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[Logger's note: I kept getting my connection dropped during the meeting - 
although I always got back on within a few minutes, a few poses were lost. 
The times where connection was lost are noted in the log.]

[Unnecessary knot chatter has been eliminated.]

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) Weavers vs. Tanners - a quick clarification 
2) A Growing Problem 
3) Weaver Encyclopedia! 
4) OOC Forum - time for anyone who has an issue they'd like to raise, a 
comment to make, etc. 

Jorai strolls in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Opa comes in with a sheaf of wherhide notes. 
Jorai slips into a chair just before Opa arrives. 
Johann smiles slightly and give Damian a mug of steaming klah, then pours 
  one for himself. 
Nalaya looks up, waving to everyone as they enter and still looking around 
  for a sweetroll tray. Johann must be hiding it somwhere.... 
Broccal straightens up and swings his legs under the table as the Master 
  enters. 
Fiona slips quietly into the room, finding a seen at one of the 
  journeyman's tables. 
Broccal waves to Fiona when he doesn't think one of the masters can see it. 
Nalaya ohs, looking at Jekar. "Could I have one?" 
Damian sits down with the 'Prentices, sipping at his klah. Nera curls up 
  under his seat and goes to sleep. 
Jekar inclines his head toward Nalaya, disappearing into the kitchen. He 
  sneaks back out with a roll on a small plate, which he passes over along 
  with a mug of klah. 
Nalaya smiles charmingly to Jekar, her eyes sparkling. "Oooh, thanks so 
  much. They're my favorite." She states this matter-of-factly, though most 
  already know it. 
Opa smiles as she enters, looking around the chamber. "Good evening, 
  everyone," she says as she makes her way to her seat. 
Cyllan strides in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Broccal gestures toward Jekar when he can. "Hey, Jekar! " 
Cyllan wanders in, kicking her feet along as usual and nods to a few 
  apprentices in her usual quiet manner. 

Weavers> Jorai says, "I'm going to have to be idling now and then so be 
  patient if you address me personally please :}" 
Weavers> Fiona dittos. :) 

Alcyone sits quietly in her corner, watching. She glances nervously now and 
  again at Broccal. 
Opa sits down at the Craftmaster's Table. 
Jekar flashes Nalaya a grin, waving with his free hand to Broccal as he 
  picks up the spongey rag thing. He gets rid of a teeny spill on a table 
  and then stands somewhere to the side, leaning against the wall, watching 
  and listening but standing ready in case someone should want something. 
  Klah's a big item for meetings, since people tend to fall asleep... 
Broccal says "Jekar? Would you mind getting me a mug of klah, please?" 
Jorai sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Broccal sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Jekar mmhms, quickly moving to pour a mugful for the apprentice and deftly 
  handing it over. 
Broccal takes the mug with gratitude, which he mutters aruond his first 
  long draft. 
Cyllan sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
The drudges enter in a procession from the kitchen, bearing soup and fried 
  chicken on their platters, which they proceed to serve to all the 
  assembled folk at the tables. 
Nalaya smiles all around, satisfied now that she's got a sweetroll in hand. 
  She waves to more apprentices as they enter, scooting to one side to make 
  room on her bench. 
A splash of water is heard, and a soaked Tasmin climbs out from under a 
  table, inexplicably. 
Damian snags a bowl of soup, and a small piece of chicken. 
Jekar sighs at the choice of the meal. He'll be awake into the wee hours 
  cleaning up greasy crumbs and spills. "Oh well," he mumbles to himself, 
  with a shrug, assisting the drudges. 
Broccal nods at Cyllan as he looks around the room blurrily, patting 
  Alcyone's hand once in a while when she seems especially upset. 
Fiona sits back in her seat, watching the interchange of the apprentices 
  with interest. Raising an eyebrow at Tasmin, she decides to remain 
  silent. 
Cyllan wiggles into a seat and nods her thanks as food gets passed her way, 
  heaping piles of tubers and chicken. 
Nalaya takes a bowl of steaming soup, blowing on it immediately, and grins 
  as she passes the food to the boy next to her. Bumping Broccal with a 
  large tray, she apologizes and then settles in her seat to munch a piece 
  of chicken, looking about with wide eyes. 
Opa smiles as a bowl of soup is placed in front of her and looks out over 
  the various tables. "Well, eat up, everyone!" 
Damian snags a roll from the center of the table and begins tearing it 
  apart and dunking it into the soup. He eats quietly, raising an eyebrow 
  at the treatment of Broccal. 
Tasmin shakes his head, hair flying everywhere, and then settles down to 
  his seat. He bends forward to snag a bowl of greens, then sets it down, 
  opting for tubers, then seths /those/ down, opting for herdbeast roast. 
Servers approach the journeyrank tables, placing a variety of foods before 
  those sitting there. Taking a bit of this and a bit of that, Fiona soon 
  becomse lost in conversation with the people to either side of her. 
Broccal ignores Nalaya's behaviour with a sparkle in his eyes. 
Alcyone fidgets a bit, but does accept a bowl of soup when it's offered to 
  her. She pokes at it, peering around the hall now and again. 
Tasmin frowns as the platter he thought was herdbeast seems to be some sort 
  of vegetable. Sticking his tongue out in disgust, he starts looking for 
  something on the table that used to be a living animal, preferably fairly 
  close. ;) 
Jekar leans against the edge of a vacated table shoved up against the far 
  wall, vacated because the benches are all splintered. "Hm. Remind me to 
  sand those down and polish..." he murmurs to each of his firelizards, a 
  brown and bronze, who jealously watch the humans eat. 
Damian jumps slightly, as if someone poked him under the table. 
  Unobtrusively, he takes the small piece of chicken he had grabbed and 
  places the plate on the bench between him and his neighbor. A moment 
  later, he quietly places the empty plate on the table. 
Broccal lethargically pushes his food around his plate. He holds out his 
  mug for a refill. 
Cyllan murmers to another apprentice, leaning over and taking what appears 
  to be greens off the others plate. She nods, murmers something else, and 
  turns back to eat, snagging a glass of water to wash it down with. 
Nalaya hrmphs, leaning over to take another breadroll from a tray that was 
  left in front of her, listening but not hearing the talking over the din 
  of silverware and dishes about her. 

Weavers> Fiona sics Opa on Damian and his furball.. I mean feline. :) 

Opa alternately sips her soup and consults the notes beside her, thus 
  missing the usual fracas at the apprentice tables. 
Tasmin eventually finds something that suits his taste, and grabs plenty. 
  Sadly enough, it seems to be a neighboring apprentice, of the female 
  persuasion. She, naturally, gets up and changes tables after giving him a 
  *look*. Taz tries the chicken, next. 
Jekar glances about, taking an estimated count of the diners. He motions to 
  a few fellow drudges, who bring out more klah pitchers. Jekar takes one 
  up himself, refills Broccal's mug, and moves down the line at the 
  apprentices' table. 
Meli appears and swoops down to a landing on a nearby perch. 
Meli steps out of pryth's couch. 
Damian eats his soup SeaCrafter-style, cautiously and with lots of bread. 
  He leaves no spills. 
Meli flits out to the south, into the inner courtyard. 
Alcyone stirs her soup around in its bowl absently. She stays remarkably 
  quiet, though. 
Broccal gratefully lifts the mug of caffiene to his lips, savouring the 
  stimulant. 
Opa gets briefly distracted at the firelizard zooming through, then looks 
  at her notes again. "While you're all enjoying the meal, I'd like to 
  welcome some new additions to the Hall." Her eyes scan the tables. 
Jekar looks up attentively as the Master speaks, stepping to the side of a 
  table and listening. 
Damian, with a small apology, reaches across and grabs the plate of tubers. 
  He serves himself, and passes it back. He looks up, still eating, as Opa 
  speaks. 
Nalaya doesn't need to be embarassed this time when the CraftMaster uses 
  her opening statement, and just grins as she impishly takes a roll from a 
  neighbor's plate, chuckling. 
Broccal idly tears up a roll, somehow never getting it to his mouth. 
Opa says "Firstly, we have...hrm..." She squints, examining the apprentice 
  tables with a bit more scrutiny. "I don't see Kelay...is Kelay here?" 
Tasmin finishes up his plateful, and looks longingly at the serving platter 
  at the other end longingly. Lazy, however, prevails over hungry. He 
  settles for tubers. 
Nalaya shakes her head, calling out over the noise..."Kelay had to finish 
  something important at Southern Boll, I think." 
Fiona pauses in scooping up her soup to answer Master Opa, but Nalaya beats 
  her to it. Giving the other girl a smile, she goes back to eating. 
Opa nods her understanding. "Ah, thank you, Nalaya. Well, Kelay's recently 
  joined us as an apprentice, and is working hard, as we can all see." Her 
  eyes move around again. "And we also have Jekar, over there." 
Broccal bangs his mug on the table in greeting to Jekar 
Jekar blinks, almost spilling a refill, totally not expecting his name to 
  be called. He hastily apologizes. 
Damian snags a bowl of greens and dishes some up for himself. He offers 
  them to his neighbor, and then begins eating again. At Jekar's name, he 
  looks up and nods at the staff member. 
Nalaya shrugs, smiling widely, and then takes a mouthful of klah so she 
  won't interrupt again. Then she turns to smile at Jekar, holding up the 
  half-eaten but treasured sweetroll in praise. 
Opa smiles. "Jekar's on our Hall staff...and doing a rather meticulous job 
  making sure things are kept clean." 
Fiona beams a smile at Jekar, frowning slightly as she sees that he's once 
  again waiting on people. She waves to try getting his attention. 
Tasmin looks up and starts paying attention, finally. 
Jekar flushes as so many eyes are upon him. He clears his throat, cracks a 
  grin, fills mugs as needed, and sighs upon seeing already crumbs 
  scattered about, felines and firelizards huddled under tables and 
  avoiding feet to snatch at the fallen food. He shakes his head, and, 
  slowly but surely, makes his way over to Fiona. 
Opa nods, taking a small writing implement and crossing something off on 
  the wherhide before going back to finish her soup. "Welcome to all our 
  newcomers." 
Broccal stares at the vegetables in his plate and makes an effort to lift 
  them to his lips. He chews without enery. 
Cyllan flashes a tight smile, well a smile from her is something, and nods 
  to the newcomers. A moment more and she sips from her glass, washing 
  veggies and meat down with cold water. 
Fiona leans back to whisper, She mutters to Jekar, "... should sit... 
  eat... these... feed..." 
Jekar dubiously glances at the apprentices' tables, where a few younger 
  lads have begun a food fight which seems to be growing to a food war. 
  "Are you /sure/ about that?" he murmurs drolly to Fiona. 
Opa starts in on her chicken and peers further down the hide. "Now...what's 
  next. Oh yes!" She wipes her hands on the dinner-cloth thoroughly and 
  reaches into her pockets. 
Fiona follows his glance with a frown, "Absolutely. You're not their 
  parent." Catching the attention of one of the food fighters, she gives 
  him a quelling glare. 
Broccal leans his head on an upraised fist as he takes another drink of 
  klah. 

Weavers> Opa hopes you guys don't mind me going real fast-like tonight, I'm 
  dead tired and I would like for once in my life to be able to have a 
  meeting that takes less than two hours. :} 
Weavers> Broccal smiles. Just don't choke on your chicken 

Alcyone gives up trying to pretend to eat, pushing her bowl forward onto 
  the table. She stares hard at it for a moment or two, then sits up as 
  straight as she can to try and see Master Opa over the heads in front of 
  her. 
Nalaya finishes her plate, pushing it in front of her a little and folding 
  her hands in her lap. 
Damian snags a roll in mid-air and gives the thrower a disapproving look. 
  Muttering something about food made to be eaten and not thrown. 
Opa pulls out some knots and scans the room, noticing the food fight for 
  the first time. She clears her throat loudly. "*Ahem!*" 
Damian examines the roll, finds it satisfactorily clean and intact and 
  begins eating it. 
Jekar shrugs slightly, moving away from Fiona to refill the mug of another 
  journeyman. And fetch sweetener and some more milk for the cranky weaver, 
  who needs the klah more than most, 'twould seem. He moves back to Fiona's 
  side, and murmurs to her. 

Weavers> Fiona says, "Drat!! babyidle :(" 

Fiona frowns fiercly at Jekar and says in an intense whisper, "You are 
  /not/ one of those." 
Broccal looks up as Jekar refills his mug. He mutters his gratitude. 
Opa raises her voice and says calmly, "If we could eat our dinner in peace, 
  not in pieces...thank you." She looks around. "Well, I seem to have some 
  senior apprentice knots here to give away..." 
Jekar blinks, taken aback by the journeywoman's frown. He sighs. "Oh, but I 
  /am/..." he smiles wanly, then goes back to doing rounds, refilling, 
  trading off empty klah pitcher for heavy filled ones. Drudges actually 
  work pretty efficiently, if you might watch closely... 
Alcyone whispers quiet thanks as she's passed a mug of klah, and proceeds 
  to shovel sweetener and milk into it. 
Opa untangles one of the senior apprentice knots from the others, and lifts 
  it up for everyone to see. She calls out so that her voice echoes off the 
  walls of the chamber, "Cyllan!" 
Nalaya oohs now, her eyes turning to Cyllan happily. 
Cyllan is still eating her food as she hears her name called out. Cutlery 
  clatters onto her plate and she stammers as she gets pushed to her feet. 
  "Yes, Master?" she says. 
Opa wiggles the knot a little bit. 
Jorai clinks her fork against her plate in approval while the Masters have 
  their attention on the girl. 
Cyllan blushes and walks forward, feets shuffling as she approaches the 
  Master. "For me?" she asks tentavily. 
Damian bangs his mug once in salute, and then drinks it. 
Opa smiles as clinking noises break out all over the chamber, and nods 
  once. 
Cyllan grins, a little more brightly and reaches out for the knot, "My 
  thanks, Master Opa." 
Jekar debates a klah toast...no, that'll just result in a /lot/ of steaming 
  brew spills and burns. Wise for a drudge, isn't he? 

Weavers> Damian says, "Don't sprain your arm patting yourself on the back, 
  Jekar. :)" 
Weavers> Jekar hehs. And wants a promotion to head drudge now. ;) 

Opa smiles, relinquishing the knot. "Not at all...you've been working very 
  hard lately!" 

Weavers> Opa laughs. Hmmm...there's a thought. ;) 
Weavers> Jekar eeps. 
Weavers> Jekar can just see a clone of him being @created, coded, and set 
  in the GH... 
Weavers> Nalaya grins evilly. 
Weavers> Damian says, "Welcome to the Hall of Weavers (animatronic noises 
  follow)." 
Weavers> Fiona is back she hopes. lemme scroll back to catch up... 

Cyllan smiles, "I try, Master Opa, I always try." She nods, "Thank you" she 
  says again and moves back to her seat. 
Opa looks pleased, and separates another senior apprentice knot from the 
  bunch. She pauses dramatically before calling out the next name. 
  "Nalaya!" 
Nalaya starts in her seat, shaking her head once before looking up to see 
  if Opa's joking, which is unlikely. "Ummm..." 
Fiona sits back in her seat, beaming a smile at the apprentices as they are 
  called up one by one. 
Alcyone blinks a little at that one, then looks down the table a bit at 
  Nalaya. She grins to the other and mumbles something about 'gratz. 

Weavers> Jekar gets flashbacks of scenes from dragonsinger. A chant. Walk 
  Menolly Walk. Walk Menolly walk. :) 

Broccal smiles. "Congrats, Cyllan and Nalaya 
Nalaya is bumped into standing by the boy next to her, and nearly trips 
  over the bench to get out of her seat. Picking up her skirts, she heads 
  for Opa, trying not to step on feet and felines, her face flushed. 
  "Really?" 
Jorai nods as she swallows, "Congrats!" 
Opa winces at the near tumble, and smiles as Nalaya approaches, holding out 
  the knot to her. "I don't joke about things like this, you know." 
Jekar winces as the din created by some of the less reserved apprentices. 
  And they're not all little lads either. "Jays," he mumbles, pausing to 
  pour himself a mug of klah, but before he can take a swallow, is called 
  to fetch another bowl of soup for a master. 
Cyllan smiles and applauds from her seat. 
Nalaya nods, unable to speak, and knowing this for truth. "Thank you, thank 
  you." She stares at the knot now in her hand, flushin further. 

Weavers> Maarle says, "Sorry I was late...got stuck playing Civ II. :)" 
Weavers> Opa says, "Hi there! ... Is that any good, Maarle?" 
Weavers> Maarle says, "VERY! :)" 

Nalaya makes her way back to her seat, a little more steady now, with a 
  bemused look on her face. She slides down, taking up her mug again with a 
  foolish grin for the whole table. 
Opa keeps smiling. "Just keep up the good work!" 
Nalaya nods heartily to Opa, hair set to flying by the motion. 
Maarle wipes a bit of drool from his mouth using his sleeve, waking up by 
  some noise...he blinks tiredly, rubbing his eyes. 
Cyllan grins at Nalaya, straightening her new knot on her shoulder as she 
  does. 
Broccal looks over at Mrl and sighs with disdain as he keeps his own head 
  from falling to the table. 

Weavers> Broccal wonders where the other journeyrankers are. 
Weavers> Jorai says, "Ty is on vacation" 

Maarle doesn't even notice the 'look' he gets from Broccal as he whispers a 
  question along the lines of: What's going on, to a nearby apprentice who 
  is busily stufing his face. 

Weavers> Fiona bounces between connections due to severe funkieness. 
Weavers> Opa sorries for the sudden idle...phone rang, was the SO back from 
  a four-week vacation. :} 

Jekar returns from the kitchen balancing several plates of orders for 
  seconds and even thirds for the more heartily-eating. He peers 'round for 
  that mug he poured, but of course it's been snatched up, either by some 
  drudge or a sneaky apprentice. Hmph. 
Opa smiles at the room in general. "Congratulations, both of you. 
  Well...now that I've given out all my remaining senior apprentice knots," 
  she grins, "it's time to fill some empty seats at our journeyranker 
  tables." She casts a glance and a nod to Fiona. 
Nalaya takes up her klah again, hoping to not be looked at any more. 
Tasmin grins at the new Sr. Apprentices, and refills his glass for 
  toasting. 
Fiona hops up with a grin and moves along the table toward one particular 
  sleepy looking Senior Apprentice... 

Weavers> Fiona says, "Everyone hush! This is one of those Big Moments. :)" 

Broccal takes another drink, about to crash into his mug. 
Alcyone elbows Broccal, trying to be discreet about it. 
Maarle cracks a yawn, which is immediately stuffed by a roll by the 
  apprentice 'cross the table, and a whisper by another about 
  rinsing...hrmph! 

Weavers> <Tasmin> A drumroll starts. Searchlights fly across the sky... a 
  mist rises... 

Broccal looks at Alcyone, slightly annoyed. "what?" He rubs his ribs. 
Fiona stops behind broccal and leans to whisper rather loudly in his ear, 
  "Wake up! You gotta switch tables!" 
Opa leans back in her chair and watches the show. 

Weavers> Jekar fills Broccal's mug again? ;) 

Nalaya giggles brightly, waving to get Broccal's attention moved to Fiona 
  behind him. 
Maarle grins broadly as he cheers Broccal...well, a muffled cheer 'cuz of 
  the roll. 
Broccal starts, the mug flying out of his hand toward Nalaya. He turns 
  toward Fiona, "Why? what'd I do? 
Alcyone starts mumbling something about the project, but jumps at Fiona's 
  declaration. Then she blinks, and starts to giggle. "'Gratz to you, too." 
Jekar puts a hand to his forehead with an exasperated *smack*. And /how/ 
  many times did he refill Broccal's mug? 
Nalaya hrmphs, but having had brothers, she ducks and the klah that spills 
  lands on the boy next to her and not on her new knot. She grins widely, 
  shaking her head."Broccal, congrats." 
Opa grins, the masters starting the table-thumping before anyone else. 
  "Walk, Broccal!" 
Jorai stretches out languidly as Broccal leaves the table, "Bout time. He 
  takes up too much space." 
Fiona decides he needs some physical motivation and grabs his arm, not that 
  anyone her size could achieve much. With a laugh she says, "Cause there's 
  a funny rule about how us Journeyranks have to sit together." She leans 
  forward to confide, "The seats are more comfortable, anyway." 

Weavers> Opa grins at Jekar. You prophet, you. :) 

Broccal looks dazed as he slowly stands next to Fiona, seemingly forgetting 
  the ritual's rules. 

Weavers> Jekar hees. Thanks. :> 
Weavers> Broccal says, "Sorry about the mess, Jekar" 

Fiona gently points broccal toward Opa, "Go get your knot, then come sit 
  next to me. I'll make sure you stay awake." 

Weavers> Jekar grumps. 
Weavers> Tasmin .oO (Fiona. Klah. Hot. Broccal's lap. You do the thinking) 

Broccal walks slowly towards Opa, moving ever-more steadily as what's 
  happening penetrates his fatigued brain. 
Maarle quietly lays his head down on the table again and watches the whole 
  ceremony through slitted eyes, a smile on his face at Broccal's 'walk'. 
Broccal stands and leaves the Apprentice Tables. 
Fiona waits patiently for broccal to find his knot and his seat, then turns 
  to scan the other senior apprentices with crossed arms and almost a smirk 
  on her face. 
Maarle sits down at one of the Apprentice Tables. 
Jekar runs his fingers through his hair, muttering about clumsy senior 
  appren...no, /journeymen/ with a sigh. Nevertheless, he grins amiably at 
  the promotee, pouring a strong mugful of klah brew for Broccal and 
  setting it down beside Fiona's seat. 
Duvetyne steps in through the archway from the teaching wing. 

Weavers> Fiona says, "Ty! Hey!" 

Opa chuckles, holding out Broccal's new knot for him to grab, assuming he 
  has enough coordination left to do so. "Congratulations, Broccal," she 
  says warmly. "Maybe now that you get your own room, you'll get enough 
  sleep?" 
Duvetyne slips in quietly. 

Weavers> Duvetyne logs in briefly while on vacation. :) 
Weavers> Jorai says, "Some people's vacatoins apparently dont take them far 
  from access ;)" 

Nalaya giggles, nearly choking on her klah as it goes up her nose very 
  ungracefully. Hoping no on noticed, she wipes gently with a napkin. 
Broccal gratefully takes the knot from the Master, perhaps lingering a 
  moment as his hand touches hers. He takes the knot and holds it to his 
  chest for a moment as he mutters his gratitude. 

Weavers> Damian says, "RL calls. Sorry. Have to idle." 

Broccal confides that he and Alcyone were up late working on a project for 
  the Hall. 
Maarle spits out the roll from his mouth and snickers at Nalaya before 
  yawning again. 
Opa looks pleased, and nods as Broccal explains his sleepiness. "Well, if 
  you're going to lose sleep, lose sleep over your Craft, I always say." 
Broccal beams his pleasure to the Master then withdraws to his new table 
  next to his friend Fiona. 
Broccal sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Jorai giggles and mutters, "Ty is sure to have fun now..." 
Jekar taps Broccal's filled klah mug meaningfully. "Congratulations," he 
  has time to murmur before whisked away for another refill. 

[Opa gets kicked off] 

Nalaya snorts delicately at Maarle, before setting the klah-stained napkin 
  next to her and putting her hands demurely on the table. She carefully 
  holds her new knot away from any food or drink, trying to pin it in with 
  her eyes crossing. 
Duvetyne blinks at Jorai, "Hm?" 

Weavers> Opa snarl. 
Weavers> Tasmin says, "She's back. I *don't* have to take over ;)" 
Weavers> Opa eep, perish the thought! :) 
Weavers> Broccal says, "No, Jekar takes over when she's gone." 
Weavers> Jekar ohyeahs. He can handle promos. Sure. ;) 

Opa continues to smile, then looks at Fiona. "Well, we seem to have one 
  more empty seat left...Fiona, could you find someone to fill it?" 
Cyllan giggles softly at Nalaya, leaning over and asking, "Want some help?" 
Maarle chuckles slightly and rouses himself just long enough to offer help 
  to Nalaya. 
Jorai blinks back, then smiles at Ty before taking a sip of water. 
Nalaya nods her head, hair falling across her face as she tries to look 
  down at her own shoulder. She looks up at both Cyllan and Maarle, saying, 
  "Yes!" She watches Fiona out of the corner of her eye. 
Fiona grins at Master Opa, then slowly moves to stnd behind Jorai. Giving 
  the girl a gentle bump with her hip she says, "I'm afraid you'll have to 
  give up all that space you got from broccal." 
Broccal grins red-eyed at Jorai and applauds her promotion 
Jekar chuckles softly, passing by the apprentices long enough to hear 
  Fiona's comment. 
Cyllan grins at Maarle, "Will you or I help her then?" 
Jorai ows, rubbing in feigned pain as she looks around, "Why, who is taking 
  his place?" 
Nalaya holds out the pin that held her other knot, grinning. "Help?" 
Maarle yawns and shrugs. "I'll do it, I have slightly more blood to lose, I 
  think." he grins. 
Opa shakes her head, turning to a tablemate to mutter something about these 
  apprentices not being as sharp as they were back in her day. 
Fiona shakes her head, still grinning, "I'm afraid you're back to sitting 
  next to him." She winks, "That shouldn't be too big a hardship I'd 
  imagine." 
Cyllan nods to Maarle, "Just don't bleed over her tunic" she mutters, 
  realxing back and applauding Jorai's promotion. 
Tasmin glances over to the other side of the table. Jorai and Broc leave a 
  /perfect/ space for him at the table. He leaps before anyone else can 
  steal it, claiming /both/ for himself by dripping on them. :) 
Jorai jumps up like a wild wherry and makes a dash for the seat. 
Jekar retreats to take a seat...at the splintery bench unfortunately. 
  "/Ow/..." he winces and immediately stands. "Dangit." 
Maarle really really tries not to yawn again. He takes the pin carefully, 
  his hands at least not shaking, nope. "Hmm..." he murmurs, taking the 
  pin, brandishing it, and pinning the knot neatly to Nalaya's shoulder 
  just barely missing his finger. Dang! 
Fiona burst into laughter as she dives out of the way. She calls after 
  Jorai, "Don't forget your knot!" 
Opa chuckles, tossing the knot to Fiona as Jorai whizzes by. 
Broccal laughs as he makes room for Jorai. 
Jorai beams, even manages to catch it. Lets out a barely-stifled "Yay!" 
Alcyone starts to giggle, scooting over a bit to get out of Tasmin's way. 
  Then she catches herself and stops giggling, sipping instead at her klah. 

Weavers> Fiona says, "The seacraft has this nifty tradition of tossing the 
  knot into the rafters and making the newly promoted climb for it... :)" 

Opa grins at Jorai. "Well done. Admittedly, it's traditional to *walk* to 
  one's new seat, not fly, but..." 

Weavers> Opa looks thoughtful. There's an idea... 
Weavers> Jekar guesses firelizards come in handy 
Weavers> Broccal likes tat. I'm surprised we don't make them knit their 
  own. 

Duvetyne cheers for Jorai. :) 

Weavers> Fiona says, "That'd be cheating, Jekar. :)" 
Weavers> Maarle says, "NO!" 
Weavers> Jekar says, "your point? ;)" 

Nalaya smiles her thanks to Maarle, relaxing as she realizes she wasn't 
  impaled or anything. Beaming, she yells out her congrats to Jorai, 
  watching her go. 
Fiona moves toward her seat as Jorai intercepts the knot, leaning to 
  whisper congratulations again to the two new journeymen. 
Maarle calls out his congrats to Jorai too, just barely missing falling out 
  of his chair.! 
Jorai smiles her thanks, then leans to peer at Fiona's knot, "Hmm, bit 
  scruffy there." 
Jekar mutters something about rickety benches. He looks up as a cook calls 
  his name, and moves off into the kitchen. He returns moments later 
  bearing a tray of bubblies and sweetrolls. He makes his way over and sets 
  it at the apprentices' table and hastily jumps back before he's 
  attacked for the treats. 
Nalaya oohs, seeing the sweetrolls and bubblies arrive with a desperate 
  expression. 
Fiona reaches to dust off her knot at Jorai's comment. With a small smile, 
  she nods, "Yup. Maybe it'll get replaced someday, too." 
Broccal looks over at the apprentice table and wonders if he should have 
  waited before walking. 
Opa looks around happily at all the newly promoted, and leans back in her 
  seat again. "Now...I think Broccal and Nalaya have some things they want 
  to show the group? Broccal, will you start?" 
Broccal smiles broadly and gets to his feet. "Alcyone? Would you join me? 
  We worked on this together." 
Broccal stands and leaves the Journeyranker Tables. 
Jorai chuckles, needling Fiona in the ribs as she teases, "Oh, I'm sure 
  Master Opa would be happy to let you have a new one." 
Broccal dropped Nine-Paneled Tapestry of a Typical Weaver's Life. 
Jekar slides a second tray of the bubblies at the opposite end of the 
  apprentice table, since the first disappears quickly. A tray goes to the 
  journeymen, and then to the Masters as well. 
Broccal says "This is a tapestry we've been working on for some sevendays 
  now. Finished it this morning before morning classes." 
Alcyone gives Broccal a look, then slides herself off the bench. She 
  shrugs, and pads over to him. 

A large tapestry of wool and fine embroidery with nine panels each 
telling their own part of a weaver's life. The nine panels are separated 
by narrow bands of snowy white. The wide stitches of the dull lavender 
border contrast the attentive 'detail' work of the panels. The 'details' 
seemingly jump out, as though you are looking at miniature figures caught 
in midmotion. 

A hopeful dark-haired lad offers a lopsided rug of coarse sisal for 
inspection. You can just make out a pattern of navy blue and saffron 
chevrons. A skeptical Master studies the rug, her chin resting on an 
upraised fist. A pair of spectacles and tape measure dangle from the 
dimunitive MasterWeaver's neck. The Master gestures to the rug as though 
gently pointing out the lad's errors. 

The young man seen in the first panel is now shown standing over a large 
tub, armed with an enormous paddle. Inside the tub is what looks to be 
deep green dye, while swimming in it and draped around the edges of the 
tub are swashes of cloth, now in various stages of green and white. 

This panel is set in a tapestry draped chamber, with a flustered woman on 
a low stool standing nearly in its middle. Our young weaver friend stands 
nearby with a mouthful of pins and a tape. She appears to be trying to 
offer suggestion while he takes her measurements. 

Our weaver is sitting in front of a window overlooking the beach in this 
panel. He is bent over a gown which spills out of his lap onto the floor, 
allowing you to see the intricate brocade he is working into the deep 
blue of the fabric: a stylized pattern of red and gold leaves. A tiny 
green firelizard is curled up in the thread box by his left hand, looking 
on intently. 

Our weaver is now inside, bent attentively over a spinning wheel. He 
appears to be struggling to keep tension on the coarse yarn. Through the 
window behind him we can make out the courtyard of the MasterWeaver Hall. 

A joyous scene fills this panel. The Weaver Craft's Great Hall is filled 
to capacity. A young woman with a journeyranker's knot walks our buoyant 
friend toward a table set close to the Masters' Dias. The lad seems 
awestruck as he makes his way to the journeyranker's table for the first 
time. 

The ramparts of Benden Hold loom in the near distance, stretching beyond 
the bounds of our view. Our weaver, now wearing a journeyman's knot, sits 
astride a runnerbeast, leading two burdened runners. He looks up to the 
Hold with anticipation of the chance to follow his dreams. 

Lastly, we see our friend, his hair more grey now than brown, surrounded 
by a semicircle of young expectant faces while his green gazes at them 
from his shoulder. Our weaver has one hand upon a spinning wheel as the 
other points to one of the youngsters to answer a question. 

Fiona smiles back at Jorai before turning to examine the tapestry, "I'm 
  kinda atached to this one for now." 
OOC: Can everyone see it? and get the detail to work? 
Opa looks interested, and squints to see. 
Duvetyne nods, "Wonderful!" 

Broccal holds one end and has Alcyone hold the other for Opa's inspection 

Weavers> Damian says, "Back. Family visit. Sorry." 

Broccal looks from Alcyone to the masters, Opa in particular. "So, umm.. 
  What do you think Master Opa? 
Alcyone looks thoughtfully at the end of the tapestry she holds and wonders 
  if it's big enough to hide behind. Oh well, too late. She too looks 
  expectantly at the masters' table. 
Opa continues to peer at each panel in turn. She grins. "Haven't gotten to 
  the end yet..." 
Jekar arches his eyebrows in surprise at the exquisite detailing on the 
  tapestry, even though he /was/ present to see some of it made. "Whoa..." 
  An apprentice tugs at his sleeve and not-so-politely demands a refill. 
  She receives a disgruntled look, but also the mug of klah. 
Maarle wows at the Tapestry...then curls up and sleeps on...zzzz. :) 
Damian pours himself a mug of klah. His hands move on their own, his eyes 
  looking at the tapestry, but he never fills the mug more than 3/4 full so 
  it doesn't spill. 
Opa chuckles over a few of the panels. "This is wonderful! It must have 
  taken you two an awfully long time." 
Jorai squints between the young man in the panels and Broccal, hmming. 
Broccal nods. "Yes, Ma'am. I started it about 2 Turns ago, but never 
  finished it. Been working on it in my spare time. Alcyone helped, or I 
  doubt it would ever get finished. She had a lot of good ideas, too. 
Damian nods, going from panel to panel. "Very nice." 
Fiona stares at the work in speachless amazement, then turns her gaze to 
  broccal and Alcyone with a warm smile, "That is truely something.." 
Jorai oys, "S'why I'll never be good with tapestries. Don't have that kind 
  of patience for the finished product." 
Broccal breaks into a brilliant smile at Fiona. "Something good I hope" 
Fiona chuckles, her eyes falling back to the scene with the spinning wheel, 
  "Oh yes." 

Weavers> Fiona phoneidles. 

[Opa disconnects] 

Weavers> Opa is ready to kill the netgods right now... 
Weavers> Damian says, "Net bungee!" 

Maarle shouts, waking up very very quickly, "Haldi!!" 

Weavers> Cyllan says, "Can we sacrifice somethin?" 

Jekar begins to collect dirty dishes, now that folks are finally starting 
  to finish up their meals, setting them in a sturdy bin which he 
  periodically brings to the kitchens and returns to repeat the process. 
  Each time he leaves and comes back his tunic is spattered with more 
  water and...other stuff. 
Haldi skids in late as usual, heading straight for the Journeyranker's 
  table. 
Damian waves to Haldi as she enters. 

Weavers> Opa says, "Damian's cat? ;)" 
Weavers> Jekar hms. Fresh journeymen make good sacrifices, too. 
Weavers> Broccal hears faint screatching as a kitty plummets into the net 
  volcano 

Maarle lunges for his plate and begins shoveling in the food before it gets 
  taken away. 
Opa nods. "It's very extensive...very admirable piece of work!" 
Damian reaches beneath the table and pulls out a chicken bone. He places it 
  on his plate and hands it to Jekar as he clears. He snags a rag from a 
  drudge and cleans the spot under his feet. 
Broccal smiles at Alcyone and has her assist him in re-rolling it. 
Haldi sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 

Weavers> Damian says, "What, exactly, do you people have against a feline?" 
Weavers> Broccal says, "The claw marks on my wrist? the fleas in my bed? 
  trying to eat without a cat in my plate? being unable to laeve a cup of 
  coffee w/t fearing haveing a cat head in it?" 

Jekar nods slightly to Damian, handing off his bin to a drudge who hauls it 
  back to the kitchens. He waits, looking for what else needs to be done 
  that /can/ be done while so many occupants are still about. 

Weavers> Damian says, "Good points, Broccal. But what do you have against 
  mine?" 

Haldi waves absently to those waving at her before sinking into a seat and 
  looking around trying to figure what she missed. 

Weavers> Morayne aiees. WOw... ;) 

Nalaya grins at Haldi, waving brightly while still staring at the tapestry. 
Broccal sits back down at his new table. 
Broccal sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Opa smiles at Broccal and Alcyone. "Thank you very much...now...next...oh, 
  it wasn't Nalaya, it was Cyllan, wasn't it?" 
Fiona leans over to whisper to Haldi, rapidly catching her up on the 
  evening's events. 
Nalaya nods, flushing at the mistake and grinning. "Mine's not quite 
  done..." 
Fiona sits down at one of the Journeyranker Tables. 
Jekar absently pours Haldi a mug of klah, then moves off to find a broom, 
  since it's not in the corner where he normally leaves it. 
Jorai grins at Broc, "So where are you going to display that now that it's 
  done? I'd be afraid someone would take it." 
Broccal looks up at the rafters of the Hall. "Well, I'd like it placed 
  here, in the Great Hall, where prospective weavers would see what it's 
  like to be a weaver. 

Weavers> Morayne is going to make a very short IC appearance... 

Morayne steps in from the kitchen and storage area. 
Damian leans over to set Nera down. The feline decides to take the 
  initiative, and leaps down herself when she's about halfway there. 
Broccal waves to his sister. 
Nera moves through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing. 
Morayne tiptoes in, hoping not to gather attention. 

Weavers> Maarle is gonna dinneridle for a bit... :) 

Jorai chuckles, "Don't scare them away too fast." 

Cyllan shuffles to her feet and holds up a dress. Made of simple brocade, 
well-tailored and looking like itUd snugly fit someones frame. Its colour 
is a deep sumptuous ruby, the deepest of sunset-fires. Crimson folds 
frame a simple round neckline and long sleeves fall loose to her wrists. 
Tiny anise flowers have been embroidered around both -- the yellow and 
whites crisscrossing in contrast to the deep molten-reds. Garnet-reds 
embrace the bodice, moving down over the hipline to spill into a 
bell-shaped hemline, lending the impression of constant motion. 

Haldi smiles thanks to Jekar and listens to Fi quietly. 
Maarle snores.... :) 

Weavers> Cyllan noticed a typo. 
Weavers> Opa roasts Cyllan at the stake. ;) 
Weavers> Nalaya oohs, the primal sin. 

Damian heads through the doorway towards the teaching rooms and the rest of 
  the west wing. 

Weavers> Cyllan grins. It was more a problem with cutting and pasting stuff 
  :) 
Weavers> Nalaya :) Happens to me daily, Cyllan. 

Fiona ohs softly at the dress, "For a wedding?" 

Weavers> Cyllan says, "Its late :)" 

Opa and the other masters exchange smiles as Cyllan brings out her latest 
  work, and then turn back to watch. 
Damian steps in through the archway from the teaching wing. 
Nalaya nods, leaning closer to see the dress. 
Broccal notices the dress. He murmers to Jorai, "I like that. It's nice to 
  see someone make something withuot using a firelizard for a decoration. 
Damian sits back down quickly. 
Jekar smiles faintly, admiring the dress. But is it such a wise idea to 
  hold that out in such a messy Hall? Or at least, /he/ thinks it's messy. 
Jorai quickly covers up a guffaw with her hand, nodding in agreement 
Cyllan shakes her head, "No J'woman" she remarks, "Is for a craftmeeting 
  dinner. The journeywoman in question has black hair with red highlights. 
  We thought it'd look good on her." 

Weavers> Broccal says, "Opa, is Zelez dead?" 
Weavers> Opa nods glumly. 

Fiona chuckles at broccal's comment, having overheard it, "Didn't we have a 
  long conversation about that once?" She nods once to Cyllan, "It's lovely 
  whatever the occasion." 
Opa nods. "Black hair always looks stunning with red." 

Weavers> Jekar says, "Drat Pern for having no religion, otherwise 
  resurrection might be a hope. ;)" 
Weavers> Opa grins. Well, she's not IC dead. 

Morayne grins (a bit late) at her bro, flashing him a thumbs up for his 
  promotion. 

Weavers> Morayne hmms.Does that mean she's RL dead? 
Weavers> Opa says, "I don't think so. :)" 
Weavers> Broccal says, "Is the player going to resurrect her?" 

Jorai grins impishly, "I'm afraid I'm still fond of my frolicking 
  firelizard faires." 

Weavers> Opa has no idea. 

Cyllan nods, carefully folding the dress once more, "Thats what I thought 
  as well. She's a healer too, hence the embroidery." 

Weavers> Jorai says, "She was never around was she? I mean even before she 
  was idled out?" 

Broccal turns to Fiona, smiling at Jorai's comment. "I think we did, and 
  the customer got her firelizards after all" 

Weavers> Opa nods. She was pretty inactive. 
Weavers> Fiona saw her once on the knot for about five minutes. 
Weavers> Broccal says, "She was, long ago. Actually, the only time I 
  remember her being active was when she and Opa's fl interviewed me" 

Opa smiles. "Well, it's lovely, Cyllan, as usual." 

Weavers> Fiona thought so too, Jorai. It's the vowel/consonant theory of 
  Pern names. :) 

Cyllan smiles her thanks as she regains her seat, "My thanks." 
Morayne sneaks into a seat at the app table... 
Opa nods back, and looks around. "Is there anyone else with anything to 
  show?" 
Damian raises a hand. 
Opa nods. "Yes, Damian?" 
Damian says "Something small. You saw it this afternoon." 
Damian spreads out Surprise Attack. 
Opa nods, smiling at the recollection. "Oh, yes...I still have to find a 
  place for that." 
Damian says "I wanted to show it to the others." 

This tapestry shows the dramatic conflict between two foes as it 
comes to a head. A ginger-colored feline crouches at the side of a tidal 
pool. The bright sun reflecting in the brilliantly clear water shows the 
blue sky above and illuminates the white sand at the bottom. Several 
brightly colored fish swim in the pool, and the feline's blue eyes are 
fixated upon them. A paw is extended out over the pool, readied to 
expertly hook and flip a small fish out onto the shore for a quick lunch. 
However, all is not as easy as it appears. A familiarly shaped shadow 
crosses the rocks near the feline, and a Gold Firelizard can be seen 
reflected in the pool's surface. The firelizard's feet are splayed and it 
appears to be about to land and shove the feline into the pool. Its 
target seems unaware of the firelizard as it descends. Both the feline 
and the firelizard wear collars or ribbons colored the lavendar and white 
of Weavercraft. 

Fiona covers her mouth to hide a laugh as the tapestry is unfolded, then 
  looks around for her firelizard. 

Weavers> Morayne gonna poof for a while... don't +tidy me out! 

Damian unrolls the tapestry and holds it up. 
Gossamer bursts out of *between* warbling, then looks for a landing site. 
Jekar grins at Damian's tapestry. "Clever." He chuckles, fondly scritching 
  his brown 'lizard, then his bronze. 
Opa leans to one of her tablemates. "The water really is very well done..." 
Gossamer soars downward to land near the tapestry, chirpling curiously. She 
  cocks her head at Damian. 
Damian looks very worried as Goss and Co show up. He shoots a glance down, 
  but doesn't say anything. 
Bass perches on the back of a vacated chair, wurbling down to Gossamer. 
Opa chuckles. "Perhaps they like the tapestry?" 
Damian looks at Gossamer. "No it didn't happen. At least not yet." 
Broccal says "Wow, Damian, that's a nice tapestry. Good work!" 
Fiona's hand moves from her mouth to her eyes in embarassment as the 
  'lizard appears. She laughs softly at Damian's comment. 
Damian smiles at the praise, his ears turning slightly pink. 

Weavers> Duvetyne says, "I should go, people in this house are wanting to 
  go to bed. ;p" 
Weavers> Broccal says, "Bye, Ty" 
Weavers> Opa waves...thanks for coming on your vacation, Ty! :) 
Weavers> Damian says, "Night." 

Gossamer makes a small noise at Damian, then appears to study the scene 
  carefully, as if for future reference. 

Weavers> Duvetyne waves. :) 
Weavers> Fiona says, "Night!" 

Bass studies the tapestry intently as well, with a chirplenod. 
Damian looks around, making sure everyone saw it, and then rolls it up and 
  puts it aside. 
Damian picks up Surprise Attack. 
Jorai grins, "Well executed, Damian. A sight better than I can produce." 
Broccal leans in to whisper to Jorai. 
Damian sits down. "Thankee. I had some trouble with the reflection, 
  but...." 
Jekar * goes OOC? :) *hopeful* :> 
Broccal turns off his rp-hat and listens to the zooming Opa 
Damian reaches up and turns on his OOC light. 

Weavers> Fiona giggles. By my clock, Opa has 15 minutes to break her 2 hour 
  record. Can she do it? ;) 
Weavers> Broccal looks skeptical 
Weavers> Jekar says, "we'll see. ;)" 

Jorai dam,ns, wanted her whisper so she could giggle girlishly ;) 
Broccal says "You do it well, Jorai" 
Opa says "Okay, the first item on our OOC agenda is Weavers vs. Tanners. I 
  sent an email about this over the mailing list, but not everyone's on the 
  list, so I just wanted to make a quick clarification that these two 
  Crafts are completely and utterly separate, even though there are no PC 
  tanners. Weavers do not work in leather, ICly. OOCly though, feel free 
  to write descriptions of leather outfits if you want, but RPing that we 
  work in leather is !canon." 
Jorai bats her eyes, thank you for noticing ;) 

Weavers> Opa looks durn determined! 

Maarle says "But...but...leather is so...nice. :)" 
Jorai heees 
Jekar nodnods. It's so....tight. ;) 
Fiona never got tha temail I don't think and she's on the list... 
Opa heaves everyone's minds out of the gutter? :) 
Broccal looks over at Fiona and thinks... LEATHER 
Damian didn't get it either, but remembers one from a few months ago. 
Opa says "Any questions about that before I go on to item #2?" 
Fiona blinks at broccal. HRm? 
Opa can re-email anyone who asks. :) 
Jekar is gonna join the tannercraft now...Opa, can he have your 
  measurements? ;) 
Jorai starts measuring Fiona for new hot pants ;) 
Opa uhhh... 
Damian says "Hey, get out of the gutter, guys. You're blocking my 
  periscope." 
Fiona bats everyone off, "sheesh!" :) 
Broccal rises to help Jorai with the measurements. 
Maarle didn't get the e-mail. 

Weavers> Broccal says, "10 minutes" 
Weavers> Fiona braces for the next MegaOpa paragraph... 

Opa says "Okay! Item #2 - A Growing Problem: Varina pointed this one out, 
  and we're in agreement on the ICness of this one. Apparently there have 
  been a number of pets roaming around the Hall lately...felines and such? 
  Y'all should know that this is highly frowned upon by your CM and C2. 
  :) Pets like this shed all over people's commissions, they're unclean 
  in eating areas, etc. etc. So if you're going to have pets, be prepared 
  for some angry-master roleplay. :)" 

Weavers> Opa grins at Fiona. 

Jekar CHEERS! And angry drudge-guy RP too. 
Haldi grins. Does Daymon count in that category? 
Damian was. IC, he's been careful. 
Maarle oohs. "Remind me to find a family of stray felines... :)" 
Fiona giggles at Haldi, "I'm beginning to think so, yes." 

[Opa disconnects] 

Broccal loved those books, btw 
Fiona hushes y'all. "She's back/" ;) 
Opa *KILL*... 

Weavers> Jekar grants Opa an extra 2:30 minutes due to connection loss. 

Maarle *RUN* 

Weavers> Opa says, "Thank you. :)" 

... 
Broccal ducks the killer rays of opa-hate 
Maarle :) 
Opa says "Alright...where was I...did anyone have any other comments on the 
  pets thing?" 

Weavers> Damian says, "Congratulations. With 3 net bungees, you get one 
  free." 
Weavers> Opa woohoo! 

Maarle says "Yah...we're all getting pets. :)" 
Jekar uhms, just a few bids for people pets. 
Fiona says "And Gabby's bringing Esyth back to eat them." 
Opa grins. Okay, item 3... 
Maarle says "She's my sis! She wouldn't do that, nopenope! :)" 
Fiona hehs at Mrl, "You'd be rather amazed at what your sister would do." 
  :P 
Broccal woohoos 
Jekar says "Not /that/ sounds interesting." 
Maarle REALLY doesn't want to know...if it involves leathers and pets. ;) 
Opa says "Weaver Encyclopedia! Yes, we're still looking for volunteers to 
  write stuff...and now, all that is currently available for the 
  encyclopedia is up and running on the infobot, so you can see what we 
  have and don't have. There are some formatting errors which I still have 
  to talk to Tiercel about, but you can get the general idea from what's 
  there now." 
Jekar wants to meet said sister... ;) 
Tasmin says "Been there, done that. Still have trouble walking, Jekar." 
Fiona chuckles, "Take Tasmin's advice." 
Damian says "You guys are blocking my periscope again." 
Tasmin notes Gabby's not to be trifled with. 'specially with that 
  pet-eating dragon. 
Opa oh, that reminds me. :) Opa has a rider friend at Benden who rides a 
  brown dragon who just *adores* cats as snacks, so watch it. :) 
Maarle will have a ferret for a pet then. :) 
Haldi grins. Esyth already had ferret snack, if I recall. 
Fiona nodnods, "Esyth is getting into the habit too. She already ate a 
  ferret, Maarle." 
Maarle will have a shipfish for a pet? 
Jekar ohs. And just may volunteer to write...*/laff/ at Tasmin.* Now I'm 
  looking forward even /more/... "And I have a very close brownrider friend 
  with a Surly Troth Brown dragon that'll happily gobble up anything that 
  isn't firelizard-ine or human-ine." 
Opa says "The encyclopedia, for those who don't know, is an online 
  reference guide full of weaver-related info to help out with any Weaver 
  RP that requires technical Weaver-type knowledge. :)" 
Cyllan says "Ferrets are def !canon!" 
Jekar says "Do we really know this? :)" 
Broccal says "Speak to the current herdermaster" 
Cyllan nods. 
Fiona says "Ferrets are nasty little dragon biting creatures that should be 
  banned from all weyrs. but anyway..." 
Cyllan says "Its a big contention, believe me" 
Opa agrees with Cyllan. :) 
Cyllan says "Vermin wouldn't have been imported :)" 
Opa says "Anyway, that's it...I'm opening the floor. Anyone? Anyone? 
  (bueller?)" 
Jekar believes it. He was wondering, and thinks it's dubious. But never has 
  he read that they were /or/ weren't brought... 
Cyllan says "Nopes to Opa" 
Tasmin says "No and lets end reallly quickl ;)" 
Damian says "Well, I could see a case for them, since they traditionally 
  have been pest hunters, but I think felines did that well enough." 
Fiona wavies at Opa, "The seacraft TP." :) 
Jekar jumps up, waving his hand... 
Maarle jumps into the floor and notes it's open. aieeeee!!! 
Broccal says "Have we gotten anywhere with that mentor thing?" 
Opa personally thinks tunnelsnakes would have killed ferrets off by now 
  even if they had been brought...yes, Jekar? 
Opa looks sheepishly at Broccal. That's one of the things that's still on 
  hold. Stay tuned, I swear I'll get to work on it now that my RL has 
  calmed down. :) 
Jekar just /reminds/ you all that Johann is obsolete unless I'm not 
  connected. And I'm not /really/ a drudge. But not an apprentice either. 
  So y'all can /kinda/ boss me around. Thanks. :) 
Opa ack, didn't realise Fiona posed before Jekar. Okay, Jekar, then Fiona. 
  :} 
Maarle kewlies...power...muhuhahahahahaa! 
Fiona says "I've set in works a TP with the seacraft hall involving a large 
  order of sailcloth, some of which is to be dyed pink for Tiemar's ship 
  (It'll be so purty ;) Anyone interested in RPing putting together the 
  order or in going with me to deliver it, let me know. :)" 
Opa grins. Johann is not obsolete, he's our NPC baker. :) 
Broccal arches an eyebrow at Mrl, Spock-style 
Fiona just barely squeeked in before Jekar, anyway. :) 
Damian says "I will. Damian's from a Seahold, and has worked with sailcloth 
  before." 
Jekar *is* a baker though. Ask Fiona. She said he's /versatile/. ;) 
Maarle can work on it, but what does an aspiring fibber do to help? Look 
  for hemp? Okie. :) 
Opa laughs. 
Broccal shrugs. "I'll help with it, Fiona." 
Fiona also disagrees with Jekar about his status and any apprentices caught 
  abusing him will have Me to deal with. *meaningful glare* :) 
Jekar oooohs. So protective. I'll deliver. :) 
Damian says "I assume that rope making is a Hold-by-Hold basis? Weavers 
  don't make rope?" 
Opa woo! 
Broccal says "Opa? May I say something about the mentor program before we 
  break up?" 
Opa says "Yes, sure, Broccal." 
Haldi grins at Fi. Unless they're dusty. And that's another story. 
Cyllan nods and is an ex-seacrafter holder herself 
Broccal remembers how the mentor thing was when he first started. The 
  mentor helped out the mentee with basic questions about the mush and with 
  playing as a weaver. 
Broccal says "I'd be glad to be a mentor to someone like that, Opa." 
Maarle hehes. "Broccal...be my mentor? ;)" 
Fiona giggles at Haldi, Hrm, yes..."Anyone interested in the TP please 
  +mail me since I've got a brain like a sieve. Thak you." :) 
Broccal says "Taskmaster, perhaps, Maarle" 
Opa nods. I agree...I think the mentors can serve an OOC purpose as well as 
  an IC one, if they're keen. 
Maarle baps Broccal. 
Broccal says "Keen here meaning, agreeable to the concept, or meaning 
  bright?" 
Morayne sniggers, "I think he'd like that." 
Opa says "Agreeable. :)" 
Jekar thinks he needs a mentor. :) 
Fiona gets +mailspammed. Cool. :) "I'm more than willing to mentor anyone 
  interested." :) 
Broccal says "when you first set it up, would the journeyrankers and 
  masters choose their mentees, or would you assign htem?" 
Maarle says "He meaning Broccal? Not me, of course. :)" 
Damian isn't that familiar with MUSH code and such, so he won't mentor at 
  this point. Maybe later. 
Maarle says "Assign. :)" 
Fiona muhahas at Maarle, "You're all mine, though." ;) 

Weavers> Jorai says, "I'm gonna have to bail before I'm looking at 4 hours 
  of sleep :}" 

Opa says "Well, that's one of the things that I need to go over. But 
  ideally it'd be a combination of both." 

Weavers> Damian says, "Night." 
Weavers> Broccal says, "Bye, Jorai!" 

Maarle shudders and appeals to a higher court. 
Morayne nopes. Mrl. ;) "I can help with the mush part...weavers, I might 
  need one. ;)" 
Cyllan giggles and can do code and allsorts but isn't ICly in teh position 
Maarle :) 

Weavers> Maarle says, "Nighters Jorai. :)" 
Weavers> Jekar says, "If Opa's done...she made it." 
Weavers> Morayne says, "Nightnight. :)" 
Weavers> Fiona snugsJorai. Night! and congrats. :) 
Weavers> Opa waves to Jorai...thanks lots for coming! 
Weavers> Jekar added extra time for all those net burps, btw. :) 
Weavers> Jorai hugs! Thanks! Night :) 

Broccal nods. True. "Two ways of looking at that. Give us a list of apps to 
  choose from, or we send you a list and you choose. 

Weavers> Opa grins brightly. Am I done? 

Jorai ohs, I'd like to have a little gopher, too, if we're gonna go with 
  that ;) 
Opa nods, taking notes. There's an idea. 
Jekar ooohs. He's a gopher. 
Maarle says "How about this: Stick a bunch of poor saps names into some 
  available list, then have the mentees choose. :)" 
Broccal points to Maarle. "that's another idea, but I don't know if that 
  would work. 
Morayne hrms. Go for a preference deal... that waypeople never know if no 
  one wants them. 
Opa says "Well, new apprentices wouldn't know the journeyrankers and 
  masters of this hall from Adam. :)" 
Maarle says "Exactly. :)" 
Opa says "Well, like I said, I *swear* honest treely ruly that I will be 
  working on figuring this one out and getting a workable proposal together 
  for everyone. How's that?" 
Damian says "Works for me." 
Morayne grins and bows to the great CM. "Sounds good." 
Opa says "Then we can thrash that out...and if anyone has any thoughts, let 
  me know!" 

Weavers> Cyllan thinks she's gunna go to bed. Nearly 5 here 

Damian says "I know! The Wheel O' Mentors! :)" 

Weavers> Opa still can't believe you're up at that time, Cyllan! 
Weavers> Maarle says, "5 pm? :)" 

Opa laughs! :) Alright, anyone else got anything they want to bring up? 
Fiona says "I kinda like all the ideas, so I'm flexible. :)" 

Weavers> Cyllan grins. I can't do it often, s'why I don't get around much 
  :) No, Maarle - 5am! 

Maarle says "Umm...lemme think...hrm...well...uh...nope. :)" 
Opa hefts her gavel and holds it threateningly above the table. Going... 
Damian nopes. Nera says, "Cat Power" again and lapses into IC silence. 
Maarle slips into Opa's hand a squeaking, plastic hammer. :) 
Fiona has one idea... 
Opa says "Yep?" 
Jekar glares at that cat. Just /wait/ until he has a FL fair built up... 
Fiona says "Crosscrafting. Especially with the woodcraft. Just a thought to 
  be thunk about and discussed later. :)" 
Opa oohs and writes that down too, thanks Fiona! Okay, again...Going... :) 
Broccal is confused. "with the woodcraft? 
Damian says "And minercraft with precious stones and brocades and such." 
Maarle says "Crosscrafting? As in you can in effect, double-craft?" 
Fiona noodles, "Making looms and stuff. Minecraft too. Yup." 
Tasmin says "Crosscrafting with starsmiths! Telescoping skirts 'n stuff ;)" 
Opa says "Going...?" 
Maarle urms...uhs...ahs...starsmiths? 
Fiona seconds the motion! 
Morayne hides a sniggers. No, Tas, not that... 
Broccal shakes his head. "not that group of ********* 
Maarle grins. "Hrm...two starsmith alts... ;)" 
Opa whomps the gavel down on the table. >SQUEAK!!!< Meeting is officially 
  over. Thank you *so* much for bearing with another incredibly long and 
  hideous meeting! :} 
Jekar hms. Cross craft with glasscraft. Ouch. 
Morayne corrects, "Three." 
Cyllan giggles and does the completely OOC thing and @tel's home. NIght all 
Cyllan climbs up onto her cot. 
Broccal says "That one wasn't so long" 
Maarle says "Three? Oh yeah...aiee!" 
Damian reaches up and turns off the OOC light. 
Morayne rolls her eyes. Duh... ;) 

Weavers> Cyllan waves. Thanks for teh promo! 

Damian says "Night all." 
Opa sods off to call her SO back and go to bed. Hugs all round, guys. :)