Craft Dinner and Meeting

Annik - Wednesday, July 10, 2002, 7:01 PM

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Smith Dining Hall

As you step into this large room, rows upon rows of tables first greet you. The scars and spots in the wood and the benches distinguish them as apprentice benches, victims to younsters' curiosity about their first blades. Farther into the hall are groups of round tables with chairs, journeymen tables it would seem and finally across the top of the room sits one long table. The master's table is on a slightly raised dais, no doubt to allow the masters to keep a better eye on the apprentices during the meal. A swinging door near the apprentice tables gives a glimpse into the bustling kitchen.

A large metal door to the west leads out to the main meadow.

Contents:

Niobe

Loren

Desh

Carissa

Obvious exits:

Kitchens  Main Meadow 

 

Ofira comes out from the kitchen, leaving the doors swinging.

Ofira has arrived.

 

Ofira smiles, "Good evening...Senior Apprentice. I'm Craftmaster Ofira. Of the baker craft. I'm afraid that I'm here to interfere and get in the way and all sorts of masterly things."

 

Desh wipes his fingers off on his apron, trotting toward the apprentice tables and pulling out a chair. He nods and says some quiet greetings to a few of the other apprentices.

 

Desh sits down at the apprentice tables.

 

Ofira sits down at the master's table.

 

Niobe now smiles fully, nodding her head at the woman. "Well met, Ofira. I'll be looking forward to you interference - it /can/ get boring around here sometimes." The Apprentice winks conspiratorily at Loren and the Baker, and then waves as she heads over to the Sr. Journeyman's table.

 

Carissa sits down at the journeyman tables.

 

Annik walks in with a large smile. "Evening, everyone!" She glances around and notices the Baker. "Oh, Craftmaster, it's a pleasure to have you with us tonight," she says as she heads towards her seat.

 

Loren gently leads Ofira to the master's table, seating her next to Annik, in his own chair, then takes the next chair, startling another master who was aiming for the same one. Loren grins and shrugs to the old fellow, before settling.

 

Loren stands and leaves the apprentice tables.

 

You sit down at the master's table.

 

Loren sits down at the master's table.

Loren joins you.

 

Ofira smiles, "Craftmaster Annik! A pleasure, as always. I'll just sit here quietly. I wouldn't want to take advantage of Loren's kindness. Just pretend I'm not here."

 

Desh tilts his head up curiously as another apprentice tells him something. He observes Ofira for a few moments, then nods to the young man he was speaking with.

 

The cooks burst from the kitchens, carrying the normal variety of drinks and baskets of crunchy breadsticks. These are quickly passed out to each of the tables, and the servers return to the kitchen.

 

Carissa moves in an almost absent-minded way at the farthest end of the Journeyman's table, where the table hasn't filled yet.

 

Loren takes a few bread sticks and places them on his plate, then sips more of his mulled cider. He looks about then surrepticiously dips one bread stick in the cider, then happily munches it.

 

Annik shakes her head at Ofira as she pours herself some klah. "Nonsense. You're our guest, and a Craftmaster, so you can feel free to enjoy yourself."

 

Desh nods to Carissa, lips quirking up slightly at the corners, if she happens to look his way. He takes a basket of breadsticks, takes one, and then passes it along down the table.

 

It might be somewhat odd, but Niobe has more friends at the regulat Apperntice table than at the Seniors - where she is seated. The young woman nods and smiles at her peers, but she constantly looks over to grin at Desh and a few others she's befriended. Also, her usual sketchbook and pencil are missing this evening.

 

Ofira's eyebrows go up as she sips her ale once more. "Really?" There's something faintly ominous about this, but for now, she just sits back comfortably.

 

Annik pauses to peer at the Baker for a moment, a faint smile on her face, but she shrugs. "Sure. You're no lowly apprentice," here she takes a moment to wink towards the apprentice tables, "so why not."

 

Carissa selects a breadstick from the basket shoved to the end of the table she's mentally sectioned off.

 

Ofira raises her mug of ale towards Annik, "Craftmaster, thank you for making me so welcome," she says formally, though her smile is much warmer.

 

Desh nods to Niobe, murmuring, "Good evening."

 

Loren dunks once again, then finishes off the bread stick. "I wonder if the cooks are in a tizzy? I know they sure looked shocked when Master Ofira and I walked through, arm in arm." he grins.

 

Wen comes in from the main meadow.

Wen has arrived.

 

Ofira helps herself to a breadstick, breaking it in half carefully and studying it. "Tizzy? I hardly think so...Bakers are always calm and in control..." she murmurs, in stark contrast to fact.

 

The cooks return with the first course: trays full of an assortment of fruit slices. There are berries of all sorts, chunks of melon, redfruit, peaches, pears, and even some kiwi.

 

Wen walks slowly in, her stiff gait an indication of her advancing years. She peers at the apprentices as she walks past their tables, then steps up to the masters raised platform, taking her customary seat, the one nearwest the apprentices.

 

Wen sits down at the master's table.

Wen joins you.

 

Niobe sees Desh looking at her, and wiggles her fingers in a subdued 'hello' gesture. Her grin more than makes up for the intervening distance, though.

 

Ofira taps one of the cooks on the shoulder, murmuring something about the breadstick that makes the woman throw her apron up over her head and flee the room.

 

Desh chews cheerfully enough on a breadstick, devouring it in typical Smithishly voracious fashion. He takes some redfruit slices and berries, then passes the plate along, pausing to watch the poor cook flee the room. "Oh, dear."

 

Annik returns Ofira's smile. "You're always welcome, of course. Besides, your wonderfully trained Bakers are the ones who make us our delicious dinners." Her eyes widen as the fruit is brought in. "Ooh, I wonder how they managed all that."

 

Niobe grins broadly as she sees the fresh fruit coming, and takes a vast helping of the intoxicating stuff - settling into it almost immediately. A stifled giggle as the cook ducks beneath apron.

 

Ofira says cordially to Annik, "Only with the help of your ovens and the wonderful kitchen gadgets you keep designing for us. Some of them have been truly amazing!" she says quite sincerely.

 

Annik serves herself a little bit of everything, eyeing the selection happily. "It's the least we can do," she replies and pops some raspberries into her mouth.

 

Loren beams and grins past Ofira to Annik. 'See?' he seems to be thinking. He then picks out chinks of pear and adds some red berries to his plate.

 

Ofira helps herself to some fruit. "This is so fresh," she admires, "At this time of the turn too. Apparently you have some excellent connections. And nicely arranged too."

 

Wen eyes the fruit with aroused interest, carefully spooning melon and refruit pieces onto her plate. She uses a well made fork to spear one slice and munches it, momentarily smiling. She catches herself and resumes her stern perusal of the busily eating apprentices.

 

Desh munches on bits of fruit, lips slightly quirked. Another apprentice makes some remark, turning a piece of melon; several around her shake their heads and grin. Quite possibly, they're marvelling as well.

 

Annik nods at Ofira. "I didn't even know we could get fruit like this in winter, but I guess our Headwoman found a way to work it out. It is nice to have something fresh now and then, after all the preserves and dried stuff we usually have."

 

Loren murmers, "I suppose a rider was involved, I recall seeing a blue in the meadow about noontime." he manages around his chewing on a pear chunk.

 

Managing to overhear Annik, Niobe nods in unconscious enthusiasm, most of her fruit having disappeared into her maw.

 

Ofira nods, "A good headwoman can achieve a lot, I've noticed. So, if now isn't an inappropriate time, I had a few questions that I'd wanted to ask...it's why I stopped by originally. That and to say hello."

 

After a few moments, the cooks and kitchen staff are back again. They carefully carry in small wherry pies, fresh out of the ovens, and set one in front of each person.

 

Annik raises an eyebrow and looks over at Ofira as she swallows a mouthful of fruit. "Oh?"

 

Ofira nods as she takes a serving of the wherry pie onto her plate, "Jorenan was reading a scroll recently...it mentioned something about a type of glass that can withstand the heat of an oven. Is that pure fantasy, or is it something that might be developed in the forseeable future?" I'm intrigued by the idea, I don't mind telling you."

 

One of the servers flutters her eyelashes too much at one of the apprentices; she neglects to watch what she's doing sufficiently, and one young apprentice with orange hair gets a lapful of hot wherry pie. He yelps, causing numerous heads to turn. Desh's fork pauses halfway to his mouth as he looks over.

 

Wen almost grins as she watches the apprentices joyful surprised faces. She doesn't let it last though, and makes room for the wherry pie in front of her. She uses her belt knife to carefully slice the pie into quarter, then lays the blade on the plate edge while she uses her fork to good effect.

 

Niobe grunts slightly as she sits back - her wherry pie being presented before the cook moves to serve the next person. Ahh... she /likes/ these. Utensils are deftly jabbed into the stuffed crust, carefully tossing and turning meat and vegetables inside so as to cool them off enough to eat without danger. A sharp look at the shrieking apprentice with the hot pie in his lap draws a part giggle part moan of sympathy from the woman.

 

Annik opens her mouth to answer, but is interruped by the apprentice's yelp. She glaces over with a stern look, then returns her attention to Ofira. "Ah, yes. I'm sure we could definitely manufacture something of that sort. We have been experimenting a bit with increasing strength, and things like that." She picks up her fork and pokes it into her pie.

 

Wen's head jerks up and she stands, peering at the apprentice. "Are you injured, Threil?" she calls.

 

The young apprentice scoops pie off his lap, batting away the hands of the embarassed server. "No, thanks... uh!" His face red, the apprentice looks over at Wen and shakes his head hurredly. "No, ma'am!"

 

Ofira smiles faintly at the apprentice's plight, her attention mostly on Annik. "That is something that obviously we would have a great interest in. If it isn't too much trouble, I'd love to be kept up to date on your research. And of course we'd be happy to test any sort of vessel that you make."

 

Wen relaxes and settles back into her chair. "Well, if it's bothering you, go put snow on it, like you would a forge cinder burn. The longer you keep it on, the faster the healing.

 

Annik takes a few bites of her pie and nods to Ofira. "Yes, of course. I'll start some journeymen on making prototypes and send them over as soon as they're ready."

 

Niobe has waved enough cool air onto her pie to take a decent forkful. Mmmm...

 

Ofira smiles, "Wonderful! Some of the other masters will be very excited about that." She takes a bite of her pie, chewing thoughtfully. She swallows and remarks, pleased, "That's the work of Journeyman Agleith, if I've ever tasted it. Perhaps...if you'd excuse me briefly, I'd like to go say hello to her."

 

Threil's head bobs, and once the pie is sufficiently cleaned up, he trots toward the exit to do just that. Some of the junior apprentices giggle helplessly as he passes. Desh eats in silence, averting his eyes from the highly embarassed serving girl, who is hastily finishing her duties.

 

Loren shoves his chair back, then stands, helping Master Ofira with her chair. "Well, it's very good. I hope you'll agree."

 

Annik nods in between bites of her own pie. "Sure, and do thank her for us, for making a wonderful dinner."

 

Ofira nods, "It certainly is very good," she says to Loren, nodding her gratitude for his courtesy. "I'll return shortly."

 

Ofira pushes through the swinging doors leading into the kitchens.

Ofira has left.

 

Loren watches the baker leave then resumes his seat. He mops up some of the pie's gravy with a chunk of bread, savoring each bite. "I hope we have this again, soon." he murmers to Annik, while glancing at certain apprentices.

 

Annik nods at Loren as she scrapes up the last pieces of her pie. "It is very good. Especially during a cold season like this."

 

As people begin to finish off their pies, the cooks emerge from the kitchens with the final course. Tonight, dessert consists of a warm bread pudding. A few large dishes of it are placed on each table.

 

"This is /excellent!" Niobe comments to one of her tablemates, having finished half the pie already.

 

Desh finishes up his pie, glancing over at the bits abandoned by the unfortunate Threil speculatively for a moment. No, he won't eat those.

 

Loren sips from his mug, nodding in agreement with Annik. He silently waits for her to get her serving of pudding.

 

Annik pushes away her empty pie dish and heaps a few large spoonfuls of dessert onto a plate before passing it on.

 

Loren takes the large bowl and spoons out a couple of dollops for himself, then passes the bowl. He sprinkles some pepper on his, then carefully tastes the results. He promptly adds more pepper. "Now bread pudding should have a little bite to it." he comments.

 

When presented with the dessert, Niobe makes a small face, and continues to consume the rest of her wherry pie. After she's done, her spoontip carefully lifts /only/ the pudding to her lips, avoiding the bread part of it as much as possible.

 

Annik raises her eyebrows at Loren as she takes a mouthful of her bread pudding. "A bite? It seems fine to me the way it is, but then I've never thought bread pudding should be peppery."

 

Desh digs in vigorously, being served and demolishing a large portion of pudding. As enthusiastic as he is, young Garris nearly inhales his food, and alas, Desh is beaten in the race.

 

Loren polishes off his serving and slides the empty plate away. He uses the finger bowl and napkin to clean his fingers, watching some of the journeymen, then glancing to the far end of the master's table.

 

Niobe reaches for her large mug of klah, and adds some sweetener, drinking heartily from the piping warm contents. Much better than bread pudding, in her estimation.

 

Annik swallows the last of her dessert and washes it down with klah. A satisfied sigh escapes as she sits back in her chair and watches the dirty dishes being taken back to the kitchens.

 

Desh has a long pull on his mug of cider, half-listening to a conversation about forge temperatures going on around him.

 

Wen pushes her empty plate away, then looks to Annik, Carissa and Loren, eyebrow raised.

 

After glancing around to see that nearly everyone has finished eating, Annik looks over to Wen and nods.

 

Movement at the head table; Desh looks over attentively as Wen rises, lowering his mug.

 

Wen gets to her feet slowly and puts a hand in her pocket. She waits for the apprentices to fall silent before announcing, "There are some changes in seating order. Senior Apprentice Niobe, would you kindly come here? I have a small task for you." she smiles.

 

Niobe stands quickly but smoothly, golden-brown eyes glinting as she steps over to Wen - containing her grin for once.

 

Carissa smiles slightly, coming back to life. Her eyes follow Niobe up to the Master's table.

 

Wen leans down and hands something to the apprentice, and murmers a word to her. She straightens and watches.

 

Annik silently watches the proceedings, her mouth neutral, but her eyes sparkling.

 

Desh watches with curiosity, head cocked.

 

Niobe takes the small handful from MasterWen, and casually strolls over to the main Apprentice table. The young woman lets now bland eyes flit back and forth from face to face, as she circles the long table. Ooh, she's being extra mean!

 

Wen clears her throat, ominously, and jerks her head towrds Niobe.. but her face doesn't have her usual sterness tonight.

 

Several apprentices sit up a little straighter, peering hopefully at Niobe. Desh reaches up to scratch his cheek, a pensive - well, more pensive than usual - look crossing his face.

 

Niobe keps this up only long enough to rile the Apprentices, but not the Masters. After Wen clears her throat, the woman sighs softly and speeds up a little - to bump her hip slighly against a young man's back. "Apprentice Desh, would you be so kind to join us at the Senior Apprentice's table?" Now her eyes are smiling, along with her entire face.

 

Niobe blinks, and quickly stuffs the knot into Desh's hand, reddening slightly.

 

Annik lets her smile appear as the knot is handed to Desh. "Congrats!" she calls.

 

Desh blinks, and his lips quirk up at the corners - nearly an actual smile at that. "I - I - thank you, Niobe," he says, rising from his seat, clutching the knot. He turns toward the head table, flushing a little as he bows his head to them, too. "Thank you."

 

"Congrats, Desh!" Niobe squees happily as the young man rises, thumping him heartily on his back. "Follow me!" and she heads back to the Sr. Appy table.

 

Carissa claps and grins, "Yeah Desh!"

 

Many apprentices stomp their feet and clap, shouting 'Walk, Desh, Walk' over and over again. And not a few Journeymen join in too.

 

Desh laughs a little, clearly surprised, and somehow manages to push his chair at the apprentice table in quickly before trotting after Niobe.

 

Niobe waits until Desh seats himself at an open seat, and just keeps on grinning like an idiot.

 

Loren claps too, then when things settle, he looks to Annik.

 

Annik looks over at Wen again, to see if she has any other business.

 

Desh stands and leaves the apprentice tables.

 

Desh settles with a little awkwardness into a seat at the senior apprentice's table, fussing with his knots to switch them.

 

Niobe can't help but snickering, and she rests a hand on Desh's other shoulder before turning to Wen - nodding thoughtfully - and then retreating to her own seat.

 

Wen smiles her thanks to Niobe then announces in a clear voice, one pitched to carry well over pounding hammers and rasping saws. "Senior Apprentice Desh, you have comported yourself well, these last few turns. I expect you'll see fit to continue. Come and talk with me tomorrow before breakfast. There are some details of your plans we need to discuss." She nods to Annik as if to say 'that is all' and takes her seat once again.

 

Desh nods immediately, replying, "Yes, Apprenticemaster!" He fixes his new knot to his shoulder, surprise giving away to curiosity.

 

Niobe turns her head away from the Master's table, and silently mouths to Desh PLANS?

 

Desh shakes his head a little to Niobe, his expression growing more thoughtful.

 

Annik acknowledges Wen's nod and stands. "Evening, again, everyone. It being winter now, production has slowed considerably and will continue to do so. And what does that mean? More time to have fun in the snow, of course! As usual, we'll be hauling out the winter equipment. Now, we still have a lot of work to do, so we can come out ahead when spring rolls around, but do take some time to enjoy yourself outside, because you know this is about the only chance you'll get every turn." She glances at her Craftseconds. "Anything to add, Loren? Carissa?"

 

Loren shakes his head, "Just that icing down door handles and steps is still forbidden. Anyone caught doing so will be kept /very/ busy the rest of the winter."

 

Niobe mumbles softly to the apprentice next to her right, "That's not funny at all! Someone could get killed."

 

Carissa smirks, "Just this: this year, apprentices.. Wait til the ice has frozen over until you try to skate? I didn't appreciate having to get someone to fish Sr. Apprentice Vorin from the pond last winter." Her eyes twinkle wickedly as the boy sinks down in his seat.

 

Annik chuckles at Loren and Carissa. "Well said."

 

Annik sets the OOC lamp ablaze.

 

Desh dances. Wooble!

 

Carissa throws bags of oroe's!

 

Annik brings out her mountain of pillows and tosses a few around.

 

Wen pops off her shoes and sighs. "Where's the beefcake?"

 

Carissa points to Loren and winks at Wen, "Does he work?"

 

Desh says "I'm hurt."

 

Wen eyes the younger fellow and sniffs. "Seldom, is what I observe.

 

Loren @thwaps Wen.

 

Annik smiles. Alrighty. How is everyone?

 

Carissa laughs!

 

Niobe needs to be elseMU* right now. I'm fine, though. :)

 

Wen says "I've been paging Desh about 'posting' to other areas. Perhaps I should continue it out loud?"

 

Desh says "I'd be curious to hear what everyone else thinks, too, yeah."

 

Annik ohs? Go ahead. I was just going to say something about that, but you first.

 

Niobe will be a passive listener. :)

 

Wen says "I've found posting a smith to seldom work out. ... Most become idle and then are gone. Carissa is our major exception! :)"

 

Carissa tries very hard not to preen, "I figured you'd get bored without me eventually ;)"

 

Annik nods.

 

Niobe says "I'd still be active. I promise. :)"

 

Carissa threatens to hunt people down ;)

 

Wen says "The main problem seems to be that people in other areas don't know what/how to RP with a smith. They know relatively little about us, what a smith can and can't do, so they tend to avoid RPing.. plus many seem to also regard posted smiths as 'temporary' and don't want to commit a lot of RP time and character development. What I've found works best to to go to the area on the pretext of helping with some sort of smith project, letting everyone know right away why you are there, and that you are probably temporary.. and if you find that you like it there, talk to the leaders about posting."

 

Desh nodnods.

 

Annik nods. Mmm hmm. Sounds fine to me.

 

Carissa nods. "It tends to work best if it is just temporary.. after a few months, people know you, you get boring.. ;)"

 

Wen says "The 'project' has a /lot/ of advantages, It set the stage for your RP, provides material to use in RP and in general provides some structure to your time there. If you lie it there and want to stay, youcan also work out a way to remain, like being handfasted to a resident there or to take on a special responsibility, like sprayer repair and maintenance at a weyr, or farrier work at a hold, etc."

 

Desh says "Do you have to get permission to start hanging about with a 'project'?"

 

Wen says "And remember, you can always come back to the hall if you see someone here, on the pretext of getting something the project needs, or to carry reports and info back to the hall. ... Please talk your project over with one of us leaders, so we can advise on problems, changes and smooth the way with the areas involved."

 

You say "Well, jmen are still going to be 'posted', if they want to. They don't need to just find a reason to stay. They can if they want to remain temporary."

 

You say "Here's what I've been thinking about though: rotating postings. I don't want anyone to stay at a posting long enough for it to get boring and cause the character to idle out."

 

Desh says "That's an interesting idea."

 

You say "We could either rotate one whole group, or partner people up to cut back on the constant admin changes."

 

Niobe says "What id someone has a mate at a posting, or really LIKES it there?"

 

Wen nodnods. "Don't be afraid of moving on. Change can be the best thing for RP. Riders don't like to transfer much, because they have a /lot/ invested in an area and the area has a lot invested in them. Crafters are about the only characters on here who can move from one area to another without stigma.

 

Wen says "Well, that a pretty good sign you like it there and /should/ stay. :)"

 

You say "Well, it would depend on how the rotations go. Either way, I really do want some time required for Jmen to come back to hall. They get out of touch being away all the time."

 

Desh nodnods.

 

You say "We could do both: permanent and rotating posts, but people will have to let us know what they want. If they're getting bored, they need to say something and not just let themselves idle out."

 

Carissa sobs, "Alas, alack, my time is up.."

 

You say "We could set up something like designate seasons for people to spend time at the hall. Maybe every spring we could have the jmen come back and visit, and they'd return to their postings in the summer."

 

Annik waves at Carissa. Make sure to read the log. :)

 

Carissa will. *hugs all* Night, guys.

 

Carissa goes home.

Carissa has left.

 

Wen nods. "Beware of handfasting... there's a lot of problems that can come up. I've had alts handfasted and then had the player go idle on me, because of changes in RL situations.

 

Niobe nods. Beware like the plague.

 

Annik smiles. Well, anyone who handfasts a jman crafter should beware that they're liable to be moved around.

 

Wen says "If handfasting would be a good reason to stay, look at using an NPC mate."

 

Desh nodnods. This is all sounding good. Handfasting? Yeep. Always be careful of that junk.

 

You say "So? Feedback, please. What sounds best?"

 

Desh says "An optional rotating program would be interesting, with the journeymen coming back in spring and leaving in summer."

 

You say "Niobe, Desh, you're both nearing Jman - you'll be the ones to try these ideas out if you choose to be posted."

 

Loren says "Why buy the cow when milk's so cheap? :)"

 

Niobe nods at Annik

 

Desh nods.

 

You say "Also, from now on, I'm recalling all idle Jmen (or posted SrApps) to the hall. It doesn't do anyone any good to have idle crafters representing us."

 

Niobe nod-nods!

 

Desh says "Makes sense."

 

You say "And I don't just mean idle as in not logging in. I mean, logging in but not doing anything. If the people at your posting don't know you exist, then you're probably not doing much good there. :)"

 

Wen says "Ok.. it looks like we could easily get a 'project' going at Benden's Baker Training Center."

 

Desh nodnods. Ofira did sound happy about that sort of thing.

 

Annik nods. A lot of crafters are trying to get cross-crafting things going on.

 

You say "So, I'll talk to the current Jmen and see what they think."

 

Wen says "Yup. It's always worked in the past. Most crafters love to RP with other crafters. We tend to know more about how each other works."

 

You say "Next: RP. How're we doing as far as spontaneous RP? Is it happening ever?"

 

Desh says "Arkady and I had a small scene a few days ago. Otherwise? Not so much."

 

Loren sighs. "Sorry, I'm not on more. When school starts, I should have a lot more time.

 

Annik growls at her connection.

 

You say "Did I miss much?"

 

Desh erks. What did you see last?

 

You say "Loren sighs. "Sorry, I'm not on more. When school starts, I should have a lot more time."

 

Desh says "I've been staying in my rooms more. Sort of a lack of things to talk about ICly coupled with some burnout."

 

Annik nods. Niobe? What about you?

 

Simple lack of people when I check in - and a lack of chewy RP. ;)

 

Niobe says "That was me."

 

You say "Anything that we admins can do to make things more interesting for you on a 'daily' basis?"

 

Niobe says "Daily would be tough, I think. Maybe bi-weekly?"

 

Annik means daily in the sense of regular non-planned RP. Something to make the hall more interesting at any given time.

 

Desh says "I wonder if we could have a certain day and time or something to get together for a scene. Not necessarily anything, but just 'we all hang around in the lounge' or something."

 

You say "Well, that was part of the point for getting a list of online times. I can try to set something up, or you even could if you wanted."

 

Loren nods. "Regular times can help. When I've had an AWLM alt, having a set time and place for RP was always a big plus.

 

Niobe noddles. A meting time for RP would be nice.

 

Loren says "Of course, weyrlings are ICly restricted to a given area too, at least at first."

 

You say "If anyone wants to organize that kind of thing, you are more than welcome to. It might even be nice for apps to figure that out amongst themselves, so you can all get to know each other better. :)"

 

Desh hmmns, nods.

 

Wen eeps. "It's getting late and my eyes are getting gritty.

 

Niobe wonders who she is? ;)

 

Wen bats her gritty eyes. :)

 

You say "This leads me to my next topic: we need more apps. We have a had a lovely bunch of apprentices, but you're all moving up so well that our Jr App ranks are thinning out."

 

You say "So, any 'recuiting' that you could do would be nice. :)"

 

Desh says "Maybe another event? That's what nabbed me."

 

Wen nodnods. "'Projects' can be good for that too.

 

You say "You don't have to be pushy about it or anything, but if know someone who's interested, or someone who you think would enjoy it here (newbie or experienced player), please do nudge them to get in contact with us."

 

Annik has a whole bunch of events up her sleeve, but they need to be planned out yet.

 

Desh peeks up Annik's sleeve curiously.

 

Niobe screechs! PEEPER!

 

Annik giggles girlishly and bats at Desh.

 

Desh is a masher, yes. Snrk.

 

You say "Speaking of events, Taria sent me an idea of hers to do something with PC kids."

 

Niobe cringes!

 

Wen sneaks away. Carry on, dear friends.

 

Wen heads out the large metal door to the meadow.

Wen has left.

 

Desh says "Tiny little grubby people!"

 

Annik patpats Niobe. It's not that bad, really. Basically, she'd like to maybe do some classes or things aimed at littles, which could be fun if done creatively.

 

Desh says "Oooh. Crafts!"

 

Niobe slinks away and grrrs from under the bed.

 

You say "It's something new that we've never done before, and I think it would be interesting."

 

Loren says "After spending most of my day with kids, RL, I might not be a hoopy frood RPing more kids."

 

Desh says "We could make them evil children."

 

Loren says "Can I splat 'em? :)"

 

Desh says "Yes!"

 

Kuroyi comes in from the main meadow.

Kuroyi has arrived.

 

Desh says "Tragic accident with a machine falling. Splat."

 

Niobe says "how about precocious, intelligent ones? :)"

 

Annik smiles. Anyway, I'm going to let Taria plan that if she wants.

 

Kuroyi guesses we're to the OOC part? Hehe

 

You say "We're talking about doing classes for littles, Kuroyi."

 

Desh says "Thumbs up from the Deshster."

 

You say "Next thing: character pages. I finally wrote up a bit about Annik, and if anyone else wants to have something up about their character, they'd be more than welcome."

 

You say "There's space on the Smithcraft page if you're like me and too lazy to get your own. :)"

 

Desh shines his website.

 

Kuroyi hs like 15 mb of space but is too html clueless to figure it out just yet

 

Niobe says "Why did I just hear "Picture Pages' from Cptn. Kangaroo??? ;D"

 

Desh says "Because you are insane, Niobe. Whee, sparkly lights!"

 

Desh ducks.

 

Annik knows there's plenty of people who could help you, if you wanted, Kuroyi.

 

Loren nods. "The hardest part is getting content, the rest is pretty easy.

 

Desh would help.

 

You say "I'm not sure about the older versions of Word, but Word 2000 lets you save as a web page. It's quite nifty for html-illiterates or lazy people."

 

Loren says "Or get Netscrape.. err, Netscape. It has a webpage builder."

 

Desh says "There are a few you can download, too, for free."

 

Annik smiles. Anyway, just wanted to get that out there. And now, I'd like to unveil something that's been in the works for awhile now...

 

You say "Voila! http://www.geocities.com/sm1thcraft/app/classes.html"

 

Kuroyi says "Ooo."

 

Loren uses Netscape 3 & 4, Arachnophilia, Pagemill. The first three are free, the last is out of production. :P

 

Niobe WOOTS!

 

Desh oooooohs.

 

Annik smiles. Hopefully, this will give you some inspiration for how to RP around your classes.

 

Niobe screeches with joy! No classes until 9am for me!

 

Kuroyi sighs happily, "The joys of not being a Jr Appy heh

 

Loren says "BTW, I personally think we'd have math tools like a slide rule, since pern smiths are not ignorant of math, just electronics. :) The slide rule is most likely circular with multiple disks, but some may be three sided rods and slides."

 

Loren says "I remember some real slide rules from long ago had six or more sides."

 

Niobe nods. Absofragginlutely. Even though I have no idea how to operate one in RL. ;)

 

Desh says "No clue here, either."

 

Annik doesn't get along with math, so I'm not sure I'd want to try.

 

Niobe nods vigorously!

 

Loren blushes. "I'm from a time before electronic calculators, so I had to learn in school. They are simple things.

 

Annik patpats Loren.

 

Desh says "Math is not my friend."

 

Loren says "You can make a slide rule for adding and subtracting with a pair of rulers."

 

Annik thinks she'll just stick to her calculator. ;)

 

You say "There is one more small thing on my agenda. I want to let you all know that I'm going on vacation next week (starting the 14th) and it's very doubtful that I'll have net access."

 

Niobe says "Have a good vacation, Annik! :)"

 

Desh says "Who will eat ice cream with me late at night?"

 

Loren says "Eep! .. I'll have three boys to baby sit next week too. <sigh> .. Yes, have a good one, bosslady. :)"

 

Annik grins and pats Desh. I shouldn't be gone for more than a week, but we can have lots of ice cream when I come back. ;)

 

Annik might /possibly/ manage to get online once in awhile, to check mail, but it's doubtful. Even so, anything urgent can go +mail to me, Loren, and Carissa, as usual.

 

Desh says "Oh, alright, then. Have fun!"

 

Kuroyi nods, "I hope you havea safe trip."

 

Annik grins. Don't let the Hall die out while I'm gone. I expect to hear about many strange happenings and close calls of burning the hall down when I get back!

 

Loren sighs. "So that means no nitrating glycerine?

 

Desh says "How long will you be gone? We'll set up shifts. Like, Tuesday to Wednesday, it's Niobe's turn to try to blow up the hall."

 

Annik isn't sure exactly when I'll be back, but it won't be until the 19th at the earliest. :)

 

Annik reaches the end of her list of things to discuss. Anyone else? Anything at all that you'd like to talk about?

 

Loren waves and heads out. "Good dinner, Annik. Thanks!"

 

Annik waves to Loren.

 

Loren heads out the large metal door to the meadow.

Loren has left.

 

Niobe says "Not that I can think of. Is this meeting being logged, Annik? THIS part, I mean? :)"

 

Annik is logging, yes. I always log meetings.

 

Desh says "Oooh. Hi, mom! *wave wave*"

 

Annik smirks.

 

Desh says "I don't have any further questions or things to bring up, no."

 

Kuroyi says "I do since I missed a lot, has there been a nother official ic class date set?"

 

Annik hasn't set one, no, though I'm expecting a few Sr Apps to be doing some lessons one of these days. *ahem* :)

 

Niobe nods. I /know/, I know. Can't make up my mind...

 

Kuroyi peers at Niobe. "WAs anyone promoted?"

 

Annik nods. Desh was promoted to Sr App.

 

Desh says "I think I want to do a basic coding class, actually. So people can alllll learn to my anal-retentive specifications, mwahahaha!"

 

Kuroyi says "Awesome, Grats DEsh"

 

Annik smiles at Niobe. Just pick one. You can always do others later.

 

Desh says "Thanks, Kuroyi."

 

Kuroyi will definitely be working that night...

 

Annik nods. Coding is fine, if people are interested.

 

Niobe needs to go. Thanks for the meeting and the RP, everyone! :)

 

Niobe goes home.

Niobe has left.

 

Kuroyi says "Well I gotta get the rest of my darned music box I need to get in touch with Korynn at the harper hall"

 

Annik nods.

 

Kuroyi coughs. That reminds me I sorta bartered some hinges to woodcraft for my box part. ;)

 

Desh says "It'd be a good one if we get more junior apprentices. Some might even be glad for it."

 

Annik shrugs, that's fine. Crafters barter with each other all the time.

You say "Yes, need more juniors... I will have to think about doing another MUSHwide event, or even an area-wide event."

 

Kuroyi says "Maybe we could do something that involved TGW, like deliver ore and supplies to there as part of the tithe train?""

 

Desh says "How often do we do a craft fair? Like all the crafts - weavers and smiths and winecraft and tanners and beastcraft and stuff. Just a big gathering for all the crafts to sell stuff?"

 

Annik nods. I remember doing a tithe train a long time ago... I think. I also want to do that games day *evil grin at Desh* and do something with a new batch of fireworks. Craft fair? Um, it's been done before but not that I can remember. The craft council is, um, a little disorganized right now, but people have been talking about it.

 

Desh mutters about setq and twitches.

 

Kuroyi says "SEems like that'd drum up interest in all the crafts"

 

Desh says "Probably nutty to set up, coordinating all those people."

You say "Only thing is, it'd be pain to organize... Right."

 

Desh says "The ice cream has melded our thoughts, Annik. Ommmm."

 

Kuroyi thinks you two are very strange.

 

Annik yays!

 

Annik is strange, yes of course. :)

 

Kuroyi thinks you'd hav eto be to put up with all us nutcases ;)

 

Annik shrugs and enjoys other nutcases. We're a fun bunch, when we're around.

 

Desh says "I feel I am like a cashew, really."

 

Annik hmmms. Who wants me to do maps of the hall and put them online?

 

Kuroyi says "There aren't any in the atlas, right?"

 

Annik doesn't have the atlas. *whimper*

 

Desh says "None in the atlas. Maps? I'm indifferent to them."

 

Desh says "It's always set up differently in my head, anyway."

 

Kuroyi says "It'd help me out actually"

 

Kuroyi says "I have a hard time getting around here without going through the same rooms 10 times"

 

Annik has actually already made some in my moments of inspired boredom.

 

Desh says "May as well post them, then."

 

You say "Although there's always +lhelp map."

 

Annik will probably post them anyway, cause they're nicer to look at, and besides I'm CM so I can do whatever I want. ;)

 

Desh says "Ha ha ha. So there!"

 

Kuroyi laughs

 

You say "Btw, did either of you happen to get an e-mail reminder about the meeting?"

 

Desh knows his way around from carting people about on IC tours. Email reminder? I'll go look.

 

Kuroyi says "I did"

 

Desh rescues it from the junk mail folder.

 

Annik hmms and didn't get one. I usually do.

 

You say "I just had to be sure it actually sent, since I could swear I set it to. :)"

 

You say "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll adjourn the meeting."

 

Desh yawns, and nods.

 

Kuroyi nods. Night you two

 

Kuroyi goes home.

Kuroyi has left.

 

Annik bangs her gavel. Meeting adjourned!