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

1) Update since last meeting 
2) Promotions! 
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) Update from last meeting: +lhelp changes and +comment command 
2) OOC Forum - time for anyone who has an issue they'd like to raise, a 
  comment to make, etc. 

Mirtia washes her bubbly pie down with a drink of klah, and wavews to CM 
  Opa. 
Evaine waves to Master Opa. "Evening." 
Opa comes in, dodging late, running apprentices this way and that. 
Broccal looks from Evaine to watch his CM enter. 
Nalaya looks at her empty hands again and settles them in her lap, peering 
  over her neighbor to see what might be for dinner tonight. She catches 
  Johann's eye, but doesn't ask for a single thing. Surprising. 
Alcyone sits up just a little straighter when the CM comes in, shrugs, and 
  tosses her stuff back into her basket. 
Opa purses her lips as several younglings nearly collide with her, but her 
  expression softens somewhat as she's greeted from various corners of the 
  room. She smiles and takes her seat. 
Sachi barely notices anything she is thinking so hard. 
Mirtia turns on the bench so she's facing Master Opa's direction, on leans 
  against the table sipping her klah, and waiting for the meeting to begin. 
The drudges enter with their customary platters - but this time, it is not 
  the scent of broiled fish which hits your nostrils, but of fried chicken 
  and seasoned river grains. 
Nalaya scoots to one side as a dark haired girl slips in next to her, 
  evidently disliking the spot two people away. Nala greets her, asking how 
  she is, then smiles as the food is brought out. 
Mirtia's face brightens as she smells something very appetizing. 
Alcyone quiet happily sets her basket under the table, eyeing the platters 
  as they come out. Her plan for sitting with some elbow room is quickly 
  put out of commission as a pair of apprentices running even later sneak 
  in to sit at her end of the table. 
Broccal rolls his eyes as he sees yet another plate of fish placed before 
  him. He mutters his thanks to the drudge. 

Weavers> Nalaya giggles, Broccal, it's chicken tonight. ;) 
Weavers> Fiona gasps, "You mean the one meeting I'm missing actually has 
  something other than fish?" 

Opa hikes her long sleeves up past her elbows and serves herself a slice of 
  meat and a dollop of grains before passing the tray along to Master 
  Caladin. 

Weavers> Broccal says, "Someone posed fish. :(" 
Weavers> Opa grins. Murphy lives. 
Weavers> Opa says, "I posed *not* fish. :)" 
Weavers> Opa scrollscrollscroll...didn't I? 
Weavers> Triene thought chickendidn't exist... 
Weavers> Opa says, "Yeah, Pern has chickens, just not a lot." 

Sachi looks up as a plate is set down before her. She notices what is being 
  served and happily begins eating. She soon drifts off back off into 
  whatever she is thinking about. 

Weavers> Broccal eeks. *sigh* If I'd actually read the spam.... 
Weavers> Opa says, "They thrive in really warm holds...like, oh, say, 
  Southern Boll. :)" 

Evaine starts in on her chicken, quietly listening to the conversations 
  around her. 
Mirtia eyes her platter appreciatively, and picks up a pice[ece of chicken 
  hungrily. She takes a bite, and then tears of two small ones, one for her 
  feline, and one for her little firelizard. 
Alcyone snags a piece of white meat off a passing platter, setting it on 
  her plate. When the grainstuffs come by she spoons some of those out, and 
  then peers at them thoughtfully. 

Weavers> Opa just got a message that Varina's been kicked off and is having 
  trouble reconnecting. 

Chrysalis carefully takes the proferred morsel of food from Mirtia with a 
  churp of thanks. 
Nalaya peers downwards at her nice new blouse, grimacing at the thought of 
  the greasy chicken and klah that will inevitably get on it. After looking 
  around for a moment to see if anyone cares, she tucks her cloth napkin at 
  her neckline to form a bib. There. 
Opa suddenly grins involutnarily and tries to catch Caladin's eye. She 
  points discreetly to her nose. 

Weavers> Tasmin says, "Everybody is having trouble reconnecting. Including 
  me," 

Mirtia grins at Nalaya, and just goes right on munching. 
Opa involuntarily, even. 
Broccal carefully folds his napkin around the collar of his tunic and digs 
  in 
Tasmin has been here the whole time (as usual). 
Caladin looks at Opa blankly, and with a faint amount of irritation, as 
  she's keeping him from his dinner. She points to her nose again, then 
  gives up and leans forward to touch his nose. "You've got a spot of 
  dye...right there..." 

Weavers> Mirtia can't stay on for very much longer or she'll be in trouble 
  at work. :( 

Nalaya nearly spits out her mouthful of klah on her new bib as she watches 
  Opa talk to Caladin, smiling around at her fellow apprentices. They've 
  been noticing that spot for a few days...he's regularly got dye all over 
  him. "Look, she's telling him..." 
Broccal turns to the pretty brunnette next to him, chatting with her but 
  sad that Jorai's not here. 
Mirtia covers her mouth as she giggles when Nalaya points out Master Opa's 
  helpful comment. "Guess it was too good to last anyway." 
Caladin harrumphs and starts back, wiping his nose and attempting to cover 
  up his dignity. Opa meanwhile turns back to the room, still grinning, and 
  says, "Well, as Master Caladin here has just been displaying evidence of 
  his hard work, I think it's time to reward those who have been working 
  hard lately, too." 

Weavers> Evaine says, "BTW, don't mind my being idle. Just trying to 
  actually get my homework done before the classes begin. I'm watching 
  tho."" 

Caladin's irritated harrumphing can still be heard. 
Mirtia also nods to the newcomer, and indicates she's welcome to come have 
  a seat if she'd like. 
Sosha goes over and quietly takes a seat next to Mirtia 
Opa clears her throat and calls out loudly, "Apprentice Mirtia!" 
Mirtia turns to hear Master Opa better, and nods to the girl, whispering 
  "Hi. I'm Apprentice Mirtia." 
Mirtia jumps straight into the air almost, "Yes Ma'am?" 
Nalaya tries with much effort to straighten her face, hoping Master Caladin 
  didn't see her peering at him as she focuses on the pile of river grains 
  on her plate. She smiles as Mirtia's name is called. 
Mirtia comes to her feet, and faces the CM rather formally, with slightly 
  trembling knees. 
Opa delves into one of her pockets and pulls out a senior apprentice's 
  knot. As Caladin harrumphs some more, she holds it out. 
Broccal chuckles at Mirtia as he tears apart a bit of leg and stuffs his 
  face. "MMmm nice change from the reaches." 

Weavers> Opa once again rearranges the agenda, since Mirtia said she was 
  leaving early. :) 

Mirtia squeals delightedly, anddarts over to Master Opa, "For me?" Her eyes 
  are big and happy. 
Almost as one, all the masters at their tables cringe backwards at Mirtia's 
  high-pitched squeal. After a few moments, Opa manages a smile and holds 
  the knot out again. "Yes...you've been working very hard lately and I've 
  received good words about you from many quarters." 
Mirtiagrigrins excit takes the knot, and replaces her old one before 
  leaning down to hug CM Opa. "Thank you very much!" 
Nalaya smiles broadly at Mirtia, calling out congratulations over the din 
  of utensils and voices. "Wonderful!" 
Mirtia hugs Opa quickly again, and grins at Master Caladin before doing a 
  happy dance back to her seat. 
Opa patpatpats Mirtia's back during the hug, and smiles as the girl returns 
  to her seat. One of the masters beside her leans over to whisper, and she 
  mumbles back, "Well, she wasn't *that* loud..." 
Mirtia turns to show Nalaya her new knot, and asks her if she pinned it on 
  straight, her face beaming. 
Broccal applauds the promotion and Caladin's reaction. 
Nalaya nods her head emphatically, though the knot tilts slightly to the 
  right. "It's lovely...I'm so happy for you." She helps the other student 
  back into her seat, making sure nothing gets spilled. She herself is 
  clumsy enough for the whole group. 
Opa turns back to the rest of the chamber. "Well, then, let's go on...we 
  have more people here today who have demonstrated improved skill and 
  shown themselves worth of new knots." She looks over towards the 
  journeyrank table, seeking out Broccal, and nods to him. 
Opa +y 
Mirtia hugs Nalaya too, and sits bouncing happily, all thought s of eating 
  forgotten, watching with bright eyes. 
Broccal's eyes meet Opa's and he quickly wipes his hands on the napkin 
  about his neck and sets it aside. He rises, and walks slowly toward the 
  apprentices, a serious look on his face. Slowly he walks down the aisles 
  until he passes Nalaya. He then takes a step back and smiles at her as he 
  taps on her shoulder. 
Mirtia looks up at Broccal and then to Nalaya, Congrats Nalaya!", she says, 
  and squew[1ezes her hand before she rises. 
Nalaya's jaw drops all the way to the table, or so it appears, and she 
  nearly gives Broccal her usual playful look before realizing that he just 
  might not be teasing...ohmigosh. She half stands, proving her clumsiness 
  with some spilled klah, and then falls /onto/ Broccal. "Me?" 
Opa quietly puts her head in her hands. 

Weavers> Nalaya whoa. 
Weavers> Mirtia says, "I apologize for the horrible typing job I'm doing 
  tonight. New system and some keys aren't the same. :)" 

Broccal stumbles as he pushes Nalaya off him, knocking her into Mirtia. 
  "Yeah, you!" 
Mirtia tumbles off the bench, and onto the floor. She laughs, and picks 
  herself up as says, "Yea, you." to Nalaya, before regaining her seat. 
Nalaya manages not to fall on Mirtia too hard and rights herself, getting 
  her new skirt all mussed on the edge of the bench as she steps away from 
  the table. "Oh...Broccal...no...really?" 
Broccal offers his hand to steady Nalaya and gestures to Master Opa with 
  his head. "See her, if you're not sure." 
Varina zooms in on her broomstick. 
Caladin takes in a sharp breath and opens his mouth, but Nola lays a hand 
  on her arm. "They're not brawling, Caladin, they're just...not being 
  graceful." 
Opa gives Nalaya a reassuring look, patting the jr. journeyranker's knot 
  she has pulled out of her pocket and placed on the table beside her. 
Nalaya turns to smile at Opa with a completely beaming look, getting more 
  sure of her feet. "Wow...thanks so much!" She flushes for her display of 
  clumsiness, looking around as she walks closer to Opa's table and the 
  knot. "I can't believe it..." 
Mirtia is privately thinking she may be glad that Nalaya's going to sit at 
  the Journeyman's table now, and grins at her. 
Broccal quietly picks up Nalaya's plate and drink and sets a place for her 
  at the j'rank table 
Broccal sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Opa hands Nalaya her new knot and smiles as Broccal escorts her over to her 
  new seat. 

Weavers> Evaine is back from being idle. "Yuck, I hate Calc." 

Nalaya smiles, making her way to the journeyranker tables with fairly 
  steady feet, still flushed. She thanks Broccal quietly, and takes up her 
  mug of klah again as she sits, hoping no one's still lookingat her. 
Mirtia calls her congrats to Nalaya again, since she might not have heard 
  her the first time in all the excitement. 
All the apprentices continue to pound their tables and chant "Walk! Walk!" 
  until Nalaya gets herself settled. 
Nalaya looks up and waves to Mirtia as she hears her name called, smiling 
  to split her face. 
Opa looks over. "Oh yes, Broccal, one more thing?" She crooks her finger, 
  beckoning him over. 
Broccal raises an eyebrow as he rises again, confused and wondering if he 
  missed up escorting Nalaya. "Yes, ma'am?" 
Nalaya buries her face in her food, taking a few bites and then feeling 
  unable to chew. She scowls just a tad as the apprentices stop banging the 
  tables, then focuses her attention on Broccal and Master Opa. 
Broccal stands and leaves the Journeyranker Tables. 
Opa discreetly places the full journeyranker's knot she's been concealing 
  into Broccal's hand. "Think you can make some room for this on your 
  shoulder?" 
Nalaya sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Mirtia grins, and calls, "Congrats,JBroccal!", beforinge piping down and 
  blending back in with the other's around her. 
Broccal just stares at the new knot which is screaming to replace his 
  current one. He looks up at CM Opa and smiles broadly and nods brusquely. 
  "Oh, to be sure, I can. Thank you!" He quickly replaces the knot, 
  stroking the new one to get used to it. 
Nalaya oohs, her eyes widening again as she watches Broccal get a promotion 
  as well. "Congrats!" She squirms in her seat, smiling broadly again and 
  feeling awfully pleasant. 
Tasmin smirks, another one down the path to glory. 
Opa nods approvingly. "Yes, I think it looks rather well on you." She 
  smiles, then passes Varina some of the remaining chicken and grains. 
Broccal walks back to his former seat, trying hard not to look too pleased. 
Broccal sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Opa looks around. "Well, congratulations to all those who were promoted 
  tonight. I hope you will all keep up the good work you've been doing - 
  I've been receiving messages lately from pleased customers, and I hope 
  that will continue." 
Nalaya pats Broccal on the back gently, smiling and nodding at Opa with her 
  eyes dancing. 
Broccal looks at Nalaya suspiciously, wondering what's being wiped on his 
  back, or if she'll knock him face-first into his plate. 
Opa takes a drink of her juice before continuing. "Well, before we go 
  on...and if I'm not mistaken, it's bubblies for dessert tonight...there 
  are a few announcements." 
Mirtia gathers her things together, but waits for the announcements before 
  she has to slip away 
Nalaya wrinkles her nose at Broccal while sipping again at her klah, upset 
  that he can't see she's being nice and normal for once. Hrmph. Then she 
  looks up at the mention of bubblies... 
Opa says "Recently, Nalaya was assigned to report to Julaina." She looks 
  over towards Nalaya. "But...since she's walked the tables, it looks as 
  though we'll now need to find apprentices to report to her." 

Weavers> Opa says, "Okay, anyone with anything to show and tell should 
  start paging me now. :)" 

Opa says "Also, Julaina was recently assigned to report to Master Cleona." 
Broccal laughs and winks at Nalaya, thinking of her having sway over 
  apprentices. 
Nalaya's mouth drops open again, her face assuming it's confused look. 
  "Ah...yeah..really? But Julaina..." 
Mirtia grins at Nalaya again, and waves to everyone discretely before 
  slipping unobtrusively through a side door. 
Mirtia moves through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing. 
Opa looks back at Nalaya inquiringly. "Hm?" 

Weavers> Mirtia says, "I'll hopefully be back a little after ten. If yo 
  guys are still on, then I'll hopefully gt to see you then! :)" 

Nalaya mumbles into her klah again, shaking her head. "Nothing, Master 
  Opa." 
Opa smiles. "I know you're probably used to reporting to Julaina...but now 
  you can work with her on a more equal footing." 
Nalaya nods at Opa, so emphatically that her hair starts to bob loose 
  around her face, escaping the bow at her nape. "Uh-huh." 
Opa nods back, then looks around. "Well, before the bubblies come in and we 
  get our fingers completely stained, is there anyone who would like to 
  share a recent project with the rest of us?" 
Nalaya raises her hand above her head, though she's looking like maybe she 
  isn't sure about that. Enough embarassment for an evening, probably...she 
  holds up a small, wall-hanging tapestry. 
Opa gestures permissively towards Nalaya and leans back to listen. 

Weavers> Evaine has and OOC question. "Whatever happened to the 
  mentoring-thing? 

Nalaya hrms, wrinkling her nose and hoping this is a good move...but she 
  smiles broadly as she unwraps the tapestry and sets it down. It's her 
  favorite. "This was made for a good friend of mine at Ista..." 
Nalaya dropped Merellia's Tapestry. 

This is a medium-sized, wall-hanging tapestry, divided into four scenes 
though they are colored to blend together. The predominant colors are the 
orange and black of Ista Weyr and the golden color of Neith's hide. 

The top left square depicts a glowing Neith in the act of launching 
herself from the ground, her hide glowing brightly and her eyes a swiftly 
whirling red, her muzzle dripping fresh blood. Behind her and to the 
right can be seen a pack of gorging bronze and brown dragons, wings 
nearly touching as they crowd to watch Neith closely. One brown dragon is 
depicted at the head of the rest of the males, majestic head turned to 
Neith. In the background the spires of Ista's Bowl can be seen, and the 
small figure to one side must be Merellia, her head tilted slightly and 
her body contorted with some inner emotion as she watches her lifemate 
prepare to rise. 

The top right square shows Neith, gravid and agitated on the hot sands of 
Ista's Hatching Grounds. Beyond her extended forelegs can be seen a mound 
of shimmering eggs, mottled and still flaccid. Her sinuous tail is lifted 
and her eyes focus on the eggs in front of her. Behind her and to the 
left can be seen the same brown as in the first panel, Kailyth, almost 
indistinct against the background but for his glowing, watchful eyes. 
The bottom left panel is of the hatching sands again, only this time 
Neith is to one side, curved in a graceful circle with watchful eyes 
trained on the mound of eggs which are now hard and lit from inside with 
a soft glow - the life inside them is starting to break forth into a sea 
of white-robed bodies, and you can see small dragonets of all colors 
emerging. Blue, Brown, Green and Bronze, they take wavering steps and 
spread their glistening wings, seeking their lifemates on the hot sands. 
Kailyth looks on next to Neith, whose eyes are proud and fairly calm. 
Merellia stands in her finery next to Neith, dwarfed by her size, 
watching with shining eyes and a soft smile. 

The bottom right and last panel shows Neith and Merellia together, in a 
posture of love and togetherness. Neith stands behind Merellia, her great 
golden body crouched low so that her neck wraps about Merellia's back and 
her head sits next to Merellia's body. Her calmly whirling blue eyes seem 
to exude good humor and love as she turns to look at her lifemate, her 
tail wrapping close protectively. Merellia stands straight, her dark eyes 
open and brilliant and her dark hair lifted by a gentle wind from the s 
ide. One arm is rested against the side of Neith's neck, her fingers 
splayed on the soft, luminous hide. Her other hand hangs at her side, but 
her eyes meet Neith's in a joyful, silent, and perfect communion. 

Weavers> Evaine neverminds and waits till the right part. 
Weavers> Nalaya notes that y'all can look at it, type 'tapestry help' and 
  it'll show you how. :) Didn't want to emit and spam. :) 

Tarma heads in through the archway from the teaching wing. 

Weavers> Nalaya hopes it works. 

Tarma waves hello. 

Weavers> Opa says, "Well, it's a combination of still not having heard from 
  everyone and me having been very scattered recently. :/" 

Tarma says "Sorry I am late, I was unavoidibly detained." 
Tarma quietly enters and finds herself a seat. 
Opa smiles and nods at Tarma. "That's alright, we're just hearing about 
  Nalaya's latest project." 

Weavers> Nalaya hrms, as the coding is a bit...off. Yikes. 
Weavers> Tarma says, "Um...is that tapestry supposed to be displaying 
  itself in the open like that? I didn't do a 'look'.....(confused)" 
Weavers> Nalaya erps. Seems I messed it up...sorrysorry. 
Weavers> Broccal says, "Perhaps, Nalaya, instead of @emit, it should be 
  @pemit?" 
Weavers> Opa thinks Broccal has it. 
Weavers> Nalaya hrms, and doesn't do stuff like this very often. 
  Ayup...lemme check. I'm sooo sorry to spam everyone.... 
Weavers> Sachi waves good night. :) 

Sachi moves through the large doorway to the north and outside the 
  Weavercrafthall. 
Sachi strides in through the entrance leading out of the Hall. 
Nalaya blushes profusely, then checks to make sure everyone's seen the 
  piece (!) and then sits back down. 
Sachi strides through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest 
  of the west wing. 
Opa brings out her squeaky gavel...and you all know what that means. :) 

Weavers> Nalaya thinks she fixed it...sheepish grin. Drat. 

Tasmin blinks, "You're going to beat us again?" 
Broccal looks around for the mrl 
Nalaya giggles, pulling off her VR mask. 
Opa bonk-squeak. Just you, Taz. :) 
Broccal shrieks in horror at Nalaya 
Tasmin has been testing outa new client this whole time. Gah. 
Opa says "Alrightee! Looks like we might acutally get a meeting over with 
  in under two hours, so here we go...there is one, only one, OOC topic I 
  need to update you guys on, and that is what's been done since our 
  discussion last meeting." 
Nalaya nodsnods? 

Weavers> Jorai says, "Ack! I didn't know" 

Tarma hides behind Broccal.... 
Opa says "First off, regarding the problem of commissions being IC, we 
  decided that it was going to be both the responsibility of the apprentice 
  to decide whether a commission is realistic enough to accept, and the 
  responsibility of the approver to decide whether the apprentice should be 
  RPing that they had help with the commission." 
Opa says "So...I've put that in the +lhelp. :)" 
Nalaya nods. "I have recently been rping having help, and the people don't 
  seem to mind." 
Jorai heads in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Opa ack...ack! Wait...I just checked +lhelp commissions and it's not there. 
  Hm. 
Jorai lands in Broc's lap. Assuming this is OOC already :} 
Broccal shoves the brunette out of the way. "Over here, Jorai" 
Jorai beams 
Tarma squeeks "Hey!" 
Opa grins. Hey, Jorai! 
Tarma baps Broccal! 
Tasmin snugs da.. er, Jorai? Nevermind. 
Opa frowns. Drat, drat, drat! Maybe I thought I changed the +lhelp but 
  really I didn't. Or maybe I'm going insane. Okay. How's this...I *will* 
  be changing the +lhelp. 
Broccal chuckles. I didn't mean you. :) It was lost in spam, i guess. :) 
  Here, I've got two knees, Tarma. 
Jorai hmphs 
Nalaya thinks that's good enough, Opa. 
Tarma *was* hiding from Opa and her squeeky gavel *behind* Broccal.:) 
Opa . o O ( Maybe I dreamed that I changed the +lhelp? ) 
Broccal says "Maybe you changed another group's +lhelp?" 
Jorai giggles 
Opa doesn't have access to anyone else's +lhelp. 
Nalaya has this image of Sboll's +lhelp showing weaver commission hints... 
Broccal says "Maybe you changed the website?" 
Opa says "Well, I apologize guys, I honestly thought I'd changed it. I 
  revise my statement to "It's coming."" 
Broccal says "naw, i was thinking benden weyr" 
Tarma P::::::::at Broccal and sits back down in her seat.:) 
Pierce wanders in from the inner courtyard. 
Tasmin SCREAMS! NOT BENDEN :> 
Opa ohs...maybe that's it...maybe I changed the guide and not the +lhelp. 
  Aha. That's probably it. 

Weavers> Varina snugs ya'll. maybe I'm here for good now. 

Opa grins at Tasmin. Hey, you scared 'im off. :) 
Tasmin laughs, "Yes. Yes i did ;)" 
Tarma says "What's wrong with Bended?" 
Opa grins brightly. "Okay, well, the web version of the Weavercraft guide 
  has been updated." :) 
Tarma says "Er....Benden?" 
Nalaya thinks Bended means not straight... 
Tasmin says "Oh, nothing. O :)" 
Tarma P::::::: at Nalaya!:) 
Nalaya giggles. Sowwie. 
Broccal turns to tarma. "What's P:::::: supposed to mean?" 
Opa says "The other thing that was discussed was a +comment command, 
  available within the Weavercraft, which will let you guys make quick 
  comments if you feel that someone's been RPing a lot and you want to make 
  sure Varina and I know about it, etc." 
Jorai whispers in Broc's ear, just to make trouble 
Tarma sighs and wonders how to explain..... 
Jorai ohs, cool :) 
Nalaya listens to Opa... 
Opa says "And the update on this is that I haven't done it yet. :( 
  Combination of being sick as a dog and unable to get online for about a 
  week. But it is coming. I'll make an announcement on the WCH bboard when 
  I get it all finished and ready to go." 
Broccal nods, thinking that's neat. 
Nalaya nodsnods. I like it, too. 
Opa er, that's sick as a dog for one week and unable to get online during 
  another week. It's been a bad month. :( 
Tasmin ewwws as columbia spits back 3 megs of email. :( 
Opa says "Also, I've done up a more "official sounding" version of the 
  "what's the basis for promotions" spiel I gave last month, and new 
  apprentices will be told it's available for reading if they like." 
Tarma nodnods...."Good." 
Jorai thinks you got a lot of stuff done there for an invalid :) 
Nalaya nods. Quite good for a sick person! 
Opa grins at Jorai. "Why thankee. :)" 
Broccal nods. "Wow. even as an invalid, you're still thinking about us... 
  :) " 
Jorai feels inferior. *sniff* 
Tarma understands....she's been feeling cruddy too. Ya done good, boss.:) 
Jorai nudges, "I think that means we make her sick just thinking about us 
  ;) 
Opa says "Anyway, that's the update on what I've been doing to follow up on 
  the issues we covered last month. Hope people are happy - as usual, you 
  can always give me a yell with any comments or suggestions that you 
  have." 
Nalaya frowns at Jorai. Nuh-uh... 
Opa *laughs!* Uh...no. That's not it. :) 
Broccal bouncies Jorai and nods knowingly, "Well, yeah, you have a point." 
Opa erk, didn't finish one of those last sentences. "Hope people are happy 
  with what's been done so far," is what I should have said. :) 
Opa says "Any questions about this item?" 
Jorai peers at Broc, "In fact, you have the same affect on me.. 
Jorai ducks 
Broccal blushes. "You flatter me, dear." 
Broccal says "No, ma'am. :)" 
Tasmin scampers off. 
Tasmin heads through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing. 
Nalaya doesna have any at the moment...still too stunned to begin asking. 
  :) 
Opa assumes that's a no. :) Okay then, open forum time...any issues anyone 
  wants to raise? 
Tarma shakes her head no. 
Nalaya scratches her chin. Nope. 
Jorai still doesn't have all her knots :( 
Broccal says "Want one of mine?" 
Opa gasps. Do you mean...is it possible...that this is a 95 minute meeting? 
Nalaya shrugs, looking around sheepishly. "I could make something up..." 
Tarma says "Is the promotions all I missed, from before?" 
Jorai giggles, no thank you Broc.. 
Opa noodles at Tarma. And it shouldn't take me long at all to edit the log, 
  so you should be able to read them yourself really soon. 
Tarma says "Thanks, Opa." 
Opa says "Well, in that case..." 
Nalaya beams, I actually finished a weavermeet. 
Opa whomps down the gavel, turns off the log, and runs around the room 
  screaming wildly with joy and giving everyone hi-5s. :)