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

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

1) The whys and wherefores of our knot roster choices 
2) Mailing list foo 
3) Encyclopedia foo 
4) RPed Classes - still looking for A Few Good Journeyrankers :) 
5) Mentoring system 
6) OOC Forum - time for anyone who has an issue they'd like to raise, a 
comment to make, etc. 

Varina smiles, "fiona, Iyles, Welcome back." 
Tasmin babbles to an cute apprentice next to him. 
Kenai ambles in through the entrance leading out of the Hall. 
Kenai waves. 
Maarle steps in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Iyles looks up from his intent watching of the basket and smiles, "H'lo, 
  Ma'am." 
Fiona smiles at Master Opa, thne decides to just be nosey and goes over to 
  check out the basket. 
Narai grins up at Iyles, then looks over. A sharp salute finally greets the 
  craftmaster and craftsecond. She repeats, "Igen's duty to the craft." 
Opa smiles around at everyone as she makes her way to her table. As she 
  begins to sit, she catches sight of Kenai, and nods. "Ah...did you finish 
  your errand?" 
Maarle rushes in, trying to force his arm into a sleeve of his tunic, and 
  perform a salute at the masters, as well as trying to slick back his wet 
  hair. He dashes over to sit down at the appy tables. 
Kenai nods and smiles. "Sorry to interrupt our meeting like that..." 
Cleona ambles in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Varina nods to Naria, absently returning the greeting, "And Weaver's to 
  Igen." and she too makes her way to the CraftLeader's table. 
Maarle sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Opa shakes her head. "Not at all...we can continue talking later. In the 
  meantime, you're welcome to join us for dinner? I think we have some 
  spare seats." She seems too distracted by all the weavers coming and 
  going to notice Narai's salute just yet. 
Lirika hurries in and finds herself a seat. 
Cyllan ambles in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Kenai smiles and says "Thank you, I would enjoy that very much." 
Cyllan wanders in quietly and moves over to the apprentice bench. 
Iyles slides into a seat next to Narai with a set expression taht isn't 
  exactly pleased, but determined to sit thru the meeting. 
Tasmin wraps his arm around the comely apprentice beside him and watches 
  the meeting take shape, drooling over dinner, not the young lady. Really! 
Duvetyne strolls in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Opa nods and settles herself down, placing her notes in an out-of-the-way 
  spot on the table in front of her. She looks about the room. 
Duvetyne sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Varina sits down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Kahori strides in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Fiona smiles at Ty as she slides into a spot at the table, "Hiya! It's been 
  a while." 
Maarle finally stuffs his arm through the sleeve of his tunic, and slicks 
  back his unruly, wet hair. He sighs, but he waves to theapprentices he 
  knows. "Hi!" he greets exuberently. 
The arrival of the kitchen staff with steaming trays, Johann in the lead, 
  heralds the beginning of dinner. The succulent odour of broiled fish hits 
  everyone's nostrils. 
Duvetyne smiles, "Yeah, been busy...I guess we both have..." 
You sit down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Kahori enters quietly to find a place out of the way. 
Jorai walks in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Tasmin mmms at the smelle. 
Jorai runs in breathlessly 
Morayne heads in from the kitchen and storage area. 
One of the kitchen women nearly gets run over by Jorai, but manages to keep 
  the fish on her tray. 
Jorai looks chagrined and appologizes profusely, slipping into the nearest 
  Apprentice seat still open. 
Opa takes a deep breath and smiles at the smell, looking beside her to grin 
  at Varina. "Well, I'm hungry." 
Gabrielle walks in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Gabrielle slips in and quietly takes a seat at a staff table. 
Kahori sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Maarle smiles and waves to Kahori. "Hi!" 
Cleona finds her way to her table, and sits down, absently picking off bits 
  of thread from her sleeve. 
Morayne sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Varina nods in agreement, "That smells lovely. He's outdone himself. 
  Againg." 
Duvetyne waves to Jorai, "We haven't started yet..." 
Lirika glances over her shoulder, watching the kitchen staff. 
Tasmin smiles at Rayne broadly. 
Cyllan sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Maarle bounces and waves to Rayne too. "Hihi!" 
Opa nods emphatically. "He and Norbert have been sharing secrets again, I'd 
  wager." 
The servers begin to set the trays down at the various tables, leaving it 
  to those seated to pass everything around and begin. 
Lirika sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Morayne waves cheerily at the other apprentices, after quietly dashing to 
  her seat. 
Jorai waves, decidedly relieved, "Thanks Ty." 
Cyllan sits quietly as normal, nodding to the few she knows. 
Fiona glances over at Narai, still trying to see what's in the basket. 
Opa smiles gratefully as a tray gets set at her table and serves herself 
  some of the fish before passing it on to Varina. 
Narai pulls a fuzzy yellow bundle out of the basket and hands it to Iyles 
  gingerly, as one would an infant. A murmur. 
Varina heaps her plate full then passes on the platter, nodding, "Aye, 
  Norbert's been a great addition, Acacia has said." 
Opa beams, nodding absently as she begins to look out about the chamber to 
  see who's here. "Glad to hear it...certainly he has a knack for sweets." 
Iyles leans to hear Narai as his gaze watches the other weavers, carefully 
  taking the bundle with a nod. He smiles over at Narai, then down at the 
  bundle, settling back more comfortable. 
Fiona absently passes trays as she watches this fuzzy thing being passed. 
  Could it be? Naw. 
Maarle's ears pick up. "Sweet?" he shouts. "Where?!" he asks, glancing 
  around the whole hall. 
Lirika looks down the table, waiting for the trays to get passed along. 
Tasmin stops drooling over his new friend long enough to drool over dinner. 
Gabrielle calls over to Mrl, is a much softer voice, "I made cookies for 
  later, bro." 
Opa startles a bit at the apprentice, and shoots him a faintly annoyed (but 
  not terribly serious about it) glance. 
Jorai frowns at all the chatter, rubbing her temple with one hand. 
Maarle flashes a grateful smile to Gab, "Thanks sis. If they're anything 
  like your rolls," he catches the glance, his next words dying very 
  quickly as he looks down at the tabletop. 
Morayne giggles, watching the responses that Mrl generated. She leans over 
  to no one in particular, and whispers, "What's for dinner?" 
Uma slips in quietly, taking a seat in an unobtrusive corner as she waves 
  lightly to friendly faces. 
Tasmin points and whispers to Rayne the utterly tasty detials. 
Varina glances up then whipsers to Opa, gesturing towards the arriving 
  harper with a pleased look. 
Opa raises her voice, hopefully enough to be heard over all the chatter, 
  and says "Good evening everyone...glad to see so many people tonight..." 
  She pauses to look over at Varina, then grinning and waving to the harper 
  as she follows her craftsecond's gesture. 
Gabrielle smiles at Maarle before slipping back into the kitchen to check 
  on desert. 
Gabrielle ambles into the kitchen. 
Morayne listens carefully, and oohs at the scrumptious descriptions. 
Johann nods and sends one of the drudges to the kitchen. The drudge returns 
  and sets down a fish dinner in front of Duvetyne. 
Johann smiles, "Enjoy!" 
Cleona smiles, toying absently with her fish as she lets her gaze wander 
  around the room. 
Lirika finishes serving herself and passes the tray along. 
Cyllan leans over and grabs food. She's not sure what it is but then Cyllan 
  is never worried over things as mudane as food. Cloth yes, life no. She 
  piles up her plate and digs in like a hungry porcine 
Opa grins and nods, echoing Johann's sentiment. "Everyone do please start!" 
Johann nods and sends one of the drudges to the kitchen. The drudge returns 
  and sets down a fish dinner in front of Maarle. 
Johann smiles, "Enjoy!" 
A giggly young serving drudge pours a glass of iced tea and hands it to 
  Maarle with a smile. 
Johann nods to Duvetyne and pours some wine from one of the wine casks. He 
  hands a glass of Benden white to Duvetyne and smiles at her before 
  turning back to his work. 
Maarle sighs happily and follows M. Opa's words like a good appy, and digs 
  into his fish, pausing long enough to sip his tea. 
Uma returns the waves to Varina and Opa, a please expression cascading 
  across her features. 
Tasmin doesn't pause, and immediately consumes his meal in what's almost a 
  flash. Must be the kilt. 
Fiona shoves the fish around on her plate less than enthusiastically, then 
  turns to chatter with the person next to her. 
Johann nods and sends one of the drudges to the kitchen. The drudge returns 
  and sets down a fish dinner in front of Kenai. 
Johann smiles, "Enjoy!" 
Morayne oohs happily as she tastes the first bite of her meal, occasionally 
  glancing the Masters' way to make sure nothing's up yet. 
Kenai eyes her meal in delight and digd in ravenously. 
Iyles shifts the bundle against one arm, glancing around and idly listening 
  to various b its of chatter around him, reaching for a mug of juice to 
  sip at. 
Opa looks about, speaking to the room at large in between bites. "It's 
  wonderful to see so many of you here...seems our travelling harper, Uma, 
  has even been able to come." Her glance goes over to where the harper is 
  sitting. 
Tasmin gets a second helping. (maybe its chasing all the girls?) 
Maarle sighs again, having shoveled in the food and cleaned his plate. His 
  tea however remains half full, but he snatches a roll and spreads some 
  jam on it, leaning back and watching the Master's tables. 
Uma chuckles and nods in response to Opa's comment as she snags a mug of 
  ale from a passing drudge, "Just managed to talk J'bal and Emmith into 
  getting me over here from Fort a day early." She grins appreciatively at 
  the wonderful spread and company, "Was a wise thing to do, I think." 
Opa smiles again as she catches sight of Narai, and nods belated greetings 
  to her. "And an Igen rider too, no less. Our duty, rider. I'll have to 
  catch up with you on news of your Weyr later on." 
Varina cranes her neck to peek over at her daughter sitting at another 
  table with a few of her friends and one of the teenaged residents who is 
  watching them. She gives a satisfied nod then returns her attention to 
  the meal and to Opa's words. 
Johann smiles slightly and give Kenai a mug of steaming klah, then pours 
  one for himself. 
Narai blushes. She's been spotted. "Igen's duty as well." 
Opa looks back at Uma's comment and smiles. "Lucky for us...I hope Haldi 
  can manage to do the same this evening." 
Iyles smiles over at Narai quietlike before looking back towards the rest 
  of the hall. 
Cyllan ignores her surroundings her fragile concentration for once focussed 
  on food. 
Tasmin peers up from his third helping. Then again, it could be the 
  water... 
Fiona turns her attention to the girl on her other side, catching up with 
  hall gossip. Every once in a while, she glances at a perticular person as 
  extra juicy news is imparted. 
Opa nods in Kenai's direction as well. "And of course, others who have 
  joined us for dinner this evening." 
Maarle finishes off his roll, and decides to attack a second helping of 
  food. He motions for a drudge to give him another, and once it arrives, 
  it begins disappearing nearly as fast as the first. 
Iyles sets his juice aside as the bundle in his arms starts to wriggle a 
  little, leaning to murmur something to it..and after a moment it grows 
  still again. 
Kenai smiles with a mouth full of fish. 
Narai frowns and leans over Iyles' arm, voice down to a whisper yet again. 
Lirika takes a few bites of her fish, then spots a basket of rolls and 
  grabs one. 
Opa looks appraisingly at the lack of empty seats at all the tables. 
  "Actually, we've acquired a number of new folk since we last met like 
  this, at Fort Weyr..." She looks around. "Is Gabrielle here, or has she 
  gone back into the kitchen?" 
Tasmin smiles at Deresh, waving her over. 
Uma smiles and tips her mug in a quiet toast in Cleona's direction before 
  settling back in her chair and turning her attention toward Opa once 
  more. 
Varina peers around, trying to help spot Gabrielle in the crowd, then 
  shakes her head. 
Cleona smiles at the harper, wiggling her fingers in a tiny wave. 
Morayne scoops another large spoonful into her mouth, raising an eyebrow as 
  she notes Mrl's sudden increase of appetite. 
Gabrielle walks in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Acacia wanders in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Gabrielle pops in quickly bearing a tray full of more fresh rolls from the 
  kitchen. No, she didn't make them. 
Maarle sighs, finishing off yet another plate, and decides he's done, just 
  calmly sipping his tea, sitting back, yet giving Rayne a wink. 
Opa grins as the very person arrives. "Oh here, she is...and Acacia too. 
  Everyone, this is Gabrielle, one of our new kitchen staff, and Acacia, 
  who has, as I'm sure you all know, come to be our new headwoman." 
Maarle grins and stands up. "My sister too!" he announces, sitting back 
  down. 
Acacia walks in after Gabrielle, almost shooing her in, and then looks up 
  as her name is mentioned, "Hmm? Oh." 
Uma beams happily for Acacia and Gabrielle, eyeing the two women with warm 
  curiosity from behind her mug. 
Gabrielle almost drops the tray as she tries to wave. She succeeds in 
  burning a finger as she gets shooed. 
Tasmin smiles at Gabby. 
Opa winces at another of Maarle's loudnesses, and looks up a moment at the 
  ceiling before nodding. "Yes, and Maarle's sister, come from Boll. Also 
  recently arrived as part of Acacia's staff are Brandisa and Hana...who I 
  suppose are still in the kitchen...and of course our new assistant baker 
  Norbert, who's definitely still in the kitchen." 
Gabrielle looks back over her shoulder at the comment and nods, "He sent 
  these rolls, and he's watching to make sure my cookies don't burn, 
  either." Having said that, she slips onto a seat and blends into the 
  wall. 
Maarle grins and remains uncommonly quiet. 
Acacia half-scampers over to just the right seat and sits down quietly. 
Opa turns to Varina and smiles. "And of course, Varina's come back from 
  High Reaches Hold, with her daughter Jaiya." 
Varina nods with a smile, and gestures over to her daughter in the back of 
  the room. Jaiya, however, is far too busy eating and giggling with a 
  friend to notice. 
Uma swipes a couple radishes from a vegetable tray and leans back in her 
  chair again, nodding as Opa mentions Varina's return. She peers across 
  the huge room, trying to catch a glimpse of the aforementioned Little. 
Fiona pushes the fish around on her plate for a while longer. With a 
  wrinkled nose and a sigh, she shoves the plate away and grabs a roll from 
  a passing basket. 
Jaiya finally looks up when the older resident nudges her. She makes a 
  puzzled frown at all the folks looking her way then giggles and waves. 
Morayne scrapes her plate clean, and munches, looking about the room. 
Deresh grabs herself some bread and starts pulling it apart. 
Opa chuckles at Jaiya, then turns her attention to the apprentice tables, 
  missing seeing Fiona push her meal away. "We also have some new weavers 
  among us...Lirika and Tasmin have joined us...and Kenai over there has 
  come from Far Cry to apply to our craft, as well...although I haven't had 
  a chance to finish discussing that with her yet." 
Maarle sits back, relaxing and floats upon the conversation. 
Acacia looks over at Jaiya with a big big grin on her face before 
  straightening herself up again and listening. 
Kenai looks up quickly at the sound of her name and glances around. 
Tasmin smiles broadly, winking at all the cute people :) 
Uma grins as she catches sight of the little girl, then turns her attention 
  back to Opa. 
Varina beams at her daughter, that maternal little smile that she can't 
  help. The smile turns to a frown when she spots her daughter putting all 
  her fish on another kiddo's plate. With a sigh, she returns her attention 
  to the matters at hand. 
Cyllan flicks her hair out of her eyes, oh yes, Master Opa's voice, pay 
  attention girl. She nods a greeting to the new apprentices. 
Lirika blinks as she hears her name mentioned and glances up. 
Deresh chomps on her bread, mmmming. Fresh. 
Opa tries her best to stop from laughing at Jaiya's antics as she continues 
  to address the room. "Since he joined, Tasmin's been promoted to full 
  apprentice, and we've also had some promotions to senior apprentice - 
  Deresh, Kahori, and Maarle." 
Maarle grins and waves, accidentaly losing a roll that just flys out of his 
  hands. "oops," he mutters. 
Deresh ducks and smiles softly into her bread. 
Gabrielle absently sucks at her burned finger as she looks around the room. 
  She grins at Maarle and offers to toss him another. 
Lirika glances about through the crowd, trying to spot all the people 
  mentioned. 
Haldi wanders in from the inner courtyard. 
Maarle shakes his head negatively, and blushes a little, hiding into his 
  clothes. 
Haldi comes running in with red cheeks and a bright grin on her face. 

Weavers> Iyles gotta go now. Have a nice evening. 

Narai looks after Iyles and darts out. 
Narai strolls through the large doorway to the north and outside the 
  Weavercrafthall. 
Opa ducks to escape the flying roll, and straightens up to notice Haldi's 
  entrance. She looks pleased and waves. 
Kenai stands up and wanders off with her empty plate. 
Kenai steps into the kitchen. 
Haldi skids to a stop and turns to watch Iyles and the rider leave, "Uh..." 
  Shruggin she turns and waves a cheery hello to everyon, "Hiya. sorry I'm 
  late." 
Fiona looks up as Haldi enters and a broad smile crosses her face. She 
  shoves at the jman sitting next to her and makes room waving excitedly. 
Maarle looks absolutely mortified as the roll nearly hits Mdl Opa. ;) He 
  definitely begins making as small and as least obvious a shape as 
  possible, ears tinged with a flush. 
Tasmin grins at Deresh. 
Uma grins as she notices Haldi, then ducks a little guiltily. 
Opa chuckles, waving Haldi to one of the journeyrank tables. "And here's 
  Haldi...just come from her posting in the Fort region, to which she's 
  been newly assigned. Some others have been posted, too...Fiona there to 
  the northwest of the continent, and Duve 
tyne to the Benden Area." 
Haldi beams a smile to Master Opa as she scurries toward Fiona and plops 
  into her seaat, shoving the other journeyranker nearly off the bench. She 
  tosses her jacket to the floor and beams. 
Opa says "And, as I'm sure you all know, one of our students, Tuvia, has 
  left us to be an assistant steward at Tillek Hold." 
Fiona gives Haldi an quick hug before pulling her close to hurriedly catch 
  up in a whisper. 
Varina nods at each of the journeyranks in turn as Opa names them. 
Duvetyne smiles and nods as her name is mentioned. 
Gabrielle sniffs at the air and suddenly jumps up to run into the kitchen. 
Morayne smiles as people are named, but her gaze drifts over to the basket 
  of fresh rolls. Giving in to temptation, she takes one, and munches 
  happily while watching the proceedings. 
Gabrielle ambles into the kitchen. 
Opa then frowns a bit, looking about the room and then sighing with a 
  resigned expression. "Well, it seems that all those up for promotion seem 
  to be off on other errands this evening, however...if we can't have the 
  excitement of that, perhaps some of the weavers have some of their work 
  they'd like to show to everyone?" 
Jorai wakes up with a start, looking around sheepishly as she takes another 
  bite of a roll. 
Maarle continues to hide in his clothing, ducking under the level of the 
  tabletop. 

Weavers> Opa says, "OOCly, page me to get on the 'show and tell' queue, if 
  you're keen. :)" 

Opa smiles as both Cyllan and Fiona perk up, and points to the apprentice 
  first. "Cyllan, do you have something?" 
Uma sits up eagerly, glancing about the huge room for the first volunteers 
  to show their work. 
Cyllan shuffles under the table and finally pulls out a dress. 
Fiona digs around in a bag next to her while she waits. 

Weavers> Deresh says, "Does it have to be a created object, Opa?" 
Weavers> Opa says, "Oh, heck no...doesn't have to be a description if all 
  you want to do is RP. :)" 

Uma peers, alert, an appreciative whistle emitting from her lips as she 
  spies the dress Cyllan has pulled out. 

Weavers> Opa says, "Although my impression is that people are keen to see 
  the sorts of stuff everyone else writes." 

Morayne nibbles on the roll, and sits up to examine Cyllan's creation 
  better. 

Cyllan carefully holds up the dress, gently shaking out any creases that 
  may have formed and adjusting its folds to display it properly. 

This is a dress of simple brocade, well-tailored to snugly fit the wearer's 
figure, but bare of ornamentation and embellishment. Its colour is a deep 
lustrous blue, the colour of a clear sky at summer's zenith. Its azure 
folds are framed by a simple round neckline and long sleeves that fall 
loose at the wrists. Cobalt blue folds embrace the bodice, moving down 
over the hipline to spill into a bell-shaped hemline, lending the 
impression of constant motion. Over this an open shift of near 
translucent sisal hangs--elaborately painted to show a relief of a 
northern forest. The sides are dominated by tall skybroom trees, their 
dense-browns towering to tufted crowns of bushy needles--and oak trees, 
their lobed leaves picked out in painstaking detail. Lying over one 
shoulder, illuminating the forest, is Rukbat's fiery globe, giving the 
illusion that it sits in the perfect summer sky of the dress that lies 
underneath. Over the other shoulder, a band of wild firelizards 
cavort--their silken hides depicted in meadow-greens, indigo-blues and 
needlethorn-browns. The lower part of the shift takes on the appearance 
of a grass covered hill--which seems to shift in the caress of a summer 
breeze--as the underskirts swirl in symphonic harmonies. 

Maarle whispers to a nearby apprentice in a hushed whisper. "Hey...pass me 
  a roll will ya?" 
Morayne wordlessly nudges the entire basket towards Mrl. 
Opa smiles at the sight of the dress, nodding as if she recognizes it. 
Fiona looks closely at the dress, then sits back with a sigh. She smiles 
  over at Cyllan, "Nice work, as usual." 
Maarle darts out a hand to snatch the roll. Idly, he whispers to the same 
  apprentice. "She's really good, isn't she." 
Deresh smiles and nods, admiring the dress. 
Opa speaks up. "I don't think you mentioned whether this was a commissioned 
  item, Cyllan?" 
Uma eyes the dress for a long moment, then gives its designer a speculative 
  look as she finger her own faded tunic. 
Lirika twists around in her seat to get a better look at the dress and 
  smiles. 
Tasmin grins, glancing over the dress. 
Cyllan shakes her head. "No, Master Opa. It was an experiment and" she 
  grins sheepishly, "I'm still waiting for that promised visit to Benden to 
  see those bed drapes." 
Varina looks over the dress appreciatively, then murmers to Opa, "My, 
  that's quite the detail." 
Morayne leans over to whisper in Mrl's ear. She mutters to Maarle, "I bet 
  Taz's... the girl... inside..." 
Opa tilts her head to one side, squinting a bit as she looks the dress 
  over. She nods at Varina's murmur to her. "Indeed. You do seem to have 
  the knack for design, Cyllan. You should be able to sell this quite 
  easily, if you've a mind." 
Gabrielle steps in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Cyllan nods. "Perhaps" she adds quietly. "I don't get out much though." 
Gabrielle leads several drudges out of the kitchen and begins helping them 
  to clear tables of dirty dishes. 
Jorai grins slightly, "Nah, keep it to wear, you'll sell more when people 
  see you wearing it." 
Maarle chuckles lihgtly, poking out a head from his tunic. He mutters to 
  Morayne, "most... that be?" he grins. 
Opa chuckles. "We could put it in the display tent, surely...or, as Jorai 
  suggests, a wear or two out in public would attract attention. And 
  perhaps you would be able to travel back to Benden with Duvetyne, now the 
  snows have cleared." 
Duvetyne smiles, "It owuld be nice to have someone to travel with..." 
Cyllan nods. "I'd like to go to Benden, ma'am, if its not too much 
  trouble." She looks over at Jorai and shakes her head. "I could never 
  wear something like that!" 
Opa looks pleased at Duvetyne, nodding, then looking back to Cyllan. "Well, 
  maybe our harper could model it, if it fits..." 
Uma rises from her chair at the suggestion, actually taking two full steps 
  toward the dr..er, Cyllan, before flushing, then grinning 
  self-consciously, "Oh, my." She waves a hand in abnegation and backtracks 
  toward her seat, "That's far too fine a garb for a journeyman, Opa." She 
  smiles to Cyllan. "It is lovely, though," she adds, a little wistfull. 
Opa chuckles. "Oh, I saw you finger your tunic...that's a harper's hint if 
  ever I saw it." She leans back in her seat. "Well, Cyllan, it is 
  lovely...do let me know what becomes of it." 
Fiona absently passes her plate to a passing drudge as she continues to 
  inspect the dress. 

Weavers> Jorai is sure we must have some sort of dye you could use for 
  rouge ;) 

Cyllan carefully rolls up the dress and reseats herself. 

Weavers> Opa grins. Yeah, but it'd be permanent, no? 
Weavers> Maarle directs you to Haldi. 

Opa smiles, nodding, and looking expectantly at one of the journeyrankers. 
  "Fiona, did you have something as well?" 

Weavers> Morayne ah hahs... get flour from the kitchen... dye the flour. ;) 

Fiona pulls her gaze away from the dress and nods cheerfully at Master Opa, 
  "Nothing so lovely, but I think it's cute." 

Weavers> Jorai starts a new line in the Weaver Hall, cosmetics! 

dragonette has arrived. 
Fiona lays down a toy, making sure that it stays upright. 

This whimsical toy looks as though it were made as an afterthought from the 
scrap pile. The dragon's hide is made up from a patchwork of green 
fabrics, all stitched together to create a mosaic effect. No one shade 
dominates, and from a distance it looks as though the greens are swirling 
together in a blend of all shades. The eyes are pieced from tiny scraps 
of subtly shaded blue fabrics, carefully stitched into a pinwheel, which 
gives the effect of slow happy whirling. As a final touch, the creator 
has dressed the toy in a little jacket, made from brightly colored scraps 
left over from many different outfits. 
You can type 'toy help' to see the commands available. 

Weavers> Maarle starts the CosmeticsCraft Hall. 

Uma chuckles at the MasterWeaver's comment, making a conscious effort to 
  get her hands away from her dress. Which is pretty easy, actually; she 
  grabs up another full mug of ale and takes a draught. Her eyes come to 
  rest once more on that dress of Cyllan's, though. 
Gabrielle walks into the kitchen. 
Jorai awwwws! 
Opa leans forward to see better. 
Jorai does her FL hatching impression ;) 

Weavers> Fiona says, "The toy is unlocked if anyone wants to pick it up and 
  try it. :)" 

Uma's eyes slip over to eye Fiona's proffered toy, and she smiles. 

Weavers> Jorai says, "What's it do, bite? :)" 
Weavers> Fiona pushes, "Try it." :) 
Weavers> Maarle doesn't trust you. :) 
Weavers> Fiona rolls her eyes, "It's Opa's code. It's cute. Taz will you 
  since you've already seen it?" 

Haldi giggles and beams at her friend's creation. 
dragonette has left. 
Tasmin picks up the toy, smiling as his fingers feel its softness. 
Tasmin snugs his toy in a warm cuddle. 
Tasmin smiles, "Aww! Its cuddly!" 
Opa grins as Tasmin picks it up and she can see it's a wee dragon. "Oh 
  Fiona, that's really sweet." 
Cleona smiles to herself, sitting back in her chair. Her eyes are calm, 
  interested in the items being displayed. 
Fiona smiles broadly as /someone/ checks it out. She blushes slightly, 
  "Isn't it though?" 

Weavers> Uma sighs and, regretfully, has to get to bed :( 6am comes early. 
  I do apologize. "This was tremendous fun, though!" 
Weavers> Fiona has adapted Opa's baby blanket into the toy. Not quite done 
  with it, but when I am, y'all are free to parent to it. 
Morayne grins, and declares, "That is too cute, Fi." 
Opa's mouth quirks as Tasmin continues to cuddle the thing. "Is it for 
  anyone, Fiona?" 
Tasmin smiles, "I snuggle /lots/ of cute things." and winks at a few 
  Certain people :) 
dragonette has arrived. 
Tasmin lays down a toy, making sure that it stays upright. 
dragonette has left. 
Jorai picks up the toy, smiling as her fingers feel its softness. 
Jorai grabs it next, "I need a snuggle too." 
Tasmin smiles at Jorai, "If it doesn't work, I'd be happy to oblige." 
Fiona shrugs, "This one isn't. I made another similar one for a harper 
  friend." She laughs as it gets passed around the room. 
Jorai takes a firm hold of her toy and hugs it close. 
Uma grins at the toy, then, with another patently covetous look at Cyllan's 
  dress, slips quietly from the room. 
Jorai oohs! "She's wonderful!" 
Opa looks on with amusement. "I was about to ask if there were any children 
  who were wanting it, but it seems to be popular with full-grown 
  weavers..." 
Maarle mutters to Morayne, "... should start... positively..." 
Uma heads out to the south, into the inner courtyard. 
Jorai's eyes twinkle with excitement, "I have some gold scraps left from 
  one of my orders, could you make me one?" 
Haldi giggles and grins at Jorai, "Your own little gold." 
Fiona nods, "Sure I could. They're real easy." 
Acacia giggles to herself, picturing all the weavers running around the 
  hall snuggling their own lil' stuffed toys. 
Jorai beams and releases the green so someone else can enjoy her. 
dragonette has arrived. 
Jorai lays down a toy, making sure that it stays upright. 
Tasmin sits by Jorai, smiling. 
Varina chuckles, and points at the table where her own daughter is busily 
  occupied playing with spoons, aand still hasn't noticed the toy. "Aye, 
  seems this has more appeal to the older set." 
Opa grins. "Looks like it's a real success, Fiona...although perhaps not 
  with the intended people. Was that all? I think Deresh had something to 
  show us, too?" 
Fiona plops back in her seat, watching as the dragonette makes the rounds 
  of the room. Just like a real green would. 
Deresh nods an dpulls oput a carefully floded dress from her bag. "My 
  sister's wedding dress." 
Opa smiles and leans back to watch. 
Morayne leans over to Mrl, "You know, that might be easy enough for a 
  required apprentice project." 
Maarle whispers back. "A wedding dress?" he scoffs. "I doubt so many would 
  get married as to demand so many dresses." 
Morayne rolls her eyes, and laughs softly, "Not the dress, Fiona's 
  dragonette." 

Of bright orange-red, this wedding dress will make a stunning contrats with 
the bride's pale skin and her white-blonde hair. The main body of the 
dress is made from fine linen, fitted and tucked in the bodice, flaring 
to an ankle length skirt that falls to make a small swirl about her 
ankles. However, as she turns, the red lace that makes the long sleeves 
and the collar also makes a stunning panel at the back. In a slowly 
tapering V, her back is bared beneath a lace panel that is set from her 
shoulders until it ends in a point, low on her hips. The same panel 
reaches up to form a tight fitting collar that covers her neck, front and 
back, up to her chin. Dividing the back panel is a row of many tiny 
buttons, closely spaced. The V and neck is surrounded by delicate 
intertwining vines, embroidered in the same red as the dress material, so 
that they are only visible in certain lights. 

Maarle laughs a little, a relieved phew comes from him. "Oh, yeah, they're 
  cute, aren't they." 
Morayne noddles, and waits for her turn to see the little toy. 
Haldi ooohs, "Pretty." 
Fiona sits forward to look closer at the dress, "That's truely beautiful, 
  Derry. And in the traditional red, too." 
Jorai sighs as she eyes the dress, "If only..." 
Opa smiles, a sigh of her own on her lips as she nods. "Is the wedding 
  soon, Deresh?" 
Deresh grins, "Angwidd has no iea .. about what she wants. So Zanyr said 
  traditional ..." 
Deresh looks over to Opa and nods, "Next month, I think. Zan has finally 
  made the ring." She grins. 
Opa chuckles, nodding. "Made it well in advance, then. Always safe." 
Haldi giggles, "Unless the bride gains alot of weight. My sister Mona did 
  that and had to have a whole new dress made.' 
Deresh smiles, "Well ... there's been some stuff going on at the MineCraft 
  Hall. The date got changed, for some reason ..." 
Opa's eyes widen at the possibility Haldi brings up. "Well, one can always 
  hope that won't happen. I'm sure, though, that it will fit your sister 
  beautifully, Deresh." 
Deresh grins and sits down, carefully folding the dress up again. 
Opa nods, looking about. "And last...I think Tasmin had something?" 
Tasmin grins, "There's actually a story that goes along with this; and 
  since its show AND TELL, I thought I might share it, Master Opa?" 
Opa stretches out a hand generously. "By all means..." 

Weavers> Deresh sighs. Gotta run, catch you later ... :) 

Fiona finds a cup of klah and sits back for this one. 
Deresh quietly slips out the door, having a commission to deliver ... 
Deresh strolls through the large doorway to the north and outside the 
  Weavercrafthall. 
Varina watches the apprentice-in-a-kilt curiously, waiting for the story. 
Tasmin leaps up on the table, abruptly, "I'm sure everyone can see I'm 
  partial to kilts." He steps around someone's dinner, "And this very kilt 
  caught the eye of a Smith at the last Gather I as at...well, perhaps she 
  wanted to find out about what was under it, but that's beside the point. 
  Seeing none in stock, I designed my own and delivered it to her. Its, 
  like mine, isn't as much decorative as it is functional. I think you'll 
  agree this is a nice enough item. I'm on a personal crusade to get one to 
  *everyone* on Pern." And, bending ovr the table, he pulls up his own 
  version of the kilt ." 

Tasmin waves the kilt: The simplicity of this beautifully tailored 
light-tan blouse, warm yet comfortable-looking, offsets the beautiful 
complexity of the kilt below. A navy and green pattern splendidly dyed 
into the thick, warm, wool ends at knee-level. Paired with dancing shoes, 
it makes a perfect gather outfit, yet is durible enough for daily wear. 

Tasmin climbs down off the table and leans up against Jorai with a grin. 
Opa shoots a quick glance at Acacia to see how she'll react to an 
  apprentice standing on one of her clean tables. 
Maarle muffles a laugh, as he ducks under the tabletop again. 
Fiona watches Tasmin, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. She manages an 
  appreciative nod at the fine work of the kilt. 
Gabrielle strides in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Haldi giggles as she watches. 
Morayne eyes the kilt, caught halfway between laughing and a cool collected 
  approval of the quality of the work. 
Gabrielle pops back out of the kitchen long enough to see Tasmin doing a 
  dance on the table, then ducks back in. 
Gabrielle strolls into the kitchen. 
Jorai blinks at the Apprentice. 

Weavers> Tasmin bows : ) 

Opa looks back over to Tasmin and tries to be objective. "Yes...very good 
  quality work...seems well-made..." 
Opa speaks in a rather faint tone, as if stunned or trying not to show 
  amusement, or both. 
Jorai nods, "Looks much like the one I did that's already in the tent, 
  Tasmin." 
Tasmin blinks, "Oh? I didn't see that one." 
Varina leans back, raising an eyebrow at the flambouyant display, cringing 
  at the look on the face of the drudge who polished that exact table. 
Jorai nods, "I'd done one for a boy at Benden Weyr...he's impressed now, so 
  Ty told me. Then one for a Steward at High Reaches. Decided if they were 
  that popular I'd put them in the tent." 
Tasmin hrms, "Well, my design is more intended for ladies." 
Jorai chuckles, "A kilt is a kilt. Gives men an excuse to show of their 
  knees." 
Opa nods. "A new twist on a previous design. Maybe some women would like 
  full-length versions?" 
Fiona mutters under her breath, "Or other body parts as the case may be." 
Maarle seems to have recovered from his laughing fit as his face once again 
  rests on the tabletop. 
Morayne has a rather incredulous look on her face and she bluntly comments. 
  "Those knees aren't always so cute." 

Weavers> Opa says, "Okay...I'm going to cut Tasmin off and forge ahead with 
  our OOC portion as quickly as possible, if there aren't any objections. 
  :)" 
Weavers> Maarle says, "butbutbut...sure. :)" 

Gabrielle ambles in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Opa grins. Otay, OOC time. And boy am I going to zoom. :) 
Jorai grins at Morayne, "I never cared overmuch for men anyway." 
Gabrielle hurriedly delivers cookies before things go ooc. :) 
Haldi has no objections :) 

Weavers> Morayne watches Opa zooom. Go girl! 
Weavers> Tasmin says, "Go ahead! I'll show off my .. er.. legs later." 

Opa says "First off, I've been out of the loop a bit lately what with 
  academic foo and flu foo and whatnot, so forgive if I've been out of the 
  swing of things. :) Meanwhile, I hope everyone's been active. ;)" 
Maarle says "I resent that! ;)" 
Maarle erms...sorry. 
Opa says "First OOC thing is our knot roster choices...I've had a couple of 
  people ask me why I've made certain choices for our various rosters, so I 
  thought I should explain so everyone knows." 
Ninali moves in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Morayne noddles and listens intently. 
Opa says "The roster which you see when you type '+rwho wvr' is the only 
  one that's available to everyone on the MUSH, including non-weavertype 
  people. So, I wanted to make very sure that *that* roster contained 
  information which was relevant to non-weavertype people. Such as rank, 
  posting, etc. etc., and not project or whether they're quiet on the knot 
  or things like that." 
Opa says "Tasmin has suggested that the 'status' key might be better 
  replaced by something more useful, like location, but my take on the 
  status key is that it's settable by the individual at any time...and if 
  you want to let non-weavertype people who are looking at the weaver knot 
  know something about your 'status,' the status key is the way to go. On 
  the other hand, if the general consensus is location instead of status, 
  I'd be happy to make the change." 

Weavers> Acacia baps her connection and wonders if she's too late to repose 
  her response to tasmin's table top escapade? 
Weavers> Acacia dohs! 

Opa hopes that made some semblance of sense? 
Tasmin wonders if he can comment? 

Weavers> Opa hugs. You can chew him out later. :) 

Fiona would prefer location, and would also like whether people are quiet 
  on there, too. 
Morayne has oft wondered /where/ everyone is. 
Jorai likes the status :) 
Opa says "Well then, why don't people use the 'wwho' roster?" 
Haldi has it coded onto her self to get +roster/wvr wwho with just a few 
  letters, so I get location no prob. 
Jorai does! 
Fiona uses +roster/wvr wwho in her aconnect, but that's a lot of typing 
  normally. :) 
Ninali has never heard of the 'wwho' roster... 
Maarle does, but it's so hard typing out another w. ;) 
Morayne guesses she's too used to +rwho/<knot> 
Opa says "The information about quietness and location is available on 
  other rosters...the reason I haven't put them on the +rwho roster 
  specifically is that they're not relevant to non-weaverpeople, who can 
  only access the +rwho roster." 
Tasmin says "I think actually, looking at STATUS, does anyone put 
  informatio nthat's USEFUL to anyone in it?" 
Morayne says "You do have a point, tho, Opa." 
Tasmin says "Its basically silliness... location would help non-weavers 
  find weavers when they need them." 
Opa grins at Ninali. '+lhelp rosters' 
Opa puts when she's interviewing, and that kind of thing. Anyone else? Do 
  people think location is more useful to non-weaverpeople than status? 
Varina says "if it's too much to type, fiona, then make a little tf macro 
  for it. any one who has tf can do that." 
Opa seconds that. I have a tf macro both for the +rwho and the wwho roster. 
Jorai says "Location also takes up more space, it wouldn't be as simple as 
  switching Status with Location" 
Haldi thinks that location would be better. I know I like looking at other 
  knots and seeing where people might be. No use going to a craft hall if 
  the only people online are all posted elsewhere and not at the hall :) 
Tasmin says "I think we could probably trim 1 from Position and 2 from 
  Posting accomplish it." 
Opa would probably be able to swing it, though. 
Jorai nods, just knows it's a pain (for her personally)_ any time she tries 
  to switch things around 
Opa grins at Jorai. I hear ya. 
Jorai isn't the code woman Opa is ;) 

Weavers> Maarle says, "Well, I'm off, g'night everyone." 

Opa pshaws. :) Okay, there are some good points for having location instead 
  of status. I'll see what I can do with the rearranging, and post to the 
  bboard if the changes are able to be made. 
Maarle stands and leaves the Apprentice Tables. 
Maarle heads through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing. 
Tasmin smiles, "Good." and jumps back into Jorai's lap. :*) 
Ninali missed something... 
Opa says "Alrightee...mailing list...there have been some weird things 
  going on with our email mailing list, which as I understand it, have to 
  do with the server getting new software. Varina, can you update us on 
  what's going on with our mailing list, and how functional it is?" 
Opa can catch you up on things via page, Ninali? 
Jorai pushes the beligerent male into the floor 
Ninali didn't know we had a mailing list either... Somehow I seem to have 
  missed QUITE a bit... and yes, I'd appreciate being caught up on things 
  via page. :) 
Jorai ohs, we're OOC aren't we? ;) 
Tasmin licks the floor clean, then. 
dragonette has left. 
Fiona picks up the toy, smiling as her fingers feel its softness. 
Opa grins. And then, Varina, if you want to do your plug about the fashion 
  show. :) 
Varina says "right. the mailing list software was recently changed. 
  apparently the new software is much easier to administer for the system, 
  but it's a headache for the list admins, seeing as the documentation is 
  not only unclear, but absolutely wrong. The mailing list does work, 
  things sent to the list will be distributed. I'm still coming up to speed 
  on the rest of the admin-type stuff, like subscribing. I think I have the 
  subscription process about figured out, so I'll be letting you know 
  shortly if that's availiable." 
Varina says "all that is to say you can keep discussing things on the list, 
  and if you want to subscribe or unsubscribe, talk to me personally 
  instead of using th einfo in the +lhelp." 
Jorai gasps, unsibscribe?? ;) 
Tasmin says "If you need an alternate site if something goes wrong, I'm on 
  call :)" 
Jorai hrms. Spells that orrectly. 
Opa laughs. Well, we can hope no one here wants to unsubscribe. :) 
Jorai gives up 
Opa sends Jorai hugs. 
Pai is owned by Pai 
Jorai hees :) 
Varina oohs at tasmin. we may consider that. :) i'm still waiting for 
  xmission to assemble a comprehensive set of directions. 
Tasmin finally bucked down and put on MajorDomo for his mush's lists.. 
Opa nodnods. We'll definitely keep that in mind, thanks, Tasmin. 
Varina says "Okay! And the fashion show. You may all know by now that High 
  reaches Hold is holding a llama shearing festival in March. One of the 
  sheduled events is a fashion show. IT will be held on the Friday night... 
  let's see. the 15th." 
phoenix has arrived. 
phoenix invades, whee :) 
Varina says "they are accepting submissions of wool-related items for the 
  fashion show. anything available for sale will be auctioned off 
  afterwards." 
Opa grins. :) Your ears were burning, huh? The mere *mention* of your 
  Hold... 
phoenix giggles, s'what I get for having a C2 on my knot *longsuffering 
  sigh* 
Morayne laughs. phoenix seems to have along ear. 
Varina gestures to Lady phoenix, here to help tell you more :) 
phoenix waves a hand, "But you're doing so well so far :) 
Varina says "we will also accept non-wearable submissions, though they 
  won't be modelled, I'm afraid :)" 
Tasmin peers at the invader, and considers llama-wool kilts ;) 
Fiona strolls into the kitchen. 
Opa nods. Tapestries and rugs are rather difficult to drape over oneself. 
  Not to mention heavy. :) 
Tasi is owned by Tasi 
phoenix was thinking a toga-sort of statement? ;) 
Varina oohs. and our assistant stewart is also here to help promote the 
  show. :) 
Tasi wanna put in her two marks worth, too. :) 
Morayne blinks... Tasi too? ;) 
phoenix says "We are still open for ideas, if anyone has one :)" 
Opa sighs at Acacia. 
Varina says "Lady phoenix here is assembling a panel of distinguished 
  celebrity judges from hold, hall, and weyr to judge the selections." 
Opa nodnods and highly encourages everyone to contribute. :) The llama 
  festival was great fun last time. :) 
phoenix grins, "Hope to, anyway..Varina and the other Masters are out, as 
  they're too biased and all ;) So I have to beat other distinguished types 
  into submission. Lady Dy, Lord Tarin, and Lord Eleos have all said yes, 
  for now. I believe Tiemar did too but I'd have to check on that, he's so 
  confusing.. 
phoenix ohs! 
Opa sniffs. Hey, I'm *highly* objective. ;) 
Varina says "there will be weaver-categories and non-weaver categories. so 
  you will be judged against your peers." 
phoenix says "Tasi here has rounded up a clutch to be given away as prizes 
  from HRH. I was suggesting to Varina, Opa, that perhaps the Weavers could 
  contribute sewing notion-type prizes? New sets of knitting needles and 
  the like?" 
Opa wows, folks are bouncing tonight. :) 
Opa oohs, yes, there's an idea, too. 
phoenix says "We'd love to have an auction of these tapestries Varina keeps 
  talking about after the fashion show, too. Or any time during the 
  Festival that you'd care to, actually" 
Cleona has a lot of nasty things to say about her server, but does it 
  quietly. :) 
phoenix pokes Tasi, "This one is getting married Sat night, we could 
  auction around her ;) 
Morayne grins, "Congrats." 
Varina says "submissions can be +mailed to teh HRH_items char, to be sure 
  they won't get lost." 
Tasi grins, "Yup, just what I want. Quick plug-everyone be there!" 
Varina is making Tasi a llama-wool wedding gown, just for the occassion :) 
Opa grins. And tapestry submissions to me, cuz I've got a +detailed object 
  I can add to. 
phoenix /begs/ (take a picture, LHs don't do this often ;) ) 
phoenix says "Please send us entries!" 
Tasmin grins, "Okay!" 
Varina says "and if you're providing a model, please mention that in your 
  +mail. Or else the description will be assigned to a HRH model and 
  plunked in her/his descer." 
Opa says "Is that it, or is there more? :)" 
phoenix says "We're advertising this as our 'big event' and it's not gonna 
  work very well if Varina has to do 6 descs just to make it last 30 min 
  ;)" 
Varina says "I believe that's it, Opa. Thanks for letting us take the time 
  :)" 
Opa sheepishly shuts up. :} Let me know when I can continue zooming. 
phoenix ohs, yeah, if I like the desc a lot, I'm stealing it as my choice 
  to model ;) 
phoenix nodsnods, she'll shut up cause otherwise she'll beg for hours ;) 
Cleona just chuckles. 
Tasi nods and waves, "Make any descs you want on me fit loose since I'll be 
  showing along about then.;) I'll shut up too." 
Opa grins. Oh, okay. :) Thanks oodles, HRH dudes. :) I think this'll be 
  great fun. 
phoenix is going to go disappear in the same remarkable fashion in which 
  she arrived ;) 
phoenix says "Thanks Opa, Weavers :)" 
phoenix has left. 
Opa says "Hookee, next...encyclopedia foo..." 
Tasi does the same. 
Opa waves! :) 
Opa misses completely... 
Fiona walks in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Opa says "Alright. About a month ago, I sent an outline of the topics that 
  still needed to be done for the encyclopedia to the mailing list. As far 
  as I know, it got distributed just fine, but I have received zero 
  responses. So, a) are people still interested, and b) should I resend the 
  outline?" 
Jorai looks way sheepish 
Fiona has been lockedout of her email, but she's interested. 
Jorai ews, didn't know that Fiona 

<Opa disconnects for a minute or so>

Opa grumbles darkly about three-hour login limits. 
Varina cheers! 
Jorai chuckles, "And she's been talking about the rest of us, I mean 
  /really/ ;) 
Opa says "Can people repeat what I missed, please? <looks appealingly>" 
Opa grinz at Jorai. 
Haldi says "People acking that you bounced ;)" 
Morayne winks, "You're /sure/ opa?" 
Opa ohs, okay. In that case, back to the encyclopedia thing. 
Opa says "Shall I resend?" 
Ninali nods, "Resend it. I wasn't on the mailing list before." 
Cleona nods. 
Jorai ums, 'please, cause I prolly accidentally threw itr out in other 
  list-spam :} 
Opa noddles. Will do. Okay, next... 
Jorai got on this big cleaning kick when it went over 100 :}{ 
Opa says "RPed classes...have these been going on? I haven't heard anything 
  from all the journeyrankers I +mailed. :)" 
Fiona doesn't think she got +mail about classes.. 
Haldi kinda forgot about them :} 
Morayne didn't either.] 
Opa grins at Morayne. You're not a journeyranker. ;) 
Jorai sighs dramatically..if ony she were a Jman ;) 

Weavers> Varina says, "consider me idle for a lil while." 

Fiona is also a lil confused as to how she can teach here while being 
  posted to far off lands 
Haldi thinks she got the mail when I was having access problems, and when I 
  got back on, I got caught up in helping Fort with the Search :} 
Jorai tsks at everyone, excuses excuses ;) 
Opa ose, I must've done the +mail just before you were promoted, Fiona. 
  Okay, well...I originally +mailed the journeyrankers letting them know 
  they could organize RPed classes any time, but really, anyone who's keen 
  can set something up. Just go for it. :) If you're unsure about whether 
  something is canon, yell at me. 
Morayne eeps. I wasn't paying attention, sowwie. <wink> Not yet, anyway. 
Opa grins at Fiona. Take a break from journeying around your far off lands. 
Opa @thwaps Jorai. I hope you're happy. You've intimidated Haldi into going 
  offline. ;) 
Morayne laughs. Skill, Jorai, it's skill. 
Jorai looks sorta impressed with herself. 
Fiona actually is doing that right now, so maybe I'll herd a bunch of 
  apprentices together tomorrow and beat some spinning into them. ;) 
Opa says "Great!" 
Opa is just urging everyone to keep the RP going. :) 
Jorai oohs, "Question? 
Opa says "Ayup?" 
Morayne gets dizzy... Oh, I had a suggestion to make too. 
Haldi bounces :P 
Jorai says "Could I do one on bartering techniques and all? Even if 
  everyone already knows how to do it? Thought the 'class discussion' might 
  be kinda humourous :)" 
Morayne oohs. "That'd be fun, Jorai." 
Fiona thinks we need that one. 
Opa beams. That would be really fun! 
Jorai ohs, neat :) Yay :) 
Jorai says "Are Tuesday nights good for classes too then, on nights we 
  aren't in meetings?" 
Opa says "Morayne, did you have something?" 
Ninali shakes her head, "Tuesday nights are NEVER good for me-- EVEN nights 
  of meetings..." ack. 
Opa thinks any time that people can get together for this kind of thing is 
  good...if people want to specifically arrange regular things for Tuesday 
  nights, why sure. 
Jorai okies :) 
Opa thinks, though, and Ninali is a case in point, that it shouldn't only 
  be Tuesday nights, obviously. 
Tasmin says "We could even repeat it..." 
Morayne just wondered if it'd be possible to make some sort of command to 
  get people from the hall to the weavertent. 
Opa nods at Tasmin. Sure. A night version and a day version. :) 
Fiona just intends to go round pestering alts and dragging them here to RP 
  with. LIke she usually does. :) 
Opa says "The tent is jump_ok...it's #2588." 
Jorai hees 
Ninali is available after meetings though... ;) 
Opa made it jump_ok after she realised that it wasn't. :) 
Jorai acks! She's forgotten completely about her laundry since she logged 
  back in, has /got/ to idle :( 
Opa has done that before. :) 
Opa says "Okay, is that it for RP classes? If there are no objections I'll 
  zoom on." 
Morayne ohs. I guess I should remember the dbref. I've just had to ask 
  everytime where the thing is. 
Morayne hees a tad late at Fiona. ;) 
Fiona smiles innocently. 
Opa noodles at Morayne. Usually it's in the inner courtyard, which you can 
  get to with '+go weavery-cy'. If not, it's at the current gather or 
  festival. :) 
Opa says "Okay, mentoring system..." 
Opa says "I would *love* to fire up a good, working mentoring system, but 
  I'm still waiting for input from you guys...I've sent out the 
  get-the-ball-rolling introductory email to the mailing list twice with 
  little success. :} Shall I send it again, or will people just start 
  mailing the list with their thoughts now that I've said this wee 
  reminder? :)" 
Fiona keeps tripping herself up on whethere this would be an IC or OOC type 
  of thing. 
Varina got +mail from Kahori on the topic, I'll forward it to the list to 
  get things started. 
Opa says "Well, in that case, just send an 'I'm confused' email to the list 
  and we can all thrash it out (although I remember you just said that you 
  haven't had access to email)" 
Opa says "Oh, great!" 
Fiona has access to her new addy, just needs to get it subscribed. 
Varina says "i don't think kahori is on the list herself to read any 
  discussion beyond taht." 
Opa noodles. 
Morayne ohs. The fiona one? 
Opa ose...drat. Well, hm. In that case I can start archiving the 
  discussions and make them available via ftp. How does that sound? Those 
  that can't access email can +mail me their thoughts, and I can forward 
  them to the list. 
Morayne hees and imagines alt.nc-weavers.discuss 
Opa aiee. :) 
Ninali is beginning to dislike newsgroups just cuz for some reason 
  everything she posts disappears before it gets posted... *shrug* 
Morayne pouts and doesn't even /get/ half the stuff that's on 
  alt.fan.pern... I get replies to replies to my postings that I haven't 
  seen. But anyway... 
Opa grins. Well, fear not, we're not going to have a newsgroup. Alright. 
  I'll do the archiving thang and wait for people to start posting to the 
  list with their mentor-like thoughts. :) Any objections if I keep 
  zooming? 
Varina says "zoom away." 
Morayne grisn. Zoom on, weavermasterlady! 
Opa says "Right! Last thing before we go into the open forum - I've 
  recently been in touch with Weyrwoman Vivian, who tells me that after 
  their upcoming Hatching is over and done with, they will figure out their 
  Threadfall charts and then we can collaborate with the Weyr for some 
  Threadfall RP." 
Opa says "So stay tuned. :)" 
Fiona cools, "Yay! at last!" 
Haldi cools. 
Opa says "If there aren't any questions about that, those who wish to bring 
  something else up can page me to get on the queue." 
Opa says "Fiona would like to plug her toy again. :) Fiona?" 
Fiona blinks, "That was fast, typing...." 
Ninali grins, "Maybe she just read your mind." 
Opa is an 85-90WPM kinda gal. :) 
Morayne wows... ;) 
Tasmin hi5's Opa. :) 
Jorai is put to shame.. 
Opa smarms. Please, no applause...;););) 
Morayne goes prolly 60 w/out her typos. 
Ninali,when last tested for job stuff, was only at 40wpm. <sigh> ;) 
Jorai does 75 but places never believe her cause with a strange keyboard 
  she's lucky if she puts out 65 
Fiona says "Just wanted to say that the parent for it will be #11000 (cool 
  number :)) and that all interested parties are welcome to parent to it 
  once it's finished and Opa and the wizzes say it's ok. Opa also has some 
  other cool weaver objects y'all shou 
ld check out. AND I'd like to do one more plug for the festival /please/ 
  *grovelgrovel* submit stuff. We're giving away eggies to the winners. :) 
  Thank you and that is all. :)" 
Opa hugs Fiona. Thanks! :) Anyone else? 
Ninali wonders if the winners will be FORCED to take the eggs... 
Jorai laughs! :) 
Morayne hees. I think I've collected 3 on this char. 
Haldi does over 50 :) 
Morayne chuckles. "I've been MUSHing a lot less time, prolly." 
Ninali nods and has 3 on this character, and several combined on other 
  chars... 
Fiona says "Winners can give them to a friend if they don't want them I 
  guess. Rayne did a real cute job with them though. ;)" 
Cleona waves night night and slips off to bed. 
Haldi chuckles. 
Opa okay, if that's it, this unbelievably long (3-hour) meeting is ajourned 
  (adjourned?), I'm turning off the log. Thanks so much for sticking 
  around, one of these days these meetings will be short, I swear...