he found me in the Gym and decided to 'spar' with me unprovoked." He shivers a little. "Gives me the creeps."

Tzolkin blinks, tilting his head. "Ah. Yikes. This guy sounds like a real looney." The fur on the back of his neck bristles slightly. "I hope the Guard catch on to him soon." he adds, folding and stacking a pile of cornflower-blue fabric before pinning the paper he was writing on to it, and stowing it in one of the cupboards. He then pulls several spools of thread from the supply sack and begins counting them.

Timothy nods a little. "I plan to file a report, yeah... wish I had a name. And it bothers me that I haven't really seen him before." He sighs. "Would it kill people to get along? Got enough problems to deal with wthout people with kinks in their tails trying to rock the boat."

Tzolkin hmms, sorting through different colors of threads. "A new face? Now -that's- interesting." he says, scratching his chin. "Nah. They only think it would. Really, I think getting along is the only thing which -doesn't- have a body count. But such is life for the 'civilized'." he replies with a chuckle, tail flicking left and right slowly.

Timothy sighs. "Guess you're right. All this talk about being somehow superior to 'ferals' or humans is a bunch of nonsense, in my book." He shakes his head a little, looking back to Tzolkin. "So, how've you been, then?"

Tzolkin nods a bit, ears splaying back sympathetically. He nods softly in agreement, stacking one group of spools away in a cabinet. "I've been as alright as I could be, really. It's been business as usual. Though I have a feeling that not all is well within the ranks of the Rats." he answers, leaning in a bit as he says the latter portion. "It's still cold out, though, so I haven't gotten as much fresh air as I would usually like."

Timothy nods a little... "True enough, on both counts. Hope it warms up soon."

Tzolkin nods in agreement, stacking another set of spools. "Me too. Will be good to be able to walk out to the Pavilion again without getting chilled."

Timothy nods. "I just like spring. And summer, for that matter. Winter's always just... I dunno. Feels like I always get sick or something." He picks up the finished tunic, giving the work a nod of approval. "Thanks for taking care of this for me, by the way."

Tzolkin nods, stacking the last set of spools away in the cabinet. "I know that feeling. Except I'm always getting depressed." he answers with a smile. "Hey, no problem. Fixing clothes is what I do, no?" he says in a fake Chicago-style accent, grinning.

Timothy slings the tunic over his arm to carry it, moving over towards the door. "You're really good at it too. I'll see you around, all right?"

Tzolkin smiles and nods, ears splaying in response to the compliment. "Thanks. Seeya around. Maybe Isaiah and I can join you guys in the dining hall sometime." he suggests, before looking around for the little feral who was next in line. "Huh.. must have run off somewhere." he assumes, and goes back to stocking the new supplies.

Timothy chuckles and nodnods to Tzolkin. "I think that'd be a very good idea," he replies. Anyway, see ya later," he says before heading out.

(End Log)