Log edited with Logedit 2.6.9pl on Tue May 27 14:11:32 EDT 1997 Using configuration file /user/km/kms/.logeditrc Editing out: arrive/left Logged by Broccal Word-wrapping at 75, 0, 2 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Jecharra takes a lesson from Kylee, and bows the same way, a bit late. "Well met," she murmers. Jecharra noticeable pinks. Jerika chuckles softly. "And you. But stop bowing, you keep making me think my boots are untied." Jecharra giggles and appears a little less tight in the shoulders. Broccal smiles and sets down his plate. He turns to Jerika. "yes, that must be it. I love the Reaches." Recalling himself before he reminesces too long, he adds, "Thank you for finding time to come." Jerika shrugs. "Ahh...no problem. I get to missing the warm sometimes." She glances sideways at Allory, and grins. "You know, the cold in the north, and my old bones..." Jecharra continues to work her right hand at her side, the thumb weaving through her fingers. Her nervousness is mostly hidden. Jecharra looks over at Kylee, "I'm going to look at your gardens. I'll look for you later." She smiles warmly in turn at each in the circle, and then excuses herself. Jecharra heads through the large doorway to the north and outside the Weavercrafthall. Kylee nods. Allory snickers to Jerika, "Old my foot." Jerika shrugs at Allory. "Well, not compared to, say, Webston..."Jerika's grin grows. "Or Encil." Broccal grins at the memory of Encil. "How is Encil? He's what? 60 turns now?" Allory laughs and nods, "Did I ever tell you that Encil called one of the apprentices a weaver? I though the child was going to start spitting nails he was so indignant." Kylee sneaks over to a bench and waits quietly. Jerika rolls her eyes. "Well, that's Encil. I remember him following me down a hallway trying to give me his craftmaster knot. Several times." Kylee eyes Master Broccal's bread, then rises and sneaks into the kitchen. Kylee steps into the kitchen. Public announcement: Broccal announces "Excuse me. The Weavers are about to host a demonstration from the Smiths on maintaining looms. Those chars interested in such matters are welcome to visit the WeaverCraftHall. +go weaver-cy, tw, Then Small WOrkroom. Demonstration will commence shortly."Global Commands gives you -5015 credits.sm Hope you don't mind that announcement. :) Ethelwyn ambles in from the inner courtyard. Jerika waves to Wyn. "H'lo." Ethelwyn dashes in, panting, smelling of runner. "Merddyn lost a shoe, ma'am." she explains, out of breath, to the masters. Jerika nods. "It's all right. We've been a bit slow getting started, so." Ethelwyn whews and smiles, "Master Webston just kept me on errands all day." Jerika nods. "Well, that's Webston...glad he let you get away for this." Broccal steps up. "I don't believe I've met this Master Webston you're all so fond of." Jerika grins at Broccal. "Probably not. He hasn't much use for the, ahh...textile arts." Allory rolls her eyes and mutters something that sounds distinctly like 'Lucky you." Broccal chuckles seeing the distress that master causes. "We've got one or two like that running around here too. If you see a tall, lanky master with a drawn face and no laugh lines descending on you, RUN!" Ethelwyn grins, "Just machine parts. He likes to send me running all over Pern for him." she looks at Jerkia, "Well I was /assigned/ to this too. Raced down from Fort Hold too. i think I'll set a new record one day." Allory laughs, "With my luck he'll think I'm an apprentice." she laments. Jerika grins. "I'll be sure to do that. Anyway, now we've a fair assembley, shall we start?" Ethelwyn nods, loos strands of hair tickling her nose. Flail wanders in from the kitchen and storage area. Broccal says "Certainly. If you'll follow me." Broccal nods to Flail as he takes the smiths to the small workroom. You stride through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of the west wing. Teaching Wing Hallway This fairly quiet hallway is hung with various teaching tapestries and rugs. They are composed of different weaves and materials and illustrate the different methods used. They vary greatly in quality and design from an apprentice first creation to a Master's demonstration of a technique. You can hear the murmur of voices coming from the teaching rooms that line this passageway and sometimes from the large lecture hall. Several small teaching rooms and a lecture hall open off the hallway, while two big wooden doors lead to the great hall and inner courtyard. The corridor continues south before turning east into the office hallway. Obvious exits: Small WOrkroom Stairs Up Office Hallway Great Hall Inner Courtyard Allory ambles in from the great hall. Jerika ambles in from the great hall. Jerika steps into the small workroom. Ethelwyn ambles in from the great hall. Allory steps into the small workroom. Broccal allows the smiths time to appreciate the splendor of his Hall. You stroll into the small workroom. Small Workroom(#2565RJ) A small, quiet workroom set aside from the more active areas of the Hall, this room is ideal for work needing a lot of concentration without much time available. Several tapestries hang on the walls, giving examples of the work done in here. Two windows ope walls, giving examples of the work done in here. Two windows open to the south, letting in sufficient light that glows are only needed on overcast days and at night. Contents: Allory Jerika Tapestry Loom Obvious exits: Hallway Ethelwyn strolls in from the hallway. Ethelwyn walks in and shifts, being reminded she's a bit dirty today... Kylee wanders in from the hallway. Kylee hurries in, looking incredibly guilty. She hastily wipes the bread crumbs from her hands. Jerika paces around the loom, hands behind her back, nodding occasionally. Broccal looks proud as he leads the smiths to the loom. "Here's our baby. Your Master Encil made this for us turns ago." Flail strides in from the hallway. Kylee edges over from the doorway, making room for Flail. Jerika nods. "I remember him working on it." Allory grins and nods, "I remember that, I was a junior apprenice then." Ethelwyn peers, "Encil made that? " she murrmers, "Man can't even remember he asked for new tools..." Jerika nods to Wyn. "Believe it or not, he was a _very_ sharp man..." she sighs. "A long time ago." Flail slips in quietly shifting to one side, leaning back up against a wall in the small crowded room Ethelwyn ohs, "In that case, i'm never getting old." Jerika snorts softly. "Better than the alternative," she says to herself. Broccal grins and turns to the weavers streaming in. "Okay, people. Let's spread out along the walls and give the smiths room around the loom to get acquainted with it." He turns to Allory and Jerika. "Whenever you're ready..." Kylee squishes into the wall, making room for the others. Jerika grins across at Allory. "Shall we do a quick intro, or just ask where their hangups are?" Ethelwyn sits near the Smith's being the silent Apprentice type. Allory smiles to Jerika, "A quickie intro would be nice to remind me of all the names of things again, us chemists dont get to play with looms often enough." Jerika's eyebrows rise a bit. "Oh...so I'm going to be the one doing the into. I see." She grins. "Right, then." Tasmin heads in from the hallway. Tasmin comes in late, totally unconcerned. He winks at Kylee and stands near her. Jerika steps towards the loom. "Actually, let's see how much catching we're all going to have to do. You," she points to a random apprentice, then towards the beater on the loom. "What's this called? And what's it do?" Ethelwyn hugs her knees, watching. Whew. Least she doesn't have to name 'em. She just makes 'em. Tasmin frowns. "Uhm, a doohickey? Why do we have to know their names?" Allory gives Tasmin her 'look', "Pardon? You are speaking to a Master crafter young man!" Jerika's eyebrows rise a bit, and there's some sternness to her voice. Though not too much; these aren't her apprentices. "For one, so other weavers know what you're talking about. For two, so you know what to ask us smiths for when you break it!" Tasmin shifts from foot to foot. "Yes, maam. I just don't understand why we have to know their names! Sorry. Didn't mean disrespect." Ethelwyn looks at Taz, 'So if they break you know what to ask us to make you to fix it.' she says, simply. Allory nods, satisfied, "I'm Master Allory, and this is Master Jerika." she glances to Broccal, "Sorry, old habits die hard." Broccal turns to Tasmin, eyes flashing. "Do you know the name of the piece, Tasmin?" Jerika glances aside at Broccal, deferring to him. Broccal shakes his head to Allory, letting her know no apology is needed. "Please excuse his behaviour, Master Allory." Tasmin frowns and shrugs. "No, Broccal. I don't know." Jerika takes over again. "It's a beater. Have you done any loom work? Step closer, those of you who haven't." Ethelwyn has had the dubious pleasure of running down here last turn, and had to fix the small loom. Tasmin takes a cautious step closer. "A beater, huh? " He looks like he expects you'll use it. Kylee steps in a little doubtfully. She half asks, half states, "Isn't that the part used to beat the weft thread down?" Kylee cringes a little after she says this. Jerika tilts the beater backwards, then takes up the shuttle and threads it through the warp, somewhat clumsily. She nods to Kylee. "That's it...watch." She shifts the beater towards her, using it to tap the weft into place. "Keeps the weave from being loose. Loose weaves are useful for some things, but not, say, cloaks. Keeps it even, too." Jecharra ambles in from the hallway. Allory leans back watching Jerika in action. Ethelwyn blinks at Jerika, "A weaving smith?" Jecharra slides in quietly, hoping not to call attention to herself. Kylee nods, watching attentively. Shana strolls in from the hallway. Broccal nods and smiles at Jecharra as she comes in. He beckons her to him. He turns his own attentions back to Jerika Jerika grins over at Wyn. "The basics aren't too hard. It's getting good at it that's the trick." Jerika looks up at Broccal, then. "Right. So was that reasonably clueful?" Shana scampers in, hoping no one notices she's late, sliding in behind a group of apprentices. Broccal grins. "That was quite 'clueful', Jerika. " He turns to the rest of the crowd, looking for confusion on the weavers' faces. Jecharra steps over to Broccal as asked. Jerika nods sharply. "Right. So, another one. Heddles. Where are they on the loom, and what do you do with them?" Shana frowns, peering over. She mutters to herself, "Heddles," but doesn't volunteer to answer. Jerika's gaze sweeps over the gathered apprentices, expectantly. Jecharra's face looks quite blank. Ethelwyn looks at Jerika. She knows WHERE. Not what. Kylee points hesitantly at the pieces of bamboo hanging from the metal bar. Tasmin crosses his arms as though he knows but won't give them the satisfaction of getting an answer out of him. Kylee adds, "Uhmm, do they work as sort of a guide for the warp threads?" Shana turns to look at Kylee, torn between being impressed and grouchy that she knew. Jerika nods to Kylee. "Very good. And they're what forms the pattersn, or part of it, though I'll admit I'm not sure how that works..." She glances aside, at Broccal. Broccal catches Jerika's glance and leaves off monitoring his apprentices. He nods to her and speaks up with his lecture voice. "That's correct, Master Jerika. The pattern is determined by how the warp and weft interact. " He takes off his vest and holds it up for example. Stepping next to the smiths, Broc says, "You see this swirling pattern? That was created by careful manipulatiion of the warp and weft, using the heddles among the other parts." Kylee studies Master Broccal's vest as well as she can from where she's standing. Jerika nods, looking closely at the vest, then the loom. "I see...somewhat, anyway. I'd like to see it done sometime, if that could be arranged." Ethelwyn looks at the vest and the loom. "It loks harderthan.. well Master Tobas's chemistry classes.." Jecharra leans her elbows on her knees in concentration. Her mechanical mind, from the look on her face, seems to be working way over-time. Broccal puts his vest back on and nods. "I don't see why not. If you spend the night, tomorrow, I'd be happy to demonstrate for you." Jerika grins. "In the quest for knowledge, I suppose I could suffer a night at Boll." Ethelwyn looks at Jerika and her eyes ask if she can stay too. Please? Broccal smiles. "After, we could show you the beach." Broc ducks his head and retakes his position. Allory chuckles and nods to Wyn, glancing to Jerika and smiling, "The Hall can do without you for a day or two.. after all you have to check up on me." she winks. Jerika nods slightly to Ethelwyn. Ethelwyn smiles brightly. Sun and beach! Horray! Shana has been shifting behind a tall apprentice when talks about demonstrations begin. When the Apprentice Master mentions the beach, she peeks around the tall apprentice with an audible "oh!" and then, eyes open wide, she retreats behind the tall apprentice once again. Jerika grins at Allory, then returns to her teaching-stance. "Right. So, what we're _really_ here for is to teach you all how to keep your looms working. I haven't had a chance to talk to Broccal about it, so can someone tell me what problems you're having to fix?" Ethelwyn mutters a few things under hre breath. It sounds like she's betting the apps horse around and get things broken. Shana nudges Tasmin, hissing in his ear, "Tell 'em how you knocked it all off warp." Allory watches the proceedings quietly. Jerika waits for an answer, at least one she was meant to hear. Tasmin glares at Shana. He hisses back, perhaps too loudly. "If you hadn't pinched me there, I wouldn't've!" Broccal looks around, noticing the apprentices no more want to answer a smith master than a weaver master. Sighing, he points to the peddle. "Often the peddles stick and we have to re-oil them. Is there soemthing you can do for them?" Shana's eyes open wide. "I did not pinch you," she squeals, forgetting to watch her volume. To emphasize this, she gives the other apprentice a good pinch on his leg. Jecharra glances over her shoulder at the growing ruckus. Kylee gives Shana and Tasmin one of her best older sister you're going to get in trouble if you don't shut up looks. Jerika crouches down by the pedals in question, examining them. "Where's the sticking-point? Between the pedals, or somewhere in the linkage?" Ethelwyn holds up a hand. Quietly. Tasmin smacks Shana's hand. "Watch it, my kilt'll ride up!" he threatens. Jerika nods to Wyn. Shana catches Kylee's look and waits till she's turned away before she scrunches up her face in defiance at her. She pulls back her hand indignantly, snorting, "Yeah, wouldn't you love that,' right back at Tasmin, before she crosses her hands over her chest with indignation. Ethelwyn coughs, "I ah.. Master Webston had me down her last turn, and sometimes the foot pedals get stomped on too hard and the connecttions break. At least, thats what it looked like." Broccal crosses his arms and twists his lower lip as he considers Wyn's statement. He extends a hand, palm up. "that's possible. Sometimes we get into a creative mood and forget to be delicate. Can you strengthen the lines, perhaps?" Jerika frowns slightly. "That could cause the sticking, as well. If they get knocked of a little...and oiling wouldn't fix it for long. I'd say of you check them to be sure they're properly aligned." She nods to Broccal. "We could work on that, as well." Broccal nods. "That sounds fine to me." He looks back at Shana and Tasmin, wondering what's going on back there. Jerika stands back up, and stretches each leg. "Anything else?" Jerika says "The adjustment isn't too hard. Usually. There's knobs down here, it looks like..Encil does know apprentices. If it's broken, though, you'll probably have to call in one of us." Broccal nods sadly, thinking of apprentices making unsupervised adjustments. Shana nudges Tasmin again, whispering, "You gonna tell them about how you adjusted that knob on the left that one time?" Tasmin begins to argue, but then subsides with a shrugs, realizing he's got her sitting next to him. Jerika smiles a bit grimly. "We could also possibly make a locking mechanism for the adjustments, so only the masters could fiddle with it." Broccal brightens, but tries to hide that he doesn't quite trust the apprentices. "Oh, that sounds like a super idea! " He turns and smiles at the assembly. Jerika chuckles softly at Broccal. "Well, is there anything else then?" Varina heads in from the hallway. Varina walks in and stands by the doorway, not just saying anything, just coming in to observe. Broccal smiles and nods as the C2 enters. Jerika nods politely to Varina. Jecharra straightens in her seat. Broccal claps his hands together loudly as he notes the lackluster looks on his apprentices. "Welp! I suppose that's all the questions we have for you, Master Jerika. " Jerika grins, and leans closer to Broccal to whisper to him. Shana straightens up, no longer hiding behind the apprentice. She looks hopeful when she hears Master Broccal's words. Kylee almost stands at attention when the Craftsecond enters, then looks extremely relieved at Master Broccal's words. Broccal listens closely and then winks. He mutters to Jerika. Jerika nods to Broccal, and then steps away. "I'll be around tomorrow as well," she announces, "so if anyone has any other questions, or commissions for the craft..." Broccal looks at Varina, eyebrows lifted in question. Varina shakes her head, indicating she has nothing to ask or say. Then turns her eyes to look over the apprentices briefly. Tasmin smiles sweetly at Varina and waves. Varina narrows her eyes at Tasmin. She glances innocently at the tapestries at the walls. The message to the apprentice should be clear. He does anything to even remotely start to annoy her, he'll be washing tapestries again. Jerika muffles a chuckle at Varina's expression. Shana manages to avoid any eye contact with the Craftsecond, and she sits still, not intending to attract any attention at this point. Not when dismissal seems so imminent. Jecharra stands and looks at Broccal. "Do you have time for that interview? Being an apprentice here is the reason I traveled so far." Kylee stares innocently around, waiting for a dismissal. Broccal turns to the apprentices. "If you can leave orderly, you're dismissed." Shana jumps to her feet before the word "orderly" seeps into her brain. She nearly twitches with impatience as she files out, ungrateful wretch that she is. Before she gets to the door she remembers her manners and turns to chime a noisy, "Thanks!" at the Master Smith. Tasmin jumps up, smooths down his kilt and beats a hasty retreat. Tasmin waves to the smiths and ducks out. Tasmin strides out into the hallway. Jerika grins, calling out a "You're welcome" after the apprentices. Kylee utters a quiet "Thank you" to the smiths, then heads out the door with a sigh of relief. Kylee ambles out into the hallway. Broccal turns to Jecharra. "Certainly, Jecharra. Give me just a moment, please?" Jecharra steps back. "Absolutely." Broccal steps over to Master Varina to quietly confer with her. "Varina, would you mind entertaining Master Jerika and Apprentice Ethelwyn while I interview this young lady?" Shana moves out into the hallway. Flail steps out into the hallway. Jerika smiles. "Actually if you could just show me to a place I could spend the night..." Broccal smiles back at the smith. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. Of course. " Jerika grins. "No, no, quite all right." Varina smiles, nodding to Jerika, "Of course," she agrees. "We're so grateful for you to come here and put up with our disrespectful apprentices." She emphasizes the last two words while she watches the last of them file out. "I'm sure you get more than enough of apprentices at your own Hall." Jerika says "We do...though a few daylong sessions at the bellows usually settles all but the worst of 'em." Broccal says "Jecharra, Master Varina will speak with you while I show Master Jerika to a room." Jecharra nods and looks to Master Varina. "Good evening." She smiles genuinely. Broccal nods to Jerika. "If you'll follow me?" Jerika grins at Broccal. "Lead on." She gives Jecharra an encouraging smile on her way out.