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Nalaya nods happily, beaming a bright smile as she finally lowers herself 
  gracefully into a chair. "Just fine..busy. Everone at Ruatha's wanting 
  masquerade ball gowns, and I've barely enough time to keep up. Good 
  reason for me to come to the meeting, I need more lace." She tilts her 
  head to look Kylee over once. "You've been working too hard?" 
Broccal takes Opa's arm hesitantly, with lowered eyes. :) "I guess it's 
  okay. I hope Master Ros has some recipes Johann never used." 
Jekar glances about before slowly sinking into the chair. 

Weavers> Opa says, "Okay, meeting! :)" 

Broccal has arrived. 
Kylee sighs heavily. "Which reminds me Nalaya. Do you think you could let 
  Patrice know I'll get her gown to her /before/ the ball?" 
Broccal lets go of Opa's arm as he looks around the Hall for Jorai. 
Fiona gives Jekar an almost surprised look. That was too easy.. She shrugs, 
  the straightens in her seat, pulling about her some air of 'masterness' 
  around her. 
Nalaya raises an eyebrow at Kylee, nodding her head. "Um...sure. Was she 
  expecting it /after/?" She looks up and waves slender fingers at Opa and 
  Broccal and others as they begin to trickle in. 
Opa smiles around as she enters the hall and grins as she loses Broccal's 
  attention completely. She nods at several people as she makes her way to 
  her seat. 
Opa sits down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Broccal sits down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Nalaya sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Kylee waves briefly at Opa and Broccal then shrugs. "No Nala. I believe she 
  was expecting it sometime last Turn." She shakes her head ruefully. "I 
  just haven't been satisfied with the things I've come up with for her." 
Fiona sits down at the Masters' Table. 

Weavers> Broccal idles to go do the bidding of his mistress. 
Weavers> Opa watches everyone go 'Oh yeah...tables' ;) 

Kylee sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Jekar is seated for all of a minute or so before standing back up as Opa 
  approaches. "Can I get you anything, ma'am?" He backs a few paces away 
  from the Masters' table. 
Nalaya ahs, nodding at Kylee. "I see. Well, surely she'll like what you've 
  come up with this time? I know your work, and it's always marvelous." She 
  nods definitively, looking expectantly towards the kitchen as sounds of 
  pots and dishes clanking can be heard through the door. 
Opa looks up behind her and smiles. "Oh, hello, Jekar, you're helping serve 
  tonight? Well...hm. I could use some klah, strong if there is any." 

Weavers> Fiona snerkles at Opa. Well, yeah.. ;) 
Weavers> Nalaya has never been good at remembering places code exists. ;) 

Fiona watches Jekar bounce back up and just sighs quietly, reaching for her 
  napkin. 

Weavers> Jorai says, "Woops, I was here ;)" 

Jekar inclines his head, and immediately turns to procure from the kitchens 
  a heavy pitcher of freshly brewed klah. He first pours a mugfull for Opa, 
  before looking inquiringly to other Masters. 
Opa wraps her hand around the mug, lifting it to blow across the surface of 
  the liquid. She looks towards the kitchen, murmuring, "Funny, I don't 
  *smell* fish..." 
Broccal looks confused towards Fiona. 
Fiona returns broccal's look, equally confused. "Yes?" 
Jekar just looks confused. Is this news? 

Weavers> Fiona giggles and imagines someone walking in right now and 
  wondering why we're all so confused. 

As if on cue, the first course begins to get served: chicken noodle soup, 
  without a smidgen of fish in it to be found. 
Broccal smiles at Jorai. :) "Hey, how're the herders treating you?" 
Opa takes a sip of her klah before digging into her soup. "Well, good 
  eating everyone!" 
Fiona mumbles something under her breath as she turns back to her table, 
  sitting back to allow the food to be served over her shoulder. Reaching 
  for a pepper pot, she seasons the soup within an inch of its life before 
  tasting, then looks in the direction of the bread. 
Nalaya leans carefully backward as a server leans over to ladle soup into 
  her bowl, and she speaks softly with the journeyranker to her right. 
  Something about purple lace and its uses in masquerade gowns. 
Jorai swirls her spoon in her mug, "Fine. If only due to not having run 
  into any in a few sevenday, now." 
Broccal drops bits of his rolls into his soup while he listens to Jorai. 
  "They get on your nerves? I've only had dealings with three, really. 
  Zerimar, Zera, and Kadel. They all seemed like good people." 
Jekar does his klah rounds, waiting until the apprentices are served before 
  taking a bowl of soup for himself. He looks toward the Masters' table 
  again, sighing nearly inaudibly to himself, before he eats where he 
  stands, off to the side and ready to be called for whatever chore. 
Kylee stirs her soup thoughtfully listening to Nalaya's conversation. She 
  leans across a moment. "Purple lace?" 
Jorai peers into Broc's bowl, "You're going to end up with mush there in a 
  moment. No, they don't annoy me. I just haven't been back in a while." 
Nalaya wrinkles her nose just slightly, nodding to Kylee. "Yes...one young 
  lady wants an elaborate gown in purple, and just /has/ to have purple 
  lace in lots of layers all up and down the skirt. I tried to convince her 
  it was a bit much, for she's a small girl, but..." She shrugs, spoon 
  raised in one hand. "She still wants it. Handspans and handspans of it." 
Broccal shrugs. "I like it better this way." Broc looks towards the basket 
  in front of Opa with envy. "Uhm, Master Opa? May I?" 

Weavers> Jorai says, "Hey who made it chicken soup? ;)" 
Weavers> Broccal points to Opa 

Fiona adds a large pinch of salt on top of the pepper coating her soup, 
  then scoops up a spoonful without a thought. It takes only a moment 
  before she's coughing and waving her hands frantically, watering eyes 
  lifted appealingly to Jekar. 

Weavers> Opa looks highly innocent! Wasn't me, it was the menu randomizer! 
  :) 

Kylee stifles a groan and eyes Nalaya. "Please tell me she does /not/ want 
  to be an apprentice at the WeaverHall Nala." 
Opa looks up mid-slurp. "Oh, yes, of course..." She slides the basket 
  Broccal-wards. 
Broccal takes the basket victoriously and smiles goofily at Jorai. He holds 
  the basket for her to get some if she wants it. 
Jekar immediately sets down his own bowl, grabbing up a glass of water and 
  handing it over to Fiona, at her side within moments, proof positive that 
  he'd been watching her closely. 
Fiona takes the glass with a watery smile and drinks most of it down with 
  one gulp. She absently pulls Jekar into the seat next to her while 
  quenching the burning in her throat. After another cough, she leans to 
  whisper in his ear. 
Nalaya giggles at Kylee, shaking her head. "Not /yet/, I don't think. She's 
  just at that stage where everything has to be purple, including her 
  nightdress and her hair ties. It's amazing. I've never dyed so many 
  purple things in my whole career as I do for her." 
Jorai flashes a smile at Broc and shakes her head. "No, thank you." She 
  puts her spoon down long enough to squeeze his hand. 
Broccal stirs his soup with some trouble. He holds onto the bowl with one 
  hand to keep it from spinning. He winks at Jo. 
Jekar blinks a few times, peering at Fiona with concern until he's sure 
  she's okay. He then frowns to himself, somewhat puzzled. Ayup, he's stuck 
  at the Masters' table, and feeling very out of place, but he remains 
  there, albeit it rigidly. 
Opa hurriedly finishes off the last of her soup so that she can get on with 
  her announcements. "Well, welcome once again everyone...as usual we have 
  some new faces to welcome." 
Fiona shoves her bowl away and reaches for the bread basket, selecting the 
  most bland looking roll of the bunch. 

Weavers> Jorai says, "I'm gonna have to idle for a bit..bedtime for the 
  snuggly" 

Opa says "Firstly, and I assume she's working hard in the kitchen as we 
  speak, there is Aidoann, who has joined our kitchen staff. She is also, 
  I'm told, skilled in the drawing department, so I'm sure her time will be 
  shared between the kitchen and any Weavers who find her skills useful." 
Jekar glances up at mention of kitchen help. Hm. He glances that way, and 
  looks as though he'll up and leave, but instead slowly reaches for some 
  bread as well, taking whatever roll first comes to his hand and passing 
  the basket down. 
Fiona quietly slides Jekar's bowl out from in front of him while he's 
  reaching for the bread, and exchanges it for her own. Soon, she's 
  contendedly spooning up unseasoned soup, giving Opa her courteous 
  attention. 
Opa pauses a moment as the servers bring in the main course, spiral pasta 
  with vegetables. "We also have a few new apprentices...Rialeah and 
  Itzhak. I'm sure you'll make them very welcome." 
Broccal eats his gruel, happy at its consistency. 
Varina zooms in on her broomstick. 
Varina dashes in, pulling off her riding cloak. "Just in time for dinner," 
  she murmers, hurrying to her seat, and plunking her daughter on her lap, 
  pulling the little girl's warm coat off, too. She leans over and mumbles 
  an apology to Opa. 
Jekar mumbles the names to himself, as he takes a bite of his bread. He 
  then reaches for his spoon, and blinks down at his soup. Surely he ate 
  more than that? He's got looking confused down to a fine art. 
Opa shakes her head as Varina apologizes. "Oh, shards, don't worry about 
  it." 
Kylee smiles briefly when the main course is offered, says a quiet no thank 
  you and sits back to listen to the conversations around her. 
Fiona pats Jekar's hand, adroitly removing his spoon from it. "Save room 
  for the pasta, dear." The bowl is shoved out of his way as the next plate 
  lands in its place. 
Jekar erms. "Pasta," he mutters, and starts to stand to help serve that 
  course, but catches himself and remains seated among the Masters, 
  absently grumbling, and now toying with his food without eating. 
Opa says "As well, I'd like to announce that Jr. Journeyrank Kylee is now 
  reporting to Master Broccal." 
Broccal shoves the glop in his bowl aside to attack the pasta, giving it 
  more attention than Opa. 
Opa says "Master Broccal has also been working on assigning some more 
  mentors, and so he's asked me to announce that Apprentice Mammaw will now 
  be reporting to Jr. Journeyrank Kylee." 
Opa turns a grin on Kylee. "And I'm sure you will serve her well, as well 
  as making sure she does the same for you." 

Weavers> Opa says, "Is there anyone with anything to show-and-tell 
  tonight?" 

Kylee returns the smile and winks. "I'll be keeping her busy, rest assured 
  Master Opa." 

Weavers> Jekar wells. Nah. :) 

Opa chuckles. "Well, then you should do just fine." 
Jekar squirms at mention of serving. He should be doing that. Instead, he's 
  taking up space where another Master should be. With a heavy sigh he 
  resigns himself to his fate, and positively wolfs down his food to make 
  up for lost time. 

Weavers> Fiona peers at Jekar, contemplates showing off his new clothes... 
  ;) 

V'han strolls in from the inner courtyard. 

Weavers> Opa grins. If there aren't any takers, we can just rush onto the 
  OOC portion and OOCly eat our IC bubbly pies. :) 
Weavers> Fiona laughs. "Poor V'han arrives just as we go OOC." 

V'han hrms, meeting, and steps outside to wait. 
Opa brings out the squeaky gavel. Right! Time for fake bubblies. :) Sorry, 
  V'han, bad timing. :) 
V'han grins. 
Fiona yanks V'han over to sit with her and listen to the OOCly stuff. :) 
Jorai tosses bits of roll at the invading Rider 
Jekar ughs. Rider. ;) *grabs up tarnished crown and sceptre* The Weaver 
  King has returned. 
V'han aiiiess and hides behind Fiona from the nasty weavers. 
Broccal peers at the rider. 
Varina is still trying to oriented to the RP and it's over already! 
Opa says "Okay, first item on the OOC agenda is "bits and pieces" - there's 
  a lot of niggly little things that I just want to go through. The first 
  is the Hunt for a Headwoman. Unfortunately, our request for applications 
  a month or so ago bore absolutely no fruit whatsoever, so there's nothing 
  for it but to, well, try again. :)" 
Jorai sighs. "i'm not nasty. Am I Broccal." 
Jekar boings about. Headman? :> 
Fiona glances at Jekar, "Gimme back the braincell. That was my idea." 
V'han grins. "I could put on a dress and go AWOL from Fort?" 
Broccal nods in responce to Jorai. "Anything you say, just don't throw a 
  roll at ME" 
Fiona laughs at V'han. "Where we gonna park your dragon?" 

Weavers> Nalaya eeks, someone rang my doorbell. Sorry for the idling, 
  everyone. :P 

Jorai smirks. "None left. They're all in your soup." 
V'han chuckles. "In the Inner Courtyard. She likes it there." 
Jekar keeps the braincell. Mwuahaha. :> 
Fiona goes braincell-less and doesn't even miss it. ;) 
Opa looks at Jekar. "You know, I hadn't thought of that but there's no 
  reason not to have a Headman instead." 
Opa is happy to look at any application provided it fits the bill. :) 
Broccal says "Jekar, you in your 30s?" 
Jekar checks his age. Nope. 
Fiona gahs, "I hope not." 
Nalaya tries to think of available people who might fit the bill. Hmm. 
Jekar starts to polish that crown... 
Opa says "Oh goodness, yes, if you know folks, coerce...er...suggest that 
  they apply. :) Or if you know someone who's thinking of creating an older 
  character and who has good RP experience." 
Broccal says "Would we have a steward? Jekar could do that, right?" 
Jekar loves to be canonical. Never in the books, to my knowledge, have 
  crafthall stewards been mentioned. 
Opa bases a lot of what she thinks crafts do on the HH novels, and they 
  never had a steward. Oooh, great minds think alike, Jekar. :) 
Broccal says "Opa has the braincell, Fee." 
Jekar says "not that this has stopped other crafts from doing it here." 
Opa says "True." 
Opa says "Okay, moving right along...as I'm sure you all know, Broccal is 
  working on arranging apprentice mentorships. So everyone be really nice 
  and +mail him your preferences. :)" 

Weavers> Jekar wavers. Need sleep. Sick. Not good. :) 

Opa holds up a cattle prod for motivating effect. :) 
Opa says "And moving right along, last month's Weavermeet log is still not 
  ready yet because this past week is the first real chance I've had to get 
  online (without danger of falling into unconscious sleep at the keyboard) 
  since the last Weavermeet. I'm horribly sorry, but please bear with. :)" 
Jekar hands his crown over to Fiona. Long live the Queen. Buhbye. 
Broccal frowns. You'd let a little thing like sleep get in the way? 
Fiona tucks Jekar in her pocket and adjusts her crown. Night hon. 
Jekar ponders over that. Is that a Jekar in your pocket, or... 
Fiona laughs. "Go." 
Jekar grins, is tucked, and leaves. 
Opa says "I know, eh? Where are my priorities. :)" 
Opa says "And moving right along to the final "bit", on a personal note I'd 
  like to congratulate Broccal on his fantabulous RL news. :)" 
Nalaya oohs, whatwhatwhat? 
Kylee smiles at Broccal. 
Broccal bouncies. :) 
Broccal says "I'm going to have a nice little bundled Christmas present."" 
Fiona laughs, "He's going to learn the true meaning of lack of sleep." ;) 
Varina whees. Congrats Broccal. :) 
V'han wooos. "'Grats, Broccal!" 
Opa laughs. That's true. What I've been experiencing will be *nothing* to 
  the joys of 3am feedings, I'm sure. :) 
Fiona says "And 2am, and 4am, and midnight, and 5am... ;)" 
Opa . o O ( In that order? ;) 
Fiona grins. "At the time, it seems like it." 
Varina says "at that time of night, it may as well be.... :)" 
Fiona watches Varina take over the braincell! ;) 
Broccal shrugs. "that's what wives are for, right?" 
Opa . o ( Whoa, dude. :) 
Fiona throws rolls at broc. :P 
Nalaya WOOS! Congrats, Broc. That's wonderful! 
Opa laughs. Oh boy, duck, Broccal. 
Broccal laughs! :) LIke'd I'd let her get all the joy! :) 
Nalaya can't even /imagine/ how happy a thing that must be. Wowee. 
Varina dashes off to the corner. "I've got the braincell and now I'm 
  KEEPING it." 
Opa thinks that's it...oh, wait, yes, one more bit that just came up...I 
  was going through some new email and I got one from this guy whose 
  daughter did an English Studies paper using our online encyclopedia as 
  one of her resources. Neat, eh? He was emailing to ask about the accuracy 
  of the information, so I'm just writing him back now. 
Broccal cackles. "reminds me of Perseus, was it:? who found the witches who 
  shared an eye?" 
Nalaya wants just a second with the braincell, as I fear I've never had it 
  before. 
Varina ohs! That's very cool, Opa. So will her English Studies paper 
  include Pernese fabrics? 
Opa laughs. Gawd I hope not. 
V'han would lend you his braincell, Nalaya, but it's a rider braincell and 
  it may corrupt you beyond all redemption. :) 
Nalaya eews at rider braincells. Those are dangerous. *wink* 
Fiona laughs at the thought. Both of them, even. :) 
Opa swings the squeaky gavel around. Soooo...anyone with anything they'd 
  like to bring up? 
V'han grins. "Yeah, I got infected with it, and now I can't get rid of it." 
Fiona uhms, "One thing?" 
Nalaya doesn't think so... 
Fiona says "Is anyone officially assigned to the Benden area now that 
  Julaina is gone?" 
Opa shakes her head. Nope. That's one of the things I have to get around to 
  talking to Kylee about. :) 
Nalaya grins! 
Opa says "And I will be answering your +mail about that Kylee, honest. :)" 
Fiona smiles. "Okee. I'd been paged be someone living there asking who they 
  could request comissions from. I told her anyone, but wondered about who 
  was to be there officially." 
Opa nods. There's no one PC there officially. 
Opa says "Anyone else?" 
Kylee raises her hand. 
Opa says "Yep?" 
Kylee says "Briefly, I was asked to mention the tp involving the renegades 
  raiding around the S Boll area. I'm sure most of you know about it, but 
  basically we've been asked to keep our IC eyes open for any suspicious 
  looking people. Over and out." 

Weavers> Kylee hmms at the lag and wonders if these transmissions are 
  somehow getting bounced off satellites before they come back here. ;) 

Opa says "Kewl. :) <starts eyeing all the apprentices suspiciously...>" 
Kylee says "Might be interesting rp for those of our apps who spend a lot 
  of time at the beach. :)" 

Weavers> Nalaya far far out satellites? ;) 

Opa snorts. Apprentices *never* spend time at beaches. Everyone knows that. 
  They do nothing but work all day. They're totally dedicated. No, hey, I 
  mean it... 

Weavers> Fiona says, "And here I thought it was just my own personal lag. 
  :)" 

Opa waves the gavel again. "Anyone else?" 
Nalaya never ever went to the beach as an appie, nono. :) 
Kylee gives Nalaya a rather disbelieving stare. ;) 
Opa didn't, but I do remember slashing through the rainforests once. And 
  man, does that date me. :) 
Opa holds the gavel posed. "Going..." 
Broccal built sandcastles with an appie named Batiya 
V'han wonders if Fort was told about this TP, just that I don't recall 
  hearing anything. 
Opa er, *poised*. 
She had a mole on her cheek. 
Opa says "Going..." 
V'han guesses not. 
Kylee hmms. "I don't think they were V'han. Seems to be mainly between S. 
  Boll and the renegades but since WeaverHall's so close..." 
V'han ahhhs. "Right, no probs." 
V'han just thought Fort might have been called in for aerial observation. 
Fiona says "Renegades? Wow, I guess I've been out of it for a while..." 
Opa says "GONE!!! Amazing...a meeting in under an hour and a half."