An expidition of sorts

[notallworthy]

Tom had woken from his slumber and try as he might he could not return to it.  His stomach growled at him most incessantly so he set off in search of food.  This place has to have a kitchen somewhere.  He was also casually looking for exits.  As he wandered about he compiled a mental list of things he would rather be doing.  1. Riding  2.  Eating

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[cat_inthe_sun]

"Are you feeling much better, Tomjones?" Jackrabbit asked, noticing the man standing around looking somewhat confused.

[notallworthy]

"Yes indeed, Mr. Rabbit!" He pointed to his bandaged head with something akin to pride. "See how well I am mended?"

[cat_inthe_sun]

"Fasure, I see. Does it hurt very much?" he asked.

[notallworthy]

"Not as much as it did when we first met, Mr. Rabbit. Mr. Carstone is a most cunning doctor."

[revmother_livia]

Well, Livia's female.

"Hello there. Lost?"

[notallworthy]

"I was seeking the kitchen but I fear I have just ended up rather muddled, Madam," Tom said with a polite bow. "Perhaps you can assist me?"

[revmother_livia]

"Perhaps I can. This way," she nodded and started off down the hall. "I see you're not bleeding anymore."

[notallworthy]

"Thanks to the efforts of Mr. Carstone I am feeling much better now. I am even now set up with a chamber of my own."

Tom looked at her rather quizzically for a moment.

"I do not believe we were properly introduced," he bowed which was rather odd since he did it while walking next to her, "Tom Jones at your service, Madam."

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin has become something of a professional at feeding people, so he will simply wander by with a tray of iced gingerbread, little sandwiches, and a pot each of tea and coffee, heading for the main room.

[notallworthy]

Tom's stomach leads where his head and heart do not. Foooood.....

"I say there!" He tried to flag down the gingerbread.

[alcuin_delaunay]

Alcuin stopped and turned with a friendly smile. "Hello. Hungry?"

[notallworthy]

Tom had not eaten since he arrived at the mansion and so he shoved a whole gingerbread cake into his mouth. Ooops! He preformed an odd sort of choking, sputtering, swallow that turned into a rather akward bow. "Thomas Jones, at your service, sir." Unfortunately his mouth was still rather full of gingerbread.

[fangs_gray]

Surreal's female. Very clearly so. Of course, she's very dangerous at the same time. "Training to be a statue are we?"

[notallworthy]

Tom immediately gave a bow. "Thomas Jones at your service, Madam."