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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) Whither Craftmaster? 
2) OOC Forum - time for anyone who has an issue they'd like to raise, a 
  comment to make, etc. 

Nalaya shakes her head. "Well, I've got guest rooms at Ruatha for the 
  moment and Norbert has a room there too, so that's where I'm leaning. 
  Though it's so cold...perhaps Tillek or Nabol aren't any warmer though. I 
  don't really know." Her manner seems to say she doesn't much mind where 
  it is, as long as she can get to Norbert quickly from wherever she is. 
  "It's a lovely area." 
Kelay wanders in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Flail comes thru from the kitchen he peers around the great hall nervously 
  before setting stepping forward making his way towards one of the tables 
Varina nods, "It is, isn't it?" she agrees. "Ruatha's a fine place to 
  winter," she adds. Rain toddles over towards the food and Varina hops up 
  to catch the child before she can pull the tablecovering off on top of 
  her. 
Kelay nods in greeting to all and finds a seat. 
Kelay smiles a greeting to Master Opa 
Opa rushes in, looking a bit out of breath. She makes her way towards her 
  seat. "Sorry everyone...I was working on a dyeing technique which 
  requires some rather precise timing." 
Broccal steps in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Broccal strolls in, head down. 
Nalaya hmms thoughtfully as Varina speaks, nodding. "Well, perhaps it'll be 
  there. I'll know soon." She grins silly-like at Rain as the girl is 
  lifted to eye-level, then lifts a hand to wave to everyone entering. "Hi 
  guys!" 
You sit down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Nalaya sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Kelay drops her eyes to the table as Broccal enters 
Broccal sits down at the Masters' Table. 
Flail sits down at one of the Staff and Residents' Tables. 
Varina tucks Rain in her sling and wanders back to the head table, but 
  doesn't sit down, yet. She hovers behind her seat, bouncing from side to 
  side to keep the little toddler-girl distracted until the food arrives. 
  "And you were able to get it right, yes, Opa?" she asks. 
Opa sits (flops, actually, but one doesn't go around accusing craftmasters 
  of not being less than graceful :) down and turns a wan smile on Varina. 
  "Yes I was, actually...a most gratifying deep bluish green. Absolutely 
  lovely," she says as the drudges start bringing in the clam chowder. 
Opa er, being less than graceful, even. :) 
Kylee sits down belatedly. 
Kylee sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Broccal quirks a half-smile as he turns his head to survey the crowd, 
  lifting his head only briefly from the hides he lugged in with him. 
Nalaya casts happy glances around the room as all the familiar faces enter, 
  eyes lingering on Kelay and Broccal for a moment before she looks at her 
  own relatively-empty journeyrank table. Smiling up at a drudge as a klah 
  pot is deposited near her elbow, she calls over to Opa. "I'd love to see 
  it...I've a girl at Ruatha who wants a gather dress a similar color." 
Varina chuckles, "If it were dry, I'd say you should bring it down to show 
  everybody. Sounds just lovely." 
Opa turns as Nalaya addresses her, pouring herself a tumbler of water as 
  she replies. "Really? Well then, I shall have to get Master Caladin to 
  make a greater quantity...I didn't make very much this batch." 
Nalaya nods as she lifts her klah mug, stirring in a generous spoonful of 
  sweetening from a small bowl. "I'll look in on it later, then, as I'd 
  hoped to stay the night tonight. I sent the watchrider home." She shifts 
  in her chair. 
Opa smiles. "Oh, good! Then we'll have plenty of time to look at it." She 
  nods to Varina, ladling herself a bowl of the soup. "It's very lovely 
  indeed." 
Varina settles into her chair as the clam chowder makes its way to her 
  table, sitting Rain on her lap. She asks, "Did you dye it for something 
  specific?" 
Opa chuckles. "Well, partly yes and partly no. I wanted a small challenge, 
  but I also wanted something to do with some raw wool I've had lying 
  around for a while." 
Varina sits down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Opa glances out around the rest of the chamber, and seeing that everyone's 
  more or less "be-souped," begins. "Well, welcome again, everyone...it's 
  good to see you all, new faces and old." 
Nalaya calls a hello across tables and ladling drudges to people she hasn't 
  seen in a while, "Hi Kelay! And Broccal...how are you doing? The 
  apprentices treating you well?" She grins as Johann ambles near and claps 
  him gently on the arm. "You look well, Johann." She waggles fingers in 
  Kylee's direction and then answers a question from a girl before turning 
  as Opa speaks. 
Broccal spoons up the chowdow without really paying attention to it. He 
  blinks a few times and frowns as the master beside him elbows him. "Wha? 
  Oh, here, take some rolls already." 
Varina nods, carefully spooning the cooling chowder into her daughter 
  alternating with taking bites herself. 
Johann chokes up a bit as he's clapped on the arm, and murmurs something 
  unintelligible before turning away. 
Opa smiles. "We have a number of new faces, actually. I see one right here. 
  Flail...could you stand up?" 
Kelay smiles to Nalaya, "Hi..." then turns to get some soup as the grudges 
  reach her table 
Flail gulps a little nervously he carefully places his spoon down beside 
  his soup before standing as requested 
Kylee grabs a couple of rolls and nibbles on them, passing on the chowder. 
Nalaya's eyes darken and her expression falters a bit as Johann turns from 
  her, and her bright head lowers to her bowl of chowder for a moment. But 
  as Kylee speaks her name, she lifts it again and smiles softly at Flail 
  as he stands. 
Kylee grins over at Flail. 
Opa nods in the young man's direction. "Flail comes to us as a friend of 
  Kylee's, and he's staying here, earning his keep by helping out around 
  the hall." 
Kelay grabs a roll and dips it in deeply into the soup 
Broccal sighs heavily as he notices the gluttonous master ate all the 
  rolls. Huffing grumpily he turns pleadingly to Nalaya. "Nala, do you have 
  any rolls left?" 
Kelay smiles up to the standing Flail in welcoming. 
Nalaya smiles at Flail again, calling out a 'welcome' over the din and then 
  turning to Broccal. "Uh, yeah, sure." She picks up a woven basket, takes 
  one out for her own plate, and hands the rest to Broccal. "There ya go." 
Flail shifts his weight around from foot to foot twisting his fingers in 
  his hands as all their attentions shift to him 
Broccal takes the basket of rolls quietly to his seat, glaring at the man 
  beside him. Lowly he whispers, "Get your own next time, eh?" 
Opa chuckles, not unkindly, at Flail's discomfiture, and motions that he 
  should feel free to sit down again as she continues. "Welcome, Flail. We 
  also have a new apprentice, Lark...did I say that name right, Broccal?" 
Flail nods gratefully towards Master Opa, he moves sitting down in his seat 
  breathing a sigh of relief as their gazes go elsewhere 
Tasmin ambles in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Broccal looks up at Opa, red eyes attempting to focus. "Uhm? Oh! Yes, Lark, 
  that's right, Master Opa." 
Tasmin appears in a puff of logic and seats himself at a table. 
Nalaya is listening carefully to the new names spoken by Master Opa, 
  committing each to memory as she takes small spoonfulls of chowder. A few 
  furtive glances towards Johann show where her mind is every few moments. 
  "Lark, eh?" 
Lark steps in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Opa nods with satisfaction. "Oh, good. Also, we've had two journeyrank 
  herders posted to our area, Vyren and Petra. And I've received word that 
  Master Allory of the Smithcraft has resigned as craftsecond and will soon 
  be posted to our area as well." 
Kelay continues to enjoy her chowder....not missing a drop. 
Kylee looks away from Flail and watches everyone eat their chowder. 

Weavers> Nalaya oohs and greets Lark! :) 
Weavers> Broccal welcomes the newest apprentice. 

Opa's eyes flit over towards Lark as she enters, and looks a bit confused. 
  She leans over towards Broccal. "Is that her?" 

Weavers> Kelay says, "Welcome Lark" 

Lark sneaks in very quietly. 
Kylee looks around and makes room for Lark at the apprentice table. 
Varina nods as Opa continues the report. At the announcement about the 
  Master Smith, she comments, "That is good news, indeed." 

Weavers> Lark snugs and thanks!:) 
Weavers> Opa grins and adds her welcome, too! 

Kelay shoves what is left of the chowder at the table towards Lark 
Broccal nods. He stands and motions towards Lark. "Apprentice Lark, would 
  you stand so the craft master can get a good look at you, please?" 
Lark scooches into place next to Kylee, smiling with gratitude. 
Lark stands back up and smaile at everyone. 
Varina nods approvingly towards the new apprentice. 
Opa nods her thanks to the Apprentice Master and takes a look at the newest 
  apprentice. She smiles and nods at her. "We were just announcing your 
  arrival into our crafthall, Lark. Welcome." 
Nalaya smiles welcomingly at the new apprentice, lifting the hand holding a 
  half-munched roll in greeting. "Welcome, Lark." 
Lark says "Thanks you. My thanks to you all." 
Lark sits back down and puts her hands on her lap. 
Kylee looks over at Lark. She whispers something to her. 
Kelay tries again to offer Lark food. 
Opa turns her attention to Broccal, grinning. "And, as I'm sure many of you 
  have already discovered, Broccal here has moved back to the 
  Weavercrafthall to fill his new assignment as Apprentice Master." 
Broccal nods to the assembly and tears apart a roll. 
Nalaya sniggers just slightly in Broccal's direction, but lowers her eyes 
  to her chowder as the Apprentice Master's eyes perhaps turn her way. 
  Another spoonful, two, and her bowl is looking more empty. 
Kylee nods and taps away an overeager apprentice's hand trying to reach for 
  Lark's chowder. 
Lark reaches for the chowder and ladels some into the bowl in front of her. 
Tasmin yawns loudly. 
Opa adds, "And, with her promotion to Master, Jorai has asked to be posted 
  to the Beastcrafthall, which I have been glad to assent to." 
Broccal sighs exasperatedly and drops his hands to the sides of his bowl as 
  he watches Tasmin fall asleep. 
Kelay reaches over to thump Tasmin so he doesn't fall asleep 
Ros strides in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Lark snags a roll from a passing tray of bread and eats quietly. 
Kylee smacks Tasmin in the back of the head with a well-aimed piece of 
  roll. 
Kelay nods in approval to Kylee. 
Broccal smiles to the master baker. He waves a greeting to her. 
Tasmin sits back up abruptly, and asks, "Have i been promoted to Master 
  yet?" 
Ros pokes her head out of the kitchen, watching as an apprentice brings out 
  another tray of fresh, steaming rolls. Her eyes survey the Hall, falling 
  on Johann for a moment, then takes note of where the eaters are in their 
  meals. 
Kylee grins at Kelay then hits Tasmin again with some more roll for -that- 
  remark. 
Opa looks over as Ros emerges from the kitchen, and smiles. "Oh, yes, and 
  also..." She breaks off as Tasmin pipes up, and looks at him with a 
  quirked eyebrow. 
Nalaya frowns slightly as Jorai's posting is pronounced, then smiles toward 
  Ros as she emerges. "So that's why the rolls are so good." Taking another 
  from a nearby basket, she tosses one towards Broccal as well. "See?" 
Tasmin peers at Opa, then leans forward. Back to sleep. 
Broccal catches the rolls, but fumbles, but almost catches it, but fumbles 
  it into the bowl of the glutton beside him. Broc grimaces as the chowder 
  splashes onto the man's tunic. Broc turns away to guffaw. 
Kelay looks over to Kylee," What's he been up to?" 
Kylee grabs another roll and eyes Tasmin, just waiting for his eyes to 
  close. 
Ros nods politely to the greetings she receives, smoothing her apron. She 
  turns to return to the kitchen, but pauses, standing there a moment 
  longer to watch the journeyman baker carefully. 
Kylee's concentration is diverted by Kelay. She shrugs, "He's just been as 
  annoying as usual." 
Opa looks back at Ros, then Johann, then turns back to the room, clearing 
  her throat with a sad awkwardness. "As you all know, Johann has suffered 
  the loss of his daughter, Mastertailor Julaina, whose loss I know we have 
  all felt. Master Ros has been good enough to help us in the kitchen 
  during this crisis." 
Kelay wrinkles up her brow, "hmmmmm" as she looks over at Tasmin again. 
Kylee sobers, guiltily hiding the roll in her hand. 
Varina finally can't keep the squirmy Rain on her lap any longer. As the 
  little girl wriggles to the floor, she beckons to one of the young 
  nannies to come watch the toddler for the duration of the meeting. She 
  nods warmly to the Master Baker. 
Ros turns back to the kitchen, but once again turns back as her name is 
  mentioned. She takes a deep breath as the eyes turn to her, and she 
  smiles, addressing the weavers, "It's been my pleasure to be here." 
Nalaya raises an eyebrow at Broccal, murmuring something about his needing 
  practice at catching rolls. However, intercepting everyone's glances at 
  Johann, she looks worriedly at the baker herself. Then as Opa speaks her 
  eyes widen and then turn just slightly shiny. "Thank you, Ros." 
Opa blinks rapidly a few times, and clears her throat again. Speaking 
  loudly and quickly, she moves on. "But, in other, perhaps more heartening 
  news, Cinzia has recently been promoted to full apprentice." 
Nalaya immediately starts clapping her hands, crumbs and all, looking like 
  she was hoping for a reason to break all the silence around the room. 
Someone tries to wake Tasmin up, to no avail. 
Ros returns to the kitchen, beckoning to her apprentice helper to return 
  with her. 
Ros steps into the kitchen. 
Broccal smiles around the Hall, proud of Cinzia. He purposely keeps from 
  looking at Master Whatsis beside him. 
Opa turns her face away a moment, ostensibly to take a gulp of her water. 
  After a moment she turns back, a bit more composed. As she speaks again, 
  she surreptitiously slips something under the table to Broccal. "But, 
  speaking of promotions..." 
Kylee smiles at Cinzia's promotion. 
Nalaya claps a few more times, noticing now that she's the only one making 
  noise, and folds her hands in her lap with a bright smile and raised 
  eyebrow for Broccal. A swift glance around the room is an indication of 
  her attempt tp guess at the latest promotee this evening. 
Kylee watches Tasmin to see if he wakes up at the sound of the p word. 
Broccal stands at his place, smoothing something on the table before him. 
  "Apprentice Kylee, come forward." 
Lark looks at the girl next to her and smiles. 
Varina stops watching the young woman with her daughter so intently, and 
  turns back to watch the assembled folks as the more pleasant topic of 
  promotions is brought up. 
Kelay smiles at Kylee. 
Guest3 heads in from the inner courtyard. 
Kylee's attention is drawn from Tasmin. She looks over at Kelay. 
Kylee says "Did he say me or you?" 
Broccal crooks a finger at Kylee. "Kylee?" 
Kelay smiles,"You 
Nalaya grins, raising her hands to clap again, and jerks her head toward 
  Broccal. "/You/, Kylee. Go." 
Kylee's eyes widen. She swallows and stands up slowly. 
Kylee moves towards Master Broccal, her complexion going from pale to red 
  in a heartbeat. 
Broccal begins his speech as the apprentice finally gets up. *eye roll* 
  "For your continuing efforts to better yourself weaverly and contribute 
  to the craft and its relations with others, Kylee, you have earned the 
  rank of sr. apprentice. Here's your knot. Please replace that old one." 
Guest3 says "l" 
Kylee reluctantly takes off her old knot. She stands there a moment looking 
  down at it. She blinks rapidly several times and then holds out her hand 
  for the new one, still looking stunned. 
Broccal gently lays the new knot into Kylee's hand and winks at her as he 
  mumbles, "Good job." 
Opa nods approvingly. 
Kylee grins lopsidedly and looks around at Craftmaster Opa. 
Kylee says "At least you didn't throw it at me this time." 
Broccal says "Just wait if you make it to journeyrank...." 
Nalaya giggles softly as she realizes she sounded awfully demanding as she 
  spoke to Kylee and shrugs her shoulders upward. Taking another sip from 
  her klah mug, she watches as the apprentice takes the new knot. 
  "Congratulations, Kylee, and well done." 
Opa stifles a smile and finds something very interesting to look at in her 
  soup bowl. Meanwhile, the drudges start serving the wherry sandwiches. 
Kylee grins at everyone and then runs back to her seat. Wherry sandwiches 
  seem to be a little more appealing to her. 
Kelay happily congradulates Kylee, "Great job " 
Opa nods. "Well done, indeed. In fact, I'm told by a very reliable source 
  that you have a tapestry project in the works at the moment. Would you 
  care at all to share it with us?" 
Guest3 has left. 
Nalaya tilts her head, not having heard of this project since she's been so 
  far away for at least a month. She pauses as the journeyranker next to 
  her leans close to say something, and nods with a grin. "Yes...I 
  remember." 

Weavers> Kelay says, "I have to run. Hope I get to see some of you 
  around........ I like the new dump messages too!" 
Weavers> Opa waves, thanks for coming Kelay! 
Weavers> Broccal says, "Thanks for making it, Kelay!" 
Weavers> Kylee wavies bye. 
Weavers> Lark grrrrs and has to go too."But I'll be back later on!" 

Kelay rises and sneaks to the door as she realizes she has left a pot of 
  dye boiling in the teaching wing. She is releaved though to know that 
  smell isn't dinner 

Weavers> Broccal says, "Bye, Lark. :)" 

Kelay ambles through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing. 

Weavers> Opa waves bye, too. :) 
Weavers> Kylee says, "Bye Lark." 

Lark stands,"Excuse me for a moment, please?" 
Lark walks into the kitchen. 

Weavers> Kelay says, "I read about a corn that dyes purple....planting some 
  in my garden rl, I hope....maybe we good end up with some in a meal some 
  time." 

Tasmin wakes up and starts whispering loudly. 
Kylee wolfs down a sandwich and then surreptitously smacks Tasmin with the 
  roll she'd saved just for him. 

Weavers> Lark sighs."It was not supposed to work like this tonight! be here 
  latelater! Thanks and it is /great/ to be at weavercraft!!!":) 
Weavers> Kelay says, "Night!" 

Opa grins at Kylee. "Well, if you're shy, that's alright too." 
Kylee looks around, suddenly realizing the Craftmaster was talking to her. 
Nalaya grins at Kylee, watching for a moment, then hands her empty dishes 
  to a drudge that's walking around collecting from whoever's done. 
  "Thanks...and are there any more rolls?" Immediately another appears on 
  the cloth in front of her and she bites into it happily, eyes traveling 
  to Opa again. 
Kylee turns red and stands up. "Uhmm. Yes ma'am I am. With a lot of help 
  from everyone else around here." 
Broccal sits back in his sit, eyes on his plate. 
Opa smiles, nods, and leans back in her chair to nibble on the rest of her 
  sandwich. 
Kylee stands and leaves the Apprentice Tables. 
Kylee edges towards the teaching wing door. "Should I go get it? It's just 
  in the small workroom." 

Weavers> Varina goes ahead and adds Ros to the knots, who will be ICly 
  posted here while Johann takes a leave of absense. 

Opa nods, having to swallow before she can speak. "Yes, please do." 
Kylee wanders through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest 
  of the west wing. 
Varina finds herself watching the young woman caring for her daughter 
  again, then turns her attention back to the meeting, nodding approvingly 
  as the apprentice leaves to get the tapestry. 
Kylee wanders in through the archway from the teaching wing. 

Weavers> Ros does her best parade wave to the weavers. 
Weavers> Broccal warns you all. This is not an actual object. I'm going to 
  @emit it. Ready for spam. 

Kylee comes back in, carrying a carefully rolled tapestry. She just stands 
  there and lets it unroll, holding it up. 

Teaching Tapestry 
Organized horizontally across a plainly woven tapestry, each section 
portrays a different aspect of Weaverhall work. (Do we want to use big 
block letters to separate the horizontal sections? Fiber production, 
Dyeing, etc. or let it speak for itself?). At the top, an embroidered 
ovine and llama stand facing each other. Attached to each by a 
double-sided material for easy removal and replacement, are real samples 
of their fleece. Following the animals lie a stitched cotton boll 
complete with attached cotton sample, a stylized flax plant, and a sisal 
plant. The next row contains specimens from the dyers. (Insert 
embroidered plants and shells with various colors or not with tassels 
below or not?) Brightly colored tassels arrayed in rainbow colors shake 
with every errant breeze. Doll-sized clothing, ranging from a simple pair 
of trous to a fancy gather dress, dominate the last section. 

Weavers> Nalaya snugs Ros hello, and welcome! :) 
Weavers> Opa has a question for you American-types. Do you spell it 
  "tassle" or "tassel"? 
Weavers> Kylee grins at Broccal. The real one's even longer. Most of you 
  have it in your +mail I think. 
Weavers> Kylee looked it up and we spell it tassel. 
Weavers> Opa noodles, okay, I'll force myself to get used to it, then. :) 

Varina turns from watching her daughter to look at the tapestry. "An 
  ambitious work," she says. "It's shaping up very nicely." 
Opa leans forward to get a better look. "Hm...that looks very promising." 
  Her eyes travel over the various areas. 

Teaching Tapestry: 
Organized horizontally across a plainly woven tapestry, large block letters 
stitched in bright rainbow colors spell out WEAVERCRAFT. Each section of 
the tapestry is divided by more block letters spelling out the name of 
each fiber. A double-sided material holds all of the samples in place for 
easy removal and replacement. 

COTTON The outline of a cotton plant, stitched in dark brown thread, begins 
the lesson. The cotton boll holds a large sample of raw cotton. An 
embroidered arrow points to the next example of a braided length of spun 
cotton. The braid is attached at the top and flutters with any movement 
of the tapestry. A second arrowhead leads the eye to the finished product 
- a miniature nightshirt dyed a pale blue. 

SISAL The next lesson begins with sisal. Dark greyish-green leaves from a 
sisal plant stick to the tapestry. Arrows point to a stick figure 
crushing and drying the leaves. Following this, a stick figure holds up a 
small skirt of silky-smooth red brocade. 

LINEN A flax plant, with a real stem, has been painstakingly stitched. 
Stitched figures pull the long fibers from the stem. A stick figure
wearing a doll-sized shirt, made from fine linen, completes the lesson. 

WOOL An embroidered ovine and llama stand facing each other. Real samples 
of their fleece are attached. A stick figure shears the ovine and another 
combs the llama. Small examples of each lie in heaps beside them. 
Finally, a soft sweater and a small knitted hat clothe a smiling man. 

Weavers> Broccal says, "My fault. :( I emitted the wrong one." 
Weavers> Kylee can always change the spellings if necessary. 
Weavers> Opa's philosophical rule is that you use whatever spelling is 
  inherent to you. I don't go around telling everyone to put a u in 
  "colour", but I do put it in myself. :) 

Kylee frowns down at the tapestry, trying to see if every single flaw she 
  sees stands out as much as she thinks it does. 
Opa nudges Broccal with a smile. "Not bad, not bad at all." Turning to the 
  rest of the room, she raises her voice. "Any constructive criticism for 
  Kylee?" 

Weavers> Kylee noddles. Uhmm, one question I had is...since these are 
  actually supposed to be fibers from plants, should the LINEN section say 
  FLAX instead? 
Weavers> Opa hadn't thought of that, but yes, technically that'd be the way 
  to do it. 
Weavers> Nalaya eeks as she gets phone calls. "Bleh." 

Nalaya is looking the tapestry up and down industriously, muttering and 
  smiling every few moments. "It's lovely, Kylee. Must have taken a lot of 
  work!" 

Weavers> Kylee says, "Most of this go-round was Nalaya's idea, I think. I 
  just wrote it. :)" 

Broccal rubs his arm where Opa had nudged him, but keeps silent as he 
  surveys the room since he's already told her what he thought needed work. 

Weavers> Nalaya points to Kylee. "The writing is /much/ harder than the 
  simple idea." :) 
Weavers> Opa grins and thinks we're all suitably impressed. 

Kylee's arms drop a little. 

Weavers> Opa says, "Well, unless anyone else wants to make more comments or 
  Kylee isn't finished showing it, would anyone object to going into the 
  OOC portion?" 
Weavers> Kylee is finished. This thing is heavy. ;) 
Weavers> Nalaya laughs and is still reading it fully. So go ahead. :) 
Weavers> Opa grins. Alrightee then. :) 
Weavers> Varina says, "Go OOC, please. :)" 

Opa brings out, yes you guessed it, The Squeaky Gavel. Muahahaha. 
Broccal sighs. And no mrl to hit with it. 
Opa hits the sleeping Tasmin instead. :) Okay folks, only one OOC topic on 
  the agenda before the open forum - "Whither Craftmaster?" This is your 
  basic update on my online status. 
Kylee thinks you might do as a substitute Broccal. :) 
Nalaya ducks the gavel and props OOC shoes on the table. 
Opa says "Basically, the deal is that my new Internet access is nice and 
  stable and established, I've moved over all my files to my new account 
  and organized all my web pages on the new site, and have done the same 
  thing for my technologically challenged mom. :) Also, my father is doing 
  much better and even though I'm still taking up part of the slack of his 
  household chores, things seem to be less chaotic around my house now." 
Opa looks forward to a month ahead with no business trips by mom, no 
  cousins staying over while their parents are out of town, no baby booties 
  to be knitted frantically for baby showers at the end of the week, no 
  more analyses of the federal budget and no more death-defying drives back 
  from out of town. 
Opa says "However, I will be away this weekend, in Ohio." 
Opa says "Other than that I'm looking forward to being able to catch up on 
  a ton of stuff around here. :)" 
Opa says "Any questions before we go into the open forum?" 
Broccal says "You're visiting the States?" 
Nalaya hmms, your father is sick? I'm sorry to hear that, Opa. And baby 
  booties are cute. :) 
Opa noodles, yep, I'm planning to travel down Friday evening. 
Opa nods, I know I haven't told everyone but he's had about five or six eye 
  surguries in the last month and a half or so to correct a detached 
  retina. Baby booties are indeed cute. :) 
Broccal holds up a hand. "Could you send me a sample?" 
Nalaya oohs at Opa. "My best wishes for him then. 
Opa grins at Broccal. A sample of Ohio, my dad's retina, or a baby bootie? 
Broccal nods with Nalay. "Can he see?" 
Nalaya wants Ohio! They have green trees there! :) 
Opa thanks, Nalaya. :) He seems to be doing much better and the site has 
  returned, yay! 
Broccal ponders... "Which would be easiest to send? 
Kylee thinks baby booties would work. 
Broccal says "Kentucky has lots and lots of green trees." 
Opa thinks. Hm. Well, with Ohio I can just send some dirt in an envelope, 
  but with a bootie I'd have to make another one. :) Or I guess I could 
  just send a few inches of the wool. :) 
Opa er, sight. Man, I'm out of it today. 
Broccal says "I thought you were talking about your web site again." 
Opa got confused. I have Internet on the brain, what can I say. 
Varina says "Oh hey, I got a quick note from Jorai the other day, telling 
  me she couldn't make it. She's been sick, and she's got something with a 
  job going on, and this time of night has become impossible for her 
  lately, and she sends her apologies." 
Nalaya snugs Opa and listens to Varina. 
Opa ugh. Sympathies. 
Varina says "That's all the news I got from her." 
Opa says "Anything else? Anyone? Going once..." 
Kylee squeaks and raises her hand. 
Opa points the gavel at Kylee. "Yep?" 
Kylee says "Can we go ahead and enter this tapestry in the Bitran Tapestry 
  Contest?" 
Opa grins. I have to admit, I have so much +mail at the moment that the 
  only thing I know about the Bitran Tapestry Contest is that there 
  actually is one. But I think that if you finish it in time, you should go 
  for it. :) 
Broccal nods and smiles at Kylee. 
Kylee says "If it's good to go as is, except for the FLAX thing, then it's 
  ready." 
Nalaya personally thinks it's great. :) 
Opa says "So you've got stuff to fill those bracketed sections?" 
Broccal thinks it's more than alright for a non-comissioned item. :) 
Kylee noddles, "When you get to the Tapestry 501 +mail which no doubt is 
  buried somewhere, that's the finished version." :) 
Opa nods, I saw that, I know it's in there. :) Okay, well, enter away. I 
  think it'll make a good showing. :) 
Opa says "Anyone have anything else for the open forum?" 
Broccal says "Opa, that's the one I emitted second." 
Opa *ohhhh*. Okay. Now the light dawns. :) 
Opa (sorry) 
Opa raises the gavel once again. Going... 
Nalaya giggles...gone! :) 
Kylee grins at Nalaya. 
Opa laughs and hands Nalaya the squeaky gavel. Okay, you do it. 
Nalaya oohs, not meaning to take over the squeaky gavel job...but smashes 
  it down. "Gone! There." She hands it back with a sheepish smile. ;) 
<SQUEAK!!!!> 
Opa grins. Thanks! I declare this meeting over. I'm turning off the log.