The following are a list of IC topics which will be covered in the next 
Weavercraft meeting, in this order.

1) Welcoming new members 
2) Update on who's been promoted since the last dinner 
3) Show and Tell

The following are a list of OOC topics which will be covered in the next 
Weavercraft meeting, in this order.

1) Promotions? 
2) Weavers vs. Tanners - a quick clarification 
3) Weaver Encyclopedia! 
4) TPs in the making 
5) Mailing list update 
6) Mentoring System 
7) OOC Forum - time for anyone who has an issue they'd like to raise, a comment to make, etc.

Fiona looks up from her bowl of fruit with a smile, "Good evening Master 
  Opa."
Opa looks faintly longingly at Fiona's bowl, one hand on her own stomach. 
  "Don't tell me you've started already!"
Fiona looks down at her bowl, then up at Opa, "Uhm... Just a light snack?"

Weavers> Opa says, "Okay, anytime people want to start filing in...:)"
Weavers> Jorai says, "People? What People? ;)"
Weavers> Acacia says, "Be there in a sec, talkin' weaver talk!"
Weavers> Jorai says, "Ty will be around soon :)"
Weavers> Fiona bouncies, "Weaverpeople!"
Weavers> Opa grins. Well, I *could* replace 'people' with something else, 
  but...

Jorai strolls in from the kitchen and storage area.
Jorai smashes through the door, coming to a screeching halt when she sees 
  Opa beat her after all.
Opa chuckles, shaking her head and taking her seat. "I'd've thought regular 
  meal hours as an apprentice would have cured you of snacks right before 
  supper."
Jorai brushes back her hair and straightens her shoulders as she moves 
  slowly to her seat, "Evening ma'am."
Duvetyne heads in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Opa whips her head up at the bang-smash of Jorai's entrance just as she's 
  pulling in her chair, and manages an amused smile. "Careful, Jorai...
  you'll make tracks on Acacia's clean floor."
Fiona wrinkles her nose ast the smells coming from the kitchen, "Well, 
  there's fish tonight, so this is likely to be what I what I eat." She 
  gives a lil wave to all the arrivals.
Jorai blushes, loking down at her feet, then back over the floor, "Yes'm. 
  Sorry."
Duvetyne waves.
Opa turns from Jorai to smile greetings at the other journeyranker. 
  "Duvetyne...glad you could make it!"
Jorai sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables.
Duvetyne smiles, "I do my best, ma'am, how are things back here at the 
  hall?"
Fiona sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables.
Jorai notices some fuzz on her shirt and tries to brush it off, her brows 
  furrowing as it refuses to budge.
Duvetyne sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables.

Weavers> Jorai says, "Oh sure, make me feel bad by all sitting down at 
  once ;)"

Opa sits down at the Craftmaster's Table.

Weavers> Opa forgot about the tables. :}
Weavers> Fiona says, "Yeah, now we can talk about each other . ;)"
Weavers> Jorai sniffles, Broccal, come gossip with me

Opa smiles. "Busy, as usual...your journeying is going well, I take it?"
Varina zooms in on her broomstick.
Jorai looks up finally, smiling as she sees Ty, giving a little wave.
Duvetyne smiles, "Well, I had a little difficulty finding the recipiant of 
  my latest commission, but it seemed to work out ok..."
Duvetyne wavies to Jorai. :)

Weavers> Broccal will be there directly.

Opa chuckles. "I got your note on that...shameful how these folks move 
  around, isn't it? What's a weaver to do...hello, Varina."
Acacia walks in from the kitchen and storage area.
Jorai pipes up, thinking this is a test, "Um, weave?"
Duvetyne chuckles, "Well, next time I will make sure I ask *which* weyr the 
  man went to..."
Acacia walks in, immediately looking at the floor as if seeing some tracks 
  of dirt somewhere. With a grimace she looks up to the tables and wanders 
  over, waving her hellos.
Opa's gaze slides over to Jorai and rests on her for a long, meaningful 
  moment.
Fiona gives her fruit most of her attention for a bit as others wander in to 
  dinner.
Varina wanders in, looking worn out, and plops directly into a chair.
Acacia wanders over to whisper something into Fiona's ear.
Jorai smiles weakly, then looks back down as Acacia walks in.
Fiona looks up at Acacia with a sigh, "Yeah, that's what I figured."
Johann speaks quietly with one of the cooks while the cheese omelet is 
  carefully placed on a hot plate. He directs a young drudge to bring it to 
  Duvetyne with a smile.
Acacia's brow furrows, "Why didn't...me?" she murmurs to Fi.
Broccal wanders in through the entrance leading out of the Hall.
Duvetyne digs into her omelet.
Broccal comes running in, hair damp, a towel over his shoulder.
Johann then goes back to the kitchen and returns with yet another steaming 
  omelet, which he places at Fiona's place. Nudging her, he whispers. 
  "There, that's for you. But don't think I'm going to let you out of eating 
  my fish anymore!"
Fiona blinks at Acacia, "Huh? I thought..."
Acacia pats Fiona on the shoulder and takes her seat next to Varina.
Opa shakes her head at Johann. "You're just too nice," she tells him before 
  nodding at Broccal's damp arrival.
Broccal takes a seat next to Jorai, smiling broadly.
Tasmin wanders in through the entrance leading out of the Hall.

Weavers> Tasmin says, "Whew!"
Weavers> Broccal says, "Weeeee"
Weavers> Maarle wafers...and is -]- close to killing his modem.- close to 
  killing his modem.

Fiona has disconnected.
Jorai brightens at Broccal's arrival, giggling as she pats down a lock of 
  wet hair standing straight up on his head.

Weavers> Broccal knows that feeling.

Maarle steps in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Tasmin waves and hurries to his seat.
Broccal chuckles and leans close to Jorai to mutter to her.

Weavers> Opa is spammed to death...I should warn you all that I'm making the 
  attempt to listen in on two meetings tonight...this one and the staff 
  meeting, so bear with. :}
Weavers> Jorai says, "I feel so..used.. ;)"

Maarle grumbles and plops down into the nearest seat.
Broccal doesn't seem to notice Maarle sitting next to him.
The smell of the broiled fish hits those in the great hall before the 
  arrival of the drudges bearing it on large serving platters towards the 
  various tables.
Broccal mutters to Jorai, "... with... craft so... late for... swim...."
Fiona has connected.

Weavers> Broccal snugs Fiona back to life.

Maarle groans and rests his head on the table. He mutters to himself, 
  "Fardles this... gets..." 

Weavers> Maarle notes Rayne should be along sometime.
Weavers> Opa says, "Great!"

Jorai tsks softly, tho she's smiling as she fills Broc's plate with her 
  own, "Finger root?"
A dour-looking serving drudge pours Duvetyne a goblet of spiced wine and 
  hands it to her.
Duvetyne mmmmms and sips her wine.
Broccal pats his damp belly. "sure! I'm hungry." He turns to Maarle, and 
  slaps him on the back. "Hi, there, Mrl!
Opa clasps her hands together in anticipation as one of the platters gets 
  set down at her table. "Oh, I'm so hungry...been so busy today there was 
  no time for lunch."
A drudge walks over to Maarle and sets down a platter of food, some of the 
  gravy splashing onto Maarle's face. Sighing, he groans, noting the drudge 
  didn't even notice. As well, he winces from Broccal's slap. "Hello 
  Broccal."
Broccal steps out to the south, into the inner courtyard.
Broccal wanders in from the inner courtyard.
Nalla ambles in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Nalla hurries in, trying to be inconspicious.
Maarle sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables.
Opa serves herself rather a large serving of fish, given her usual helpings, 
  and a dollop of fingerroots, before passing the tray towards Varina and 
  Acacia. Turning to her plate again, she notices Nalla and smiles.
Jorai adds a steaming slice of crusty bread to their plates, leaning in 
  conspiratorially, "I heard there's a baked pudding for desert!"
Tasmin bends over to the apprentice nearby him and tries to find out what he 
  missed.
Nalla nods nervously to the Masterweaver, taking a seat at the apprentice 
  table and quickly grabbing a handful of food. She stuffs this into her 
  mouth, as if trying to look as if she'd been there all along.
Broccal sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables.
Nalla sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables.
Varina takes the tray from Opa distractedly, piling food absently on her 
  feet. She replies to something finally filtering through her head, "Aye, 
  I'm not sure if I've eaten today yet or not."
Fiona picks away quietly at her fruit, trying hard not to make faces at the 
  people on either side of her digging into their fish.
Opa spares only half a moment to wave permissively at the rest of the 
  chamber, saying, "Eat, start eating," before she starts in on her own 
  meal. After a number of bites, she looks up at Varina and frowns. "You're 
  not sure?"
Jorai smiles to Nalla, quickly serving her up some fish as if she was there 
  the whole time.
Maarle's hand searches for a klah mug and he succeeds as he pours himself a 
  mugful. Pulling it back, he lifts his head just enough to peer into the 
  sweetner bowl and groans, shaking his head. "It never drizzles, but it 
  pours."
Nalla ungracefully spears Jorai's fish with her fork and flops it onto her 
  plate, grinning an impish thanks to her friend.
Duvetyne looks up at Opa and then down at her clean plate, looking around to 
  see if anyone else started before the MasterWeaver.
Broccal leans toward Maarle, seemingly concerned. "Is something wrong?"

Weavers> Nalaya wavies. :):)
Weavers> Opa cheers. :)
Weavers> Fiona says, "Fast dinner. :)"
Weavers> Broccal says, "did you feed the family, or just throw it on the 
  table and run?"
Weavers> Nalaya laughs. "Well, they were hungry. And offered to do the 
  dishes." :
Weavers> Nalla waves to the new arrivals.:)

Maarle shakes his head to Broccal as he takes up his fork, lifting a bite 
  into his mouth as he methodically chews.
Nalaya strides in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Jorai seems content that everyone has enough food and leans back to nibble 
  on her bread, occasionally sopping up some of the fish juices with it. 
  "Who was it you were recruiting then Broc?
Varina frowns, "No, frankly can't remember. Surely there was a sweetroll in 
  there , somewhere."
Broccal hands his mug of klah to Jorai. "Could you get some sweetner for me 
  from the end of the table?

Weavers> Nalaya giggles. "Did I miss anything drastic?"
Weavers> Tasmin says, "Nah. :)"

Opa frowns, looking at the craftsecond's tired face and laying a hand on 
  Varina's arm. "You're alright, aren't you? It's not like you to miss whole 
  sections of the day."
Maarle quietly shovels away his food, not paying heed to the apprentice next 
  to him who tries to engage him in conversation.
Broccal says "umm, Forgot her name.*shrug* But I did meet another girl. Very 
  friendly."
Jorai nods, reaching across a jr apprentice to put a few spoonfuls in the 
  mug and hand it back. "Oh..friendly?"
Haldi has arrived.

Weavers> Maarle PHEWS as his modem calms down. Bout time. :)

Nalla digs into her fish with her spoon, too hungry to use her fork. She 
  looks over at Broccal and grins, "Friendly, huh? "
Nalaya waves as she enters the room, burdened by her usual pile of fabric. 
  "Hi everyone."

Weavers> Opa waves to a Haldi! :)
Weavers> Maarle hrms and wonders if he should logon as Rayne. Heh heh 
  heh. :)
Weavers> Nalla waves to Haldi.:)
Weavers> Nalaya smirks at Maarle.

Varina shakes her head again, "It's just that mix-up with the inventory's 
  taken a lot of extra time."

Weavers> Maarle doesn't -think- the password's changed... :) Ok, I'll hush.

Jorai glances at Nalla, a pink tinge creeping into her cheeks as she attacks 
  her fish with relish.
Nalaya sits at the apprentice table, next to a red-haired boy, and takes a 
  mug of klah from across the table.
Maarle grabs a roll as the basket passes by, scraping up the gravy as he 
  finishes his klah, wincing at the blandness.

Weavers> Haldi waves and is gonna be idlish... *whatelseisnew* :}

Opa winces at the mention of that, and nods. "Get Thelva to help you with 
  that, if you're really stuck...she's got a pretty good head on her 
  shoulders for organization."
Nalla looks over at Jorai, mouth full and mid-chew, and raises her brows. 
  "What are you lookin at, Jorai?" she demands.
Broccal turns to Maarle. "you seen Morayne today?
Haldi bounds in and quickly slips into a seat with a flash of a grin at 
  Fiona.
Fiona waves Haldi to a seat next to her, giving her friend a worried look 
  before leaning into a whispered conversation.
Johann looks skeptically at Duvetyne. "Journeyranker, don't you think you 
  should wait a bit longer before having another glass of wine?"
Duvetyne frowns, "No."
Johann looks skeptically at Duvetyne. "Journeyranker, don't you think you 
  should wait a bit longer before having another glass of wine?"
Maarle looks blank as he finishes chewing and swallows. "Rayne? She's your 
  sister," he says. "No, I haven't."
Broccal seems pleased. "oh, okay."
Duvetyne gets up to duck into the kitchen and returns with another glass of 
  spiced wine.

Weavers> Fiona says, "Oh, hey. A few bits of gossip have been added to 
  Johann, for those interested. :)"

Jorai keeps her head down, just lifting her eyes slightly as she scans the 
  table and mumbles, "Jus eatin"
Nalaya eyes the wine, with a grin, but downs her first mug of klah while 
  catching up on conversations around her.
Nalla picks up the gravy boat set before her with a grunted 'Oh' and shoves 
  it over in Jorai's direction. "Thish what you want, Jorai?"
Jorai blinks, reaching out to stop the boat, missing as it cruises right 
  past her to fall off the table into Broccal's lap.
Opa misses Duvetyne's little defiance of Johann, and bends to start in on 
  her fingerroots, looking up now and then to see how everyone is doing.
Fiona pauses in her whispered conversation with Haldi to look over at the 
  apprentice table in astonishment.
Broccal jumps up, knocking the back of his legs on the bench, careening over 
  backwards, hot gravy making his lap uncomfortable.
Tasmin blinks, looking up from the meal he's stuffing down in suprise.
Acacia blinks, trying to make sure that she really did see a boat full of 
  gravy splash all over the place. Yes, she did indeed.
Maarle's head was turned the other way as he suddenly feels a jolt on the 
  bench and grabs the table, head planting in his plate. "WhAT?!"
Varina's head snaps up, and immediately she looks around to see if her 
  daughter's somewhere involved.
Jorai blanches, closing her eyes for a moment as she swears under her 
  breath, turning deep crimson.
Opa looks up sharply towards Broccal's table, looking entirely surprised. 
  "Broccal!" she exclaims, annoyed and startled.
Nalla lets out a little shriek, her hands flying to her mouth in horrified 
  dmbarrassment! "Oh! I didn't do it!"
Acacia gets up from her seat and gestures a drudge over to help her out, 
  "Broccal, why don't you go put something clean on and we'll clean this 
  up."
Broccal jumps up, grabing the towel he had put under his seat, cleaning 
  himself off. He glares at Nalla, unable to speak.
Nalaya giggles, watching, and deftly moves her pile of powdery fabric away 
  from any spills.
Opa puts her fork down on her plate with a muted clank and stands, trying to 
  get a better look. "What happened?"
Jorai grabs up her naopkin, trying to help Broccal without actually looking 
  at him, generally making the situation worse.
Nalla takes a few steps back from Broccal, her hands still clasped tightly 
  over her mouth as if she were trying to prevent its sudden departure. Her 
  mortified eyes scan the other apprentice from head to toe for a long 
  moment, wide with chagrin. Then suddenly she bursts out into a furious fit 
  of giggles!
Chatter breaks out all over the room.
Broccal counts to ten slowly then nods to Acacia as he silently leaves the 
  room.
Broccal strolls through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest 
  of the west wing.
Maarle tries to contain helpless laughter as he turns AWAY from Broccal.

Weavers> Opa grins. What are you dudes up to now? ;)

Acacia's eyebrows point sharply down as she glares at Nalla, "Please, how 
  about you help the drudge clean up what didn't hit Broccal now."

Weavers> Jorai polishes her halo. "Hmm? O:)

Fiona watches broccal leave, then throws her napkin on the table as she 
  chases after him, giving all the laughing apprentices a scowl.
Fiona steps through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing.

Weavers> Tasmin says, "Trying desperately to avoid being caught RPing ;)"

Nalaya hrms, not really laughing, but her eyes dance. "That stuff is 
  dangerous."
Duvetyne peers over at the apprentice table, trying to figure out what is 
  going on.
Varina watches them go, then comments dryly, "Two down..."

Weavers> Maarle is innocently eating, ayup!

Nalla follows Broccal out with her still-horrified gaze, which lingers on 
  the doorway for a long moment. She finally turns to the others and, her 
  giggling ceasing, bursts into tears.

Weavers> Maarle hehes and wonders if he should taunt Duvetyne into giving 
  him sock duty for another month. :)

Opa plants her hands on her hips, her eyes picking out the various 
  apprentices who were sitting close to Broccal. "Alright...Maarle, Jorai, 
  and definitely Nalla...I'll see the rest of you after dinner...perhaps you 
  can explain why my dinner was interrupted..." she breaks off, staring at 
  Nalla.

Weavers> Duvetyne says, "Nah, next time it's underclothes. :)"

Jorai watches Broc's back, then Fiona's as she follows, playing nervously 
  with her necklace. She pulls her gaze away and scoots back up to the table 
  just in time to have Nalla break down next to her.
Maarle chokes down his laughter as he blinks, an incredulous look on his 
  face, but he acquiesces. "Yes moth, er, master Opa."
Nalla looks sheepishly over at Acacia, whining, "But I didn't mean to....
  it...slipped..." She tiptoes over to the spill and stares at it for a 
  moment, then glances over at Opa unhappily.

Weavers> Maarle grins. "Watch out all of ya. :)"
Weavers> Nalaya uh-ohs.

Acacia looks at Nalla, "That was an accident. Laughing at Broccal afterwards 
  *wasn't*."

Weavers> Jorai gives a longsuffering sigh..I imagine he'll be fully clothed 
  when he returns, too..
Weavers> Jorai ;)
Weavers> Maarle doesn't wanna know, nope nope. *whine* where's rayne?!
Weavers> Varina says, "babyidles. sorry."

Nalla pouts at Acacia, her gaze dropping. "I didn't /mean/ to laugh, 
  Headwoman..." she gesticulates awkwardly. "It just sorta.../came out/..."
Jorai bends her head back over her plate, occasionally glancing at Broccal's 
  empty chair as she pushes the food around with her fork.
Nalla she points down at the floor. "like the gravy."
Tasmin does his very, very best to remain absolutely inconspicious. After 
  the debacle with the tapestries...

Weavers> Jorai cackles, good one Nalla ;)
Weavers> Acacia says, "Nalla you're making it hard for me to be stern ^_^"

Opa falls silent, letting Acacia deal with the apprentices for a moment, 
  listening, hands still akimbo on her hips.
Nalla retakes her seat, mopping at the leftover gravy with her napkin. Again 
  she tries to look inconspicuous.
Nalaya munches a sweetroll, for the moment not interested in getting into 
  any trouble, and watches Opa carefully, fiddling with her food.

Weavers> Nalla hees.;)

Maarle doesn't even try to explain himself as he relives the memory, a 
  slight smile tugging at his lips.
Nalla folds her hands demurely on the table.

Weavers> Opa loves you guys. :)

Jorai leans into Nalla, her voice low, "I'm so sorry..it's all my fault..
  he's likely never to forgive me.."
Duvetyne looks around her table and debates slipping over to get a better 
  look at the apprentices.
Acacia waits until Nalla does something with the gravy, seeing most of get 
  cleaned up and then watching the drudge do the rest, she notes, "After you 
  talk to Opa, you'll come talk to me. Now try and keep the rest of your 
  dinner on the table please." before walking back to her seat, "You too 
  Jorai."
Nalaya eews, wiping a small spot of gravy from her elbow.

Weavers> Nalla huggles the MW! "And we wuv you too, Opa!:)"

Tasmin ponders a bottle of wine. Full, a weapon against sanity.Empty, a 
  weapon against sobriety.
Jorai nods in resignation, "Yes ma'am."
Haldi has disconnected.
Opa nods soberly at Acacia, leaning forward to try to see the floor next to 
  the table. "Is it more or less cleaned up, now?"
Nalla nods sorrowfully to Acacia, chewing her lip nervously.
Maarle hrms and asks the apprentice next to him for the pot of sweetner. 
  After it is pushed in front of him, Maarle ladles out some klah, and then 
  begins filling his mug with sweetner, one slow spoonful after another.
Duvetyne takes advantage of all the attention on the apprentices to slip 
  into the kitchen and return with another glass of wine.

Weavers> Maarle hehes. Doing supersaturation unit in chem. Watch out, I've 
  got ideas. :)

Nalaya turns to eye Opa again, wiping the gravy from her elbow with a napkin 
  nearby. "I think it's mostly gone now."

Weavers> Jorai says, "Ty is such a lush!"

Acacia sits back down and nods to Opa, "It'll do just fine for now."

Weavers> Nalla laughs!
Weavers> Fiona says, "Can you imagine if we were all here for dinner every 
  night? It'd be a regualr looney bin. :)"
Weavers> Opa says, "We're not going to have to deal with explosions next, 
  are we? <pained look...>"
Weavers> Tasmin says, "Someone get the tear gas!"
Weavers> Opa says, "Maybe that's why she swoons so much? ;)"

Jorai gives up on her dinner, nudging it away from her carefully and folding 
  her arms in front of her, loking sullen.

Weavers> Maarle looks innocent...and switches mugs with Opa. :)

Nalla glances nervously at Acacia, watching the headwoman with an expression 
  akin to dread. She slowly raises her spoon to her lips again, another 
  mouthful of fish popping in.
Opa nods at Nalaya, managing a faint smile, and sits down. "Alright 
  then...may we continue with our dinner now, then?" she asks the 
  conspicuous apprentice table with an uncharacteristic tinge of sarcasm.
Nalaya hrms, scooting closer to her friends for a moment. Then she takes 
  another fairly unmessy bite of a sweetroll.
Opa nods at Acacia as well. *oh, ye spam!*
Broccal wanders in from the kitchen and storage area.
Fiona wanders in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Maarle blinkblinks as he has suddenly used up much of the sweetner. Trying 
  to be conspicuous, he stops and pushes the pot away. He reaches for 
  another instead.
Nalla gasps a little as Broccal enters. She tries to look nonchalant as she 
  munches her packtail.
Broccal reenters, in dry clothes, eyes sparkling, mouth twisted in a smirk 
  as he searches out Nalla.
Fiona slips back in quietly, not meeting anyone's gaze as she returns to her 
  seat, noticable in her fresh clothes and pink cheeks.
Broccal sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables.
Nalla raises her gravy-stained napkin over her mouth, attemtping to hide 
  from Broccal.
Acacia looks at Broccal and Fiona curiously before getting back to her 
  dinner.
Duvetyne finishes her wine and chuckles to herself.
Broccal takes his seat next to Jorai and nods pleasantly to her.
Nalaya just stares at her food, wishing the subject would change or someone 
  would say something...
Nalla turns her head toward Broccal and watches him silently, bracing 
  herself.
Maarle looks slightly confused as he watches those two enter, still filling 
  his klah with sweetner. Finally, peering into it, he stops and begins 
  stirring.
Broccal says "is there any gravy that i didn't wear?"
Opa nods to Fiona and Broccal as they re-enter, evidently completely missing 
  the fact that Fiona's changed clothes, too.
Jorai stiffens slightly, leaning away in chagrin.
Nalla suddenly chews her lip again, holding up her napkin as if for 
  protection.
Broccal raises his voice to make certain Master Opa can hear him. "I'm sorry 
  for the commotion, Master Opa."
Nalla quickly glances over at Opa and nods briskly to her, the sheepish grin 
  returning to her face.
Nalaya watches Broccal from under lowered lashes, her face coloring for him.
Fiona reaches across the table for a pitcher of juice, rattling it against 
  her glass nervously as she pours.
Opa nods acknowledgement at Broccal. "That's alright...it's been my 
  experience that people don't usually spill hot gravy over themselves on 
  purpose. I just hope we can get through the evening without further 
  mishap."
Maarle cackles softly.
Broccal offers Nalla a roll, completely ignoring his friend Maarle.
Nalla stares at Broccal in astonishment, her mouth dropping open. she takes 
  the roll with a nod of gratitude, then proceeds to examine it for hidden 
  surprises.
Opa clears her throat, assuming a half-forced cheery expression. "Anyway..." 
  she announces. "It's good to see all of you here."
Broccal smiles wickedly as he returns to his now cooling plate. He reaches 
  out for his klah.

Weavers> Maarle dives behind a solid wood table...

Tasmin whispers to Johann, who returns in a moment with a small mug.
Nalaya looks up now, grinning widely, hoping there's not any gravy left at 
  all. She turns to grin at Nalla, then back at the craftmaster.
Maarle firmly yanks out the mixing spoon and watches the liquid swirl in the 
  mug. He likes the texture and grins, setting it down near Broccal's mug.
Jorai smiles gratefully as her plate is cleared from the table, leaning 
  against it with a sigh.
Nalla looks up from her roll-examining to smile a little at Nalaya, then 
  busies herself with picking off little pieces of teh rolll and stuffing it 
  into her mouth as she listens carefully to Master Opa's words.
Opa says "Actually, we've quite a few people to welcome, who have joined us 
  since our last such dinner." Her eyes go around the room, looking for 
  faces.
Broccal picks up his mug (or what he thought was his mug) and takes a drink. 
  He spits it back out and makes a noise like a feline hacking up a 
  fur-ball.

Weavers> Jorai BOL

Fiona shoves her empty fruit bowl away, a gratefull look washing over her 
  face as the fishplates around her are removed. She cradles her juice glass 
  between her hands as she glances around the room from under her lashes.
Nalla looks incredulously at Broccal, then immediately get the most 
  defensive, 'Wasn't Me This time' look on her face, her eyes darting 
  furiously around the room.

Weavers> Fiona hands broccal the prize for the evening. :)

Opa's glance is attracted back towards Broccal, looking slightly pained once 
  again, but she forges on. "Nalaya, can you stand up a moment?"
Duvetyne waves Fiona back to the table. :)
Maarle turns his head quickly over as he wonders where that hacking noise is 
  coming from. He looks at Broccal?!
Nalla settles back into ehr seat, confident that she won't be blamed for 
  this at least. she watches Nalaya rise with a warm smile.
Nalaya head follows Opa's as she looks around, then she starts when Opa 
  calls her name. "Me?" She wipes her hands on her skirts, standing 
  sheepishly.
Jorai gives Broc a quick thump on the back, eyes darting around nervously at 
  the Masster's table, "You ok?"
Broccal hands the mug to Maarle. "is this disgusting stuff yours?"
Opa nods reassurance at the girl. "Nalaya's one of our newest apprentices," 
  she announces, "as are Alcyone, Darden, Kymer and Sachi."
Fiona sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables.

Weavers> Opa will be unable to type soon from the convulsions of laughter...

Tasmin sighs a /very/ happy smile. In *this* crowd, even /he/ looks normal.
Maarle raises an eyebrow at Broccal, "That klah? No...this is mine," he says 
  picking up Broccal's mug.
Nalaya stands, switching from foot to foot, smiling around brightly with a 
  little wave.
Nalla claps cheerily for the new apprentices, apparently relieved that the 
  Master's attention is no longer on her.
Broccal whispers to Maarle, forgetting the meeting. "No, Maarle, I think 
  this is yours!"
Fiona waves her juice glass in Nalaya's direction as she scoots over one 
  seat nearer to Ty.

Weavers> Nalla hees at MamaOpa.:)

Opa keeps Nalaya standing just a *bit* longer. "Nalaya was also promoted 
  recently, to full apprentice, as was Kymer."
Maarle blinks and whispers fiercely back to Broccal, "I'm sure this is 
  mine!" he takes a sip and hacks up in imitation of Broccal. "What is 
  this?!"
Nalaya blushes now, nodding. She catches some commotion at the apprentice 
  table out of the corner of her eye, and protectively moves the fabric at 
  her seat a bit father away.
Nalla applauds again, grinning broadly at Nalaya.
Opa takes the opportunity to pop a bite of fingerroot into her mouth while 
  the room whispers about Nalaya.
Broccal shoves the mug of klahed sweetner at Maarle. "gimme that!"
Jorai hears Nalla and goes to applaud with her, turning red again as she 
  realizes her hand is still resting on Broccal's back.
Nalla whispers something to Joari.
Duvetyne goes to sip at her glass and finds it empty. Her eyes dart around, 
  looking for a way to get some more wine.
Nalla er jorai
Nalaya flushes further, hoping the whispers about her are nice. She scans 
  the faces, then turns again to look at Opa.
Fiona frowns at Ty's glass and leans over to whisper at her.
Opa waves at Nalaya to sit down again, her eyes sliding over to Fiona's 
  table (thus able to see if Duvetyne slips away for, oh, say, more wine) 
  and says "Fiona was also promoted recently, to full journeyranker, and 
  Ninali to senior apprentice."
Maarle pulls back as he keeps the mug out of reach from Broccal. "What? This 
  is my klah! I just haven't added enough sweetner," he says, keeping his 
  voice low.
Duvetyne ignores Fiona.
Fiona frowns at Ty, then turns to give the room a lil wave as she senses 
  eyes on her.
Broccal glares at Maarle for a few moments, then gives up trying to talk 
  with him. He tries to get a drudge's attention.
Nalaya takes her seat again, hiding her reddish face behing her mug of klah, 
  furtively glancing about.

Weavers> Acacia acks! "I have to dash, Opa I need to ask you about something 
  wwhen you're around next. Remind me if I forget ^_^. Take care everyone, 
  I'm off to save a stranded motorist. *waviesn'hugs*

Maarle looks at Broccal as if he were a bit crazy. Settling back into his 
  seat, Maarle begins to spoon in some more sweetner...then decides to drink 
  it plain and downs the whole thing in a gulp.

Weavers> Opa noodles and hugwaves!

Jorai tries to smile encouragingly to Nalaya. Unfortunately, given her 
  current embarrasssment, it comes across as a weird sort of grimace.
Nalla cheers for her friend Fiona and grins at Ninali happily.
Acacia has disconnected.

Weavers> Fiona snugsAcacia!

Johann looks skeptically at Duvetyne. "Journeyranker, don't you think you 
  should wait a bit longer before having another glass of wine?"

Weavers> Nalla hugs Acacia.

Duvetyne sighs and gets up, deliberately, and heads to the kitchen.

Weavers> Maarle wafers to Acacia. :) Late though he is. :)

Opa taps her finger against her lips thoughtfully. "Let me see...Oh yes, 
  we've also had journeyrank miner Tig posted to our area, so you may see 
  her around...Zephine's joined our staff as a handywoman, and Haldi's 
  brother Daymon has been fostered here, and...Duvetyne, where *are* you 
  going?"
Duvetyne returns from the kitchen with her glass, "Ma'am?"

Weavers> Opa says, "Hey, does anyone mind if we skip the show 'n tell 
  segment and go straight on into the OOC stuff after these 
  announcements? :}"
Weavers> Maarle nopes. :)
Weavers> Nalla says, "Go fer it, ma'am.:)"
Weavers> Broccal is kewl with it.

Nalaya tries to keep track of what Opa's saying, then her eyes flick to 
  watch Duvetyne. Hrm.

Weavers> Fiona had something to show, but her models seem not to be able to 
  make it. :(
Weavers> Maarle will do the runway thang! ;)

Opa eyes the glass, then eyes Johann, who frowns disapprovingly and shakes 
  his head. She then looks back at Duvetyne's glass and looks at it 
  meaningfully, although she doesn't say anything in front of the entire 
  hall.

Weavers> Nalaya can do the walk....:)
Weavers> Opa gives you all sloppy kisses. Oh, thankyouthankyou. :)

Broccal gets a new mug of klah, setting the sweetend one close to Maarle. He 
  leans toward Jorai, away from Mrl.
Duvetyne waits for Opa for a moment, then shrugs and sits down.
Maarle calls over a drudge to take away the offending mug, and one does so, 
  replacing it with a fresh mug, nice and warm. Maarle spoons only one 
  spoonful as his eyelids droop.
Of sweetner...
Opa takes a deep breath and sits back down. "Well, those are all my 
  announcements." She signals Johann to start bringing in the 
  dessert...fruit!
Nalla grins at Opa, then digs intoa sweetroll.

Weavers> Varina wishes everyone would stop typing so she could catch up some 
  time this year. :)
Weavers> Opa hugs Varina. :}

Fiona sighs as more fruit is set in front of her, then leans to peer over at 
  the apprentice table. Sweetrolls?
Jorai begins to relax again, fixing her own mug of klah as she obliviosuly 
  watches Broccal out of the corner of her eye.
Opa turns to her craftsecond. "Varina, do you have anything to add?"
Duvetyne waves away the fruit.

Weavers> Nalla huggaVarina.
Weavers> Jorai says, "Sheesh, she spends a month bitching at me to come 
  play, and now she wants me to shut up ;)"

Maarle stifles a yawn as his eyelids droop heavier and heavier.

Weavers> Maarle dinneridles. :) Gonna stay logged in. :)

Varina looks up from her emptying plate, "Add? Oh, uhm, well, not at the 
  moment."
Opa nods at Varina. "Very well then...in that case, shall I become 
  shamelessly OOC? :)"
Tasmin rips off his face like in "Silence of the Lambs" and becomes OOC, 
  then, too :)
Duvetyne ewwwwwwwws.
Nalla giggels.
Fiona shoves away her fruit and runs to go get brownies from the kitchen. ;)
Opa grins. "Hey, Fiona, while you're at it, bring in the chocolate, too!"
Nalla yums!:)
Nalaya is already shameless.
Fiona nods, "I've got some Kisses left over from Christmas still, I'll get 
  that." :)
Opa starts in on OOCness, then, a.k.a., 'Opa's huge long spammy spiels'. :)
Tasmin swoons :)
Duvetyne has disconnected.
Jorai wants hot fudge. Snuggles against Broccal while she waits for it to 
  appear.
Broccal settles in to listen, hand wrapped around his klah.
and snuggled next to Jorai for comfort.
Duvetyne has connected.
Opa says "The first thing I wanted to mention was that I'm sure everyone 
  noticed the absence of any promotions tonight. I just wanted to reassure 
  everyone on this point...because I've been rather absent for so long, I 
  haven't really had any clue about who's been active and eager and RPing 
  and all that good stuff, and who hasn't, although Varina has been keeping 
  me as updated as she can (and we have been doing promotions, just none 
  today)."
Varina has reconnected.
Jorai smiles.
Scorps has arrived.

Weavers> Duvetyne says, "Did I miss anything?"
Weavers> Opa says, "If you got my huge long pose just now, Ty, nope."

Duvetyne sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables.

Weavers> Duvetyne says, "Ah.."
Weavers> Nalaya oopsies, and has to run again. this being logged?

Opa says "I also want to reassure everyone that I adore giving out 
  promotions just as much as I think you guys like getting them. :) Now that 
  I'm back in the swing of things again, I'll be more aware of what's going 
  on around the Hall. I don't want anyone to feel left out or sad or 
  unnoticed cuz they feel they're getting passed over or anything. We try 
  our best to notice what everyone's doing, honest!"

Weavers> Opa noddles, being logged as we speak. :)
Weavers> Nalaya SNUGS everyone and takes off! See you soon! :)

Nalaya has disconnected.
Roli goes home.

Weavers> Nalla baibais to Nalaya!

Varina has partially disconnected.
Opa says "Anyone have anything they want to say about that? I know from when 
  I was an apprentice that for some people, promotions can be a rather 
  touchy issue, so I want to make sure that I'm not missing anything."
Opa says "Or anybody. :)"
Fiona raises a hand. :)
Opa points at Fiona. :)
Fiona types...
Opa hands out chocolate while we're waiting.
Jorai mmms
Varina worships Opa the chocolatefairy. :)
Opa aieee! I forgot to mention in the IC bit that Jondra (new older 
  journeyrank) has been 'called back to the hall' from Far Cry, and that our 
  own Gabrielle Impressed at High Reaches Weyr. Sorry. :}
Jorai pops a square into Broccal's mouth with a grin
Fiona says "I've noticed, and complained to some people enough about it :), 
  that some of the other crafts tend to promote a lot faster than ours. To 
  me, that makes my promotions mean a lot more, cause I feel like I've 
  earned them, but it's also frustrating. I know of at least a couple of 
  apprentices who've said to me that they were idling out their weaver 
  character, or where getting really discouraged cause they hadn't been 
  promoted in a while."
Broccal munches on the square happily.
Nalla nods to fiona. "although I think the weavers are an intermediate craft 
  as regards difficulty of promotion, with the harpers and seacrafters being 
  the slowest and most difficult."
Fiona agrees with Nalla.
Broccal holds up a hand. "I think I'm the oldest apprentice, yes?"
Maarle umms, "Well..."
Maarle says "Not to you Broccal."
Jorai says "Oldest? Or longest?"
Duvetyne says "Once upon a time, I know that the harpers had a point system 
  that they tried. Points for classes, rp, performance, etc."
Broccal says "both."
Nalla says "I dunno, Broccal...I'm pretty ole too.;)"
Jorai says "I forget, with you being recreated"
Nalla nods to Duvetyne bout the harpers.
Opa nods. I can understand that...particularly when your leadership goes on 
  extended stress haitus. :} To be honest, there have been some people that 
  we decided we were going to promote, but who never came back on, or came 
  on at times when we weren't here, or were generally impossible to find. 
  But I can understand that it *is* frustrating. Do you think too many 
  people are slipping through the cracks, then?
Varina says "but broccal was on the old db, Nalla, weren't you Broccal?"
Broccal says "my char is 24. I've been playing him for about 2 years. I have 
  felt discouraged at times, but I basically feel it's my own fault he's not 
  been promoted."
Nalla awws and snugs Broccal.
Nalla hasn't been active enough to be promoted, she freely admits.
Opa nods. The point system doesn't, to be honest, appeal to me, because then 
  it becomes a race to be active for the sake of acquiring points, not 
  because you like it...and I'd *far* rather people are active cuz they like 
  it here and enjoy roleplaying.
Broccal says "I'm not looking for sympathy. Just saying I understand why I 
  haven't been promoted."
Fiona nods to Opa, "I get screaming fits *grin* when I watch miners get 
  promoted to Master in the same time it took me to get from JR app to full 
  apprentice."
Maarle umms, "Just to note, I have another char that most people probably 
  know and I seriously don't mind not getting promoted at all because I 
  don't really do much anyway, except for the random connect; the other char 
  is far more dear to me, for some fairly obvious reasons. :)"
Opa nods at Nalla. Right. I won't promote someone simply because a year ago 
  they became a weaver...it's more than that.
Jorai risks ostricization, "I think I'd be more active in RP instead of just 
  descing if I felt like I was moving up through the ranks in a more timely 
  manner :}
Broccal remembers Fiona's admonishment to Maarle. "gush as your alt char"
Maarle says "Not saying that you guys...hmm, how shall I phrase this? I like 
  being a Sr. Apprentice. It gives me some respect, but I don't want to be a 
  journeyman that badly, since Sr. App lets me RP Maarle the way he should 
  be RP'd...an irresponsible, immature brat. :)"
Jorai ohs, well, you do that wonderfully then Maarle ;)
Duvetyne says "I sometimes wonder if promotions are based on anything other 
  than convenient login times. Some people seem to go really quick, others 
  don't."
Opa grins at Varina. And here we were worried that we were promoting folks 
  too fast? Erp.
Fiona says "Maarle has a point, not everyone wants promoted, but some of us, 
  like me :), do."
Maarle bows grinning broadly. "Little secret of Maarle is that he's his 
  player's extremes. :)"
Maarle says "Oh, not saying I don't want to, it's just easier for me to RP 
  Maarle as Maarle as a Sr. App. :)"
Varina is taking mental notes here. :)
Opa nods at Fiona and Maarle. I assume that people want to get promoted as 
  far as they can be promoted unless they tell me otherwise.
Broccal points to his long experience in the craft. "Since Opa took over, it 
  seems that more ppl are moving through the ranks. Also, Opa, the craft is 
  more robust than when I first started this cahr.
Opa winces at Duvetyne. Unfortunately, there is truth to that. If someone 
  comes on and is wonderfully active at a time when I'm never on to see 
  them, and Varina's never on to see them, and none of the journeyrankers 
  are ever on to see them, well...problem.
Maarle coughs and grins. "When I got Maarle, there was only one other guy in 
  this whole hall. ;)"
Nalla does, btw, appreciate our craftmasters' actually talking to us and 
  asking for feedback on this subject. In other crafts one can get flamed 
  for even asking about promotions, then told that because one asked, one 
  will never be promoted again.:/
Broccal is shocked by Nalla's announcement. "what kind of way is that to 
  lead a craft? make ppl angry at choosing it?
Maarle notes that's how he runs things elsemu*. <shrug> It happens.
Jorai giggles helplessly, "The difference from when I was first a Weaver is 
  laughable..I never saw another crafter, never made a thing..
Duvetyne nods to Opa, "Yup."
Nalla says "Indeed, Broccal. but anyway."
Maarle says "I'm totally serious. People DON'T like to be bugged by other 
  people for promotions. I usually don't hold it against people if they page 
  me once or twice, but if they keep ASKING...that's when I start counting 
  it against them."
Opa nods at Broccal. "I have tried very hard to promote more, because I am 
  aware that it fosters enthusiasm for a person's craft, I am aware that it 
  gives others in the craft more oomph, if you will. :) But I'm also aware 
  that there are people around here who feel they're being passed over. I 
  try my best to make sure that *doesn't* happen, but still, I'm human, and 
  it does. So I want to get you guys' feedback, and also reassure you that 
  it's not because I play favourites, or like holding people back, or 
  anything weird like that.
Morayne strolls in through the archway from the teaching wing.
Duvetyne says "Well, I need to get going, but I feel passed over."
Broccal gets up to hug his sis.
Nalla waves and hugs Duvetyne.
Morayne slips in very very silently, and blinks at her brother.
Maarle thppts the late one. :)
Opa nods. That's true, I always get a little disappointed if I'm asked for a 
  promotion...for one, I can no longer make it a surprise, :) but also it 
  means that there's some impatience going on.

Weavers> Duvetyne says, "Goodnight all, take it easy..."

Duvetyne goes home.
Opa loses total track of the umpteen zillion threads here. :)

Weavers> Fiona waves to Ty!
Weavers> Morayne sorries. Couldn't make it earlier. :P

Broccal has noted that we have only 2 active masters.
Maarle thought we only HAD 2 masters...
Opa says "And the impatience means that, probably, I'm not being 'watchful' 
  enough...as in Duvetyne's case, I'm assuming."
Broccal says "cleona and zelez"
Jorai nominates herself to skip right over Jman to Master ;)
Fiona notes, "Unlike some crafts with more than that in c2's alone..."

Weavers> Opa waves to Ty and hugs Morayne. S'okay. :)

Varina snickers at Fiona. :)
Maarle says "Hey! Starsmiths are ok. :)"
Fiona didn't mean starsmiths. *bright smile*
Morayne rolls her eyes. "Right, Fiona."
Opa laughs. Okay, so basically what you guys are saying is that you're happy 
  that I am open about this, that promotions are happening more than they
  used to, but that there's still room for improvement?
Broccal puts his left fore-finger on his nose and points at Opa with his 
  right hand.
Maarle uhs, "Well, like I said before. Don't worry about my feelings if you 
  pass me over. Mrl is SO fun to RP when he's got a group to watch. :)"
Jorai giggles, putting her thumbs hear Broccal's ears and waggling her 
  fingers
Opa says "Okay, stop with the secret hand signals already..."
Jorai clears her throat and sits on her hands, grinning impishly
Maarle awws and was about to pantomine some weaves with Rayne again. ;)
Morayne pouts. "Aww... I hadn't done that one in a while."
Broccal says "Opa, Varina, is there something you'd like to ask from us 
  about promotions? We've asked y'all to make them more frequent, or 
  whatever... so. what do y'all want?"
Maarle creates the promotioncrafthall? ;) Okie, I'll stop. :)
Opa is once again spammed...aiee, bear with...
Nalla says "See, Broccal, for a while we had like six active masters and no 
  jmen....now we have two very active masters..."
Nalla says "I think the starsmiths do a good job in their promotions."
Tasmin thinks we need Journeypeople - esp. to do RP'd classes. That'd be way 
  cool.
Maarle thinks we do it all right, but not great. We don't HAVE 
  promotions. ;)
Morayne nods, "Whateverhappened to that idea?"
Fiona thinks we need journey people posted to the hall so they can actually 
  be here to do classes. :)
Maarle says "Umm...what?!"
Nalla says "Yeah, I agree with Tasmin about the classes. That could be a lot 
  of fun.:)"
Broccal wonders if Fiona is volunteering?
Varina, like Opa, does want to see more promotions. We just need to know 
  that a char is being active, and proactive. If some one is being passes 
  over, or perceived as being passed over, I'd like to hear about it.
Morayne volunteers to be passed over, as well, BTW. :)
Fiona has volunteered umpteen times, but there's never anyone around to 
  teach. :) She has to drag people out of the woodwork to show up here 
  lately. ;)
Maarle baps Rayne. "I volunteered myself...it includes you. ;)"
Tasmin says "I'd be willing to play a NPC Journeything to run a class. :)"
Morayne thppts. "Hey, I wanted to say it...sounds cool. :)"
Broccal says "that brings up the problem of connect times. I'm usually not 
  able to be on when the rest of you guys are, since it's late for me."
Maarle wonders if perhaps cross craft relations might want to be fostered?
Varina says "I've also been wanting to reactivate an old plan, a sort of "RP 
  of the week" thing. I did one scheduled RP, with a small turnout, and I'd 
  like to do more. I just need to have my RL slow down a lil. just daily RP, 
  classes, the sort of thing you guys are talking about."
Nalla hates to leave but has to go. Thanks again, Masters Opa and Varina! 
  You really are wonderful, and I personally appreciate you lots.
Opa agrees with Varina totally. If someone feels they're getting passed over 
  and lets that fester, and eventually leaves the hall...well...it sounds 
  rather 'mushy' to say this, but that makes me really sad.

Weavers> Nalla weaverhugs bai!

Morayne wavles to Nalla.

Weavers> Maarle wafers to Nalla. :)

Broccal tosses Nalla another roll.
Opa hugs and wavies to Nalla. Thanks for coming. :)
Nalla has disconnected.
Maarle says "Hmm, well I know that at Starsmiths we try to have craftmeets 
  such as this one and generally there are pretty good turnouts. And I know 
  Cator at least used to work on Classes... Actually, have you guys thought 
  about projects?"

Weavers> Jorai tries a few knots before getting the right one, Night!

Opa covers the RPed classes thing, too. I'd adore seeing that happen. I 
  didn't realise you were having those sorts of problems, though, Fiona. :) 
  But yes, if journeyrankers want to run classes, fabulous! That's 
  especially terrific for apprentices who've just joined us. And Tasmin, 
  that's a great point...if you'd like to NPC a journeyranker and RP a class 
  with a bunch of apprentice pals, equally fabulous!

Weavers> Maarle wafers nighters to Jorai. :)
Weavers> Jorai says, "Not me, Nalla ;)"
Weavers> Maarle ohs. :)

Fiona nods to Opa, 'they may have shown up, anyway, but I spammed most of 
  the people here tonight reminding them of this meeting. :) I guess that's 
  one reason why the promotions thing concerns me, is cause, unlike Mrl and 
  Rayne, /this/ craft is my number one one and I want people to be active 
  and have fun /here/." :)
Opa says "Different connect times, Broccal, to be honest, I don't know what 
  can be done about that. Some people come on when the MUSH is, 
  populationwise, very small. :("
Maarle seems to remember some TPs where a bunch of weavers'd get together to 
  RP creating something.
Fiona says "Varina tried one of those a couple of weeks ago Maarle."
Maarle eeps and hides. Shows how out of it he's been. Sowwie.
Varina does really appreciate your efforts, Fiona, in dragging people here.
Morayne pats at the dust ball on Morayne's dress. Eek.
Broccal says "I know, Opa. Just thought I'd mention it. Like Fiona, Broccal 
  is my main char. The only one, really."
Opa thinks for sure we can start doing the 'RP of the week' kind of thing. 
  The only reservation I have is that although I absolutely want to make 
  sure you guys have RP opportunities, I don't want it to become a case of 
  'expecting' just Varina and myself to provide these kinds of things...it 
  has to become self perpetuating, because, as Varina has pointed out, we do 
  have RL (as much as we may want to ignore it...). But, what I'd love to 
  see is it becoming a 'snowball effect' kind of thing...if we get the ball 
  rolling with 'weekly RP', would it catch on?
Jorai was all psyched to do her class before the DB crashed and then RL 
  kinda attacked her and she's not yet recovered :(
Varina tackles Jorai's RL for her. That class sounded great. :)
Opa grins. Oooh, was that the bargaining one?
Morayne makes a note to check in on bbposts and such for Rayne. "Do tell 
  me... I'd be happy to be a nuisance in a class. :)"
Jorai nodsnods
Maarle joins up with Rayne in that, oh yes. :)
Jorai says "Otherwise known as 'the blind leading the blind' class ;)"
Maarle is blind without his contacts, if that'll help...? ;)
Opa thought that was a fabulous idea. Hey, maybe we could have some sort of 
  'ideas for classes' pool?
Morayne oohs. "Why not now?"
Fiona pokes Rayne, "Cause it's almost midnight?"
Opa grins. Yeah...arg! I keep swearing I'm going to cut these meetings 
  shorter...grumble...okay. So...
Tasmin says "Time flies when you're having fun! :>"
Maarle notes meetings ALWAYS take an hour longer than expected. It's 
  Murphy. :)
Jorai says "I could teach everyone to make the rag rug I just finished 
  RL ;)"
Morayne shrugs and grins. "I'll be around, for a bit."
Maarle is gonna announce a FL hatching with his alt...but will try to be 
  around...
Opa says "Firstly, everyone is definitely encouraged to whip up organized RP 
  any durn time they feel like it. :) Secondly, Varina, shall we work on 
  that 'weekly RP' thing?"
Varina nodnods. "Definately. Perhaps you and I can get it started and then 
  hopefully other people can start planning classes and other sorts for it, 
  too."
Opa says "Sounds like a plan!"
Morayne oh yeahs. "I was thinking bout an Appies night out, a week or so 
  ago."
Broccal offers a setting for the appie night out. "sou boll's beach?"
Varina says "i was impressed how much RP Fiona's hatching drummed up the 
  other night."
Morayne says "We can get there? I was thinking massive campout someplace."
Fiona nods, "Yeah, that was pretty amazing how many people showed up."
Opa says "And also...I absolutely don't want anyone getting bitter about 
  promotions...I'm not going to slam anyone for being curious about why they 
  feel they're not being noticed (nagging is another issue entirely, but no 
  one's ever done that, so...), so please do communicate with me."
Broccal says "around back of the hall? on a night we're certain not to have 
  thread?"
Opa grins and nods. Yeah, that was fuuuun.
Jorai winks, "I thought you'd never ask..
Tasmin leads the apprentices in a chorus of, 
  "MasterOpaCanIPLeaseHaveAPromotionToday?" (with rounds, to boot)
Fiona adds, "Must have been the offer of free longjohns that brought 
  them." ;)
Maarle huhs?
Opa woos, appie night out, great idea!
Opa is obviously way behind in this conversation...
Morayne was getting a bit mischievious (Mrl's fault) with Alcyone and what's 
  his name...
Maarle heys!
Jorai is feeling rather frisky, herself
Maarle grins and notes he wanted a pie-fight, but...
Opa ums...is there anything else on this topic?
Fiona says "I had another vague RP idea, but it can wait for +mail and more 
  thought."
Morayne bouncies, and schemes. ;) Muahaahaa. Nothing from me, Opa.
Maarle says "RP idea? How about finding some natural setting for RP, say, we 
  invade some unsuspecting hold/weyr with a flood of Weavers? :)"
Broccal settles back down, making room for Rayne to sit.
Broccal says "we've done that to high reaches weyr, haven'"
Fiona nods, "That was actually my thought. :) Going plant gathering for dyes 
  sine it's spring."
Broccal says "t we?"
Morayne hmms and plops down nect to Brother. HRW, really?
Tasmin hasta run himself.
Opa grins. Well, we tried, anyway.
Jorai says "Oh keen :)"
Maarle says "We WHAT?!"
Broccal smiles at Opa's phrasing.
Tasmin goes home.
Opa says "But now I think we could get a good turnout...Fort, for example, 
  was a terrific success, I thought."
Morayne says "Maybe we could have a little weaver circus, going around Pern, 
  showing dyes and baskets and such?"
Broccal says "do we weave baskets?"
Varina would really like to get that fashion show done some time soon, too.
Maarle says "And here they are, the fabulous, amazing Weavers!! <applause> 
  :)"
Opa thinks. Are you guys all on the mailing list? Because (no, we don't 
  weave baskets) that strikes me as a better medium for brainstorming than, 
  say, private +mail to me and Varina.
Broccal takes a bow.
Jorai smiles at Varina, "I was just gonna say I'd still really like to see a 
  gather with HRH"
Morayne giggles, "Here's Mrl on the tightrope, pantomiming."
Jorai gets bonked by Broccal. "Ow."
Varina says "speaking of the mailing list, shall I give my lil mailing list 
  update? *Sparkling smile*"
Maarle is on the list. :)
Broccal nodnods. "please do"
Opa grins at Varina. What a wonderful link, yes, go ahead! And then I think 
  we'll cut this short and go through the rest of the OOC topics, say, next 
  meeting, because I have to get up very early tomorrow.
Maarle okies and wafers. :)
Opa thanks you guys for putting up with these meetings...brevity is one 
  leadership skill I have yet to achive. :P
Varina says "Well, the reason the mailing list went into orbit was because 
  xmission changed mailing list software. I may have eplained this already, 
  but the new list had documentiation that was vague and wrong. listadmins 
  at xmission have waited with fish-bate breath for clearer documentation to 
  teach them how to properly configure their lists, which has never come. 
  xmission is in the proccess of tranferring back to the old software, due 
  to popular demand. because of all this confusion, I have been unable to do 
  very much adminwise with the list, even subscribing some one has been 
  difficult. This should change shortly."
Maarle likes long-winded people...when he's safely at home. ;) j/k
Varina says "Those of you on the list should have recieved two test posts 
  last week, one from me and one from Fiona. If you think you're on the list 
  and didn't get these posts, please talk me. either the list isn't working 
  properly or you're not subscribed."
Morayne grins. "It's not your fault, Opa. We babble incessantly over each 
  little comment."
Maarle says "Yup."
Opa applauds the list-testers.
Morayne got both test thingys.
Fiona poked at it just to see what would happen. :)
Maarle watches it explode, infecting all of Internet'dom. EEP! Ok. Paranoia 
  set halt. :)"
Morayne hates getting her own stuff bounced back, but hey...*shrug* 
  necessary stuff.
Varina says "so anyhow, my point is the list should be working, for those 
  already subscribed, and if you want to be subscribed, I can manage it for 
  you. and I do my best to make it so that outside spam from nonweavers 
  don't get through to the list. though occasionally they do slip through."
Opa hey, Varina, I *like* getting advertisements for highly illegal pyramid 
  schemes...
Fiona got offerd salvation for only $100 just the other day. :)
Morayne thought the guy who wanted to know RL weavers was pretty fun too. :)
Varina oh reallies? I'm sure i could dig ya up a few, if you're eager. :)
Maarle misses something...
Varina giggles at Morayne. true. :)
Broccal pouts at having missed out on those fun messages.
Fiona met RL weavers, they're boring. (shutting up now)
Jorai definitely missed something :(
Opa grins. Not really.

Weavers> Opa waves gratefully and wings out.
Weavers> Opa siiiiigh.
Weavers> Opa . o O ( Just ignore me... )

Morayne pokes at her brother. "Serves you right for not subscribing. :)"

Weavers> Morayne oopsies. *snug* Night, Opa. Sweet dreams!
Weavers> Opa says, "Actually, that was a mav. :}"
Weavers> Maarle loves mavs. :)
Weavers> Jorai tries to Opa, but you're so charismatic..
Weavers> Opa gee whiz. :)

Opa says "Okay...so...is there more, Varina?"

Weavers> Maarle woahs at the #s of weavers stil on.
Weavers> Opa is rather amazed as well.

Broccal says "i am, but shows you how long it's been since i've checked my 
  email."
Morayne muahaahaas and can spam, y'know.
Varina says "nope, that's it. basically, if you want to be subscribed or 
  unsubscribed, talk to me, still. when the list settles back down with the 
  majordomo software, i'll make sure the +lhelp is accurate."
Maarle knows...he knows only too well...
Opa thanks Varina very profusely for dealing with this mess. :)
Jorai shares her birthday sundae with y'all :) :)
Varina grumbles at xmission for making it a mess.
Fiona sings Happy Birthday! To Jorai! :)
Opa happy birthdays! to Jorai and officially closes this meeting, unless 
  there's anything else...<gavel raised>
Maarle says "Happy b-day Jorai!"
Broccal says "Happy turnday, Jorai"
Jorai giggles, even my family is a day early ;) Thanks :)
Maarle says "There is Opa. <hands her one of those toy hammers that 
  squeak> :)"
Scorps goes home.
Opa hits Maarle on the head with it. *SQUEAK!* "Meeting adjourned." :)