Annik - Saturday, June 24, 2000
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You head through the entrance into the dining Hall.
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:
Jannea
Zartha
Loren
Wen
Carissa
Obvious exits:
Kitchens  Main Meadow

Serving people begin to file out of the kitchens, laden with bowls, plates, 
trays of mugs. They start to set the tables, dodging between the new 
arrivals deftly.

Annik runs in quietly and finds a place at the journeymen's tables.

Smithcraft> Carissa wiggles, two minutes by my clock!

Carissa wahoos! quietly. "Food!"

Zartha glances around, and follows Jannea, sitting across the apprentice 
table from her.

Smithcraft> Annik hmms, "My clock says 5:04." :)
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "well mine says 4:59"
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "5:00!"
Smithcraft> Jannea says, "4:55 here"
Smithcraft> Loren says, "And I just set mine to the National Standard. 7:03 
here."
Smithcraft> Zartha laughs. "7:03 here!"

Wen sits silently, hands folded, as she waits for dinner to be served.

Smithcraft> Argothe says, "8:00 on the nose here ;)"
Smithcraft> Annik yays! "Hi Argothe." :)
Smithcraft> Carissa snugs Arg the Pirate.

The general noise of the hall increases with clanks and clatters of plates, 
platers, mugs and jugs being placed. The hum of smith chatter fills in the 
intervals between.

Smithcraft> Loren says, "Hi Arg!"
Smithcraft> Argothe says, "Hiya everyone...I may be idlish due to one of the 
kids being sick and it being thier bedtime to boot :)"
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Any improvement?"
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!"
Smithcraft> Jannea smoochies Arg's socks off
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "fixes everything :)"
Smithcraft> Loren glowers, jealously. :)
Smithcraft> Zartha holds her nose... Arg's feet stink.

Loren leans over to Annik and whispers.

Annik sighs as she watches the servers set the tables. "I can't wait till 
they bring the food out," she mumbles to herself. "I'm starving."

Smithcraft> Argothe says, "Well with the Tylenol the fever is under 
101...He's still cranky as heck though *swooooons when smooched by Jannea* 
"Just the socks Zartha, I've still got my boots on" ;)"

Loren mutters to Annik, "... know... tonight?""

Argothe comes in from the main meadow.
Argothe has arrived.

Smithcraft> Carissa laughs!

Annik whispers back to Loren.

Annik mutters to Loren, "... idea...."

Smithcraft> Zartha giggles, and sighs in relief. She then turns to Loren, 
thinks, and decides against making him un-jealous. Sorry, Lor....

Jannea chats quietly with the girl next to her.

Zartha adds to the general hubub and chats back.

Smithcraft> Raden says, "MMmm, Popey's Chicken"

Carissa looks around, waiting for the food to make it's way towards her. She 
grins at the apprentice beside her, idling talking to the other people 
around her.

Wen nods politely to the Craftmaster as he enters and continues to wait.

Smithcraft> Carissa ers?
Smithcraft> Raden says, "Tol ya it wouldn't take long"
Smithcraft> Annik says, "Welcome back, Raden. :)"

Argothe meanders in and drifts over to the masters table, nodding to people 
and briefly greeting them as he passes and flopps down in his seat when he 
finally gets there.

Smithcraft> Raden says, "glad to be back"

Raden comes in from the main meadow.
Raden has arrived.

Smithcraft> Carissa snugs her Raden. Now, come keep me company, IC NPC's are 
boring converstaionalists!

Raden sneaks in to his seat pretending like he didn't miss anything.

At a nod from the head cook, the serving people all finish their place 
setting and head back into the kitchens, to soon reappear with trays loaded 
with fresh bread, steaming bowls of stewed bovine, tubers and greens.

Smithcraft> Raden says, "Have I missed anything?"
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Not so far. :)"
Smithcraft> Annik says, "Not much."

Zartha rubs her stomach hungrily, and glances at the firelizard on her 
shoulder, wondering idly if they're allowed here.

Smithcraft> Izett waves. :)
Smithcraft> Carissa pouncies!!!
Smithcraft> Izett eyes the +mail about the meeting. Hm. Good timing I guess.
Smithcraft> Annik says, "Hi Izett."
Smithcraft> Carissa laughs
Smithcraft> Zartha wavies to Izett.
Smithcraft> Raden says, "great timing"
Smithcraft> Izett says, "Where are y'all?"
Smithcraft> Zartha grins. Dining Hall

Carissa looks behind her and waves Raden back, "C'mon, you're missing all 
the food!"

Izett comes in from the main meadow.
Izett has arrived.

Annik's eyes get wide as the food is brought out. "That looks good..." she 
says as her stomach rumbles. When it comes her way, she takes large portions 
of everything and passes it on.

Smithcraft> Zartha suddenly reads past spammage. "Promotions?"

Raden runs over to get a seat by Carissa, "Whew, I guess I got here just in 
time."

Izett slips in the door and takes her spot at the apprentice table, hoping 
to be unnoticed.

Carissa grins as the platter /finally/ reaches her, "Yep, either you're the 
luckiest guy alive, or you have incredible timing."

Loren takes the bowl from Annik, ladles out what he wants and passes it on.

Zartha takes a platter, and scoops a generous pile onto her plate, then 
passes it on.

Raden grabs the platter after Zartha is done with it and takes a large 
portion, slowly piling it on, and then passes it to the next person.

Jannea hands off a bowl of vegetables and offers Raden a grin. "Guys always 
know when dinner's ready."

Wen , as always, serves herself amounts of food. Silent and emotionless, she 
passes the dishes to the person next to her.

Loren tears off a chunk of bread, butters it lavishly and uses it as an aid 
to his spoon as he eats. "Mmmm.. this is just right on a cold evening. Hit's 
the spot."

Carissa grins over at Nea, "Unfortuante, but true!"

Smithcraft> Izett is a tad idlish...of course I have to play with my 
webpages since I just learned a bunch of cool stuff. :)

Raden laughs, "It's so true Nea, it's so true."

Smithcraft> Wen hmms and tries that again...

Wen, as always, serves herself small amounts of food. Silent and 
emotionless, she passes the dishes to the person next to her.

The serving people now go about the tables, pouring klah, cider, citron or 
water for the diners.

Zartha holds up her glass for some citron, chewing and swallowing like 
there's no tomorrow.

Carissa oohs, "Cider, the best thing for a cold night!" she exclaims, 
looking down into the mug and getting her face all steamed up.

Loren adds a couple of large boiled tubers to his plate, seasoning them with 
salt and pepper.

Raden quickly raises his glass, hoping for some cider to help him swallow 
all the food he's almost choking on.

Izett ladels out food onto her plate as bowls and platters pass her by. She 
tucks into the food just as eagerly as the male apprentices surrounding her.

Jannea winks as she takes a bite from her plate. "Even when they are 'grown 
up'," she mumbles.

Annik waves a server over and gestures for him to pour her some klah. Real 
klah, that is. "Thanks," she says gratefully as she takes a big sip.

Carissa looks around, twisting in her chair to see every face, "Did anyone 
see where the wherry went?" she calls.

Loren gets his mug filled with klah, the liquid kind then sets to eating 
again.

Zartha giggles, pointing to Loren. "He's got most of it, I think," she 
whispers.

Loren stares at Zartha. "I see some, now." he adds to the hum of the room.. 
then grins.

Carissa grins at Zartha, "Prolly." she murmurs back.

Jannea glances up to where Zartha is pointing and grins. "And Raden's got 
the rest?"

Wen consumes a tiny bit of wine before she begins to eat. Taking small 
spoonfuls of stew, she slowly drains her bowl.

Zartha blushes, and turns to Carissa. "I heard him tell a drudge to bring it 
to him first," she confides, a bit louder than necessary.
.
Raden coughs loudly for a minute and then begins to eat again, "This is the 
best food I've had in turns, where'd you get such talented cooks?"

Carissa laughs, "I don't put it past him!"

Annik eats as if she hasn't touched any food for days (which is entirely 
possible for a Craftsecond). As other journeymen chat around her, she 
ignores them and focuses her attention on her meal.

Smithcraft> Raden says, "to think I'm eating more after just eating"
Smithcraft> Zartha grins at Raden, then starts to hum to her computer, 
"Spam, spam, spam I am."
Smithcraft> Raden says, "Rofl"
Smithcraft> Carissa laughs!

Loren takes a big bite of the stewsoaked bread then digs in to the tubers 
with obvious relish. "Good thing tubers store well. The greens must have 
come in from Keroon today. I thought I saw the watchrider come in with 
several bags earlier."

Wen politely chitchats with the other Masters, making sure to chew 
thoroughly and swallow before speaking. She cuts her tuber into bite-sized 
squares, eating one morsel at a time.

Zartha swallows a tuber almost whole, and grins around at the apprentices, 
chatting about chores and such.

Now the serving people begin to gather up the empty plates, while others 
come from the kitchens with platters of bubbly pies and slices of cake for 
dessert.

Carissa sets her fork down, saving room for the bubbly pies that start to 
come around, "Whoohoo!"

Annik finally begins to slow down after finishing most of her food. She 
sighs when she notices that her plate and bowl are almost empty, but a 
moment later she sees the desserts and grins.

Zartha is caught with her mouth full as the bubblies are placed on the table 
in front of her. She stares, cheeks bulging and eyes wide, and tries to 
swallow.

Jannea takes a second helping of the grees just as the desserts come out. 
"What timing."

Raden quickly mops up the juices on his plate with a slice of bread. Then he 
hands up his plate and grabs a bubbly pie before anyone can see his actions.

Loren lifts hiiis head up to look around when he smells something. 
"Bubblies! Good. I could handle a few of those!"

Smithcraft> Carissa laughs, Loren, you pig
Smithcraft> Zartha giggles and agrees.
Smithcraft> Raden says, "and you haven't seen my poses???"

Loren cleans his plate with the chunk of bread he has left, then takes three 
bubblies from the passing platter.

Smithcraft> Raden says, "loren a pig? No that's me all over"

Carissa pulls a bubbly towards her and inhales it neatly.

Wen raises an eyebrow at the bubblies and cake, but declines as the servers 
come around. Finished with her meal, she pushes her plate back, dabs at the 
corner of her mouth with her napkin, and takes a sip of wine.

Smithcraft> Carissa eats like a bird, so she's allowed to say stuff like 
this :)
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Smiths may do it with iron, but they don't do it on 
an empty stomach! :)"

Zartha watches as three drudges pass, and grabs a bubbly from each of them. 
She starts in on the first one, and it suddenly disappears.

Smithcraft> Zartha groans and is ROFL.
Smithcraft> Jannea says, "Someone needs to put Loren on a diet :)"
Smithcraft> Carissa groans, Loren, to a gutterhead like me, that sounded 
/wrong/
Smithcraft> Loren is too innocent to understand that, Risa. ;)
Smithcraft> Zartha whispers to Carissa that it was /meant/ to sound wrong, 
she's sure....

Annik grins at Loren as she takes a few bubblies of her own, plus a slice of 
cake. "I don't know how those bakers keep up with us. Smiths have to be the 
biggest eaters on Pern."

Smithcraft> Annik laughs.
Smithcraft> Raden says, "we are"
Smithcraft> Raden says, "well I am anyway"

Loren munches happily on a bubbly, leaning back with his klah, alternating 
bubbly then klah in true efficiency.

Carissa shakes her head, "Save some for the rest of us, Loren!" she calls.

Zartha glances at her plate sadly, seeing that it's empty. She turns and 
waves for another dessert drudge.

All of a sudden you see two more bubblies on Raden's plate and notice that 
two apprentices around him are each missing one.

Loren turns to Annik, nodding. "We do seem to get good use out of ours. But 
there's not a fat smith in the hold." He looks across the tables to Jannea's 
place, smiling when he sees she's doing well.

Zartha starts to eat one of the Bubblies, and lets out a small yell. Turning 
to Raden, she glares. "Gimme that back!"

Jannea finally finishes the greens she just piled onto her plate and out 
grabs someone for the last bubbly on the platter near her.

Loren turns to look behind him up to the master's tables. He murmers 
something low.

Carissa blinks, "Raden!" she cries, stealing one back.

Raden laughs, "Ah too slow and too late."You see him swallowing Zartha's 
bubbly pie.

Annik almost tries to fit a whole bubbly in her mouth, but it doesn't work, 
so she settles with half. She swallows it down with some klah and nods at 
Loren. "Cause Smiths put every bit of that food to use." She looks over 
towards the apprentices and frowns a bit.

Zartha groans, and snatches Carissa's newly returned bubbly, sticking it in 
her mouth.

Carissa sinks into her chair with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest, 
"And people wonder why I'm so skinny!" she mutters.

Wen turns her piercing gaze to the apprentices. "Behave, apprentices!" she 
says loudly. "Stop stealing each other's food. There is plenty to go 
around."

Carissa eeks, sinking lower under Wen's look.

Loren chuckles at Annik's comment and nods. "That's efficient."

Zartha giggles, and stifles it quickly at the warning. She quickly puts a 
few crumbs back on Carissa's plate.

Raden picks a final bubbly pie and is just about to eat it when he sees Risa 
pout, and hands her the pie.

Carissa blinks over at Raden and grins, "Thanks." she says quietly, and 
begins to dissect it into eatable pieces.

Loren starts to clean the crumbs from his plate now. He looks to Jannea, a 
tad apprehensive but eventually smiles. He tries to catch her eye.

Jannea looks up just in time to see Loren look at her. She doesn't realize 
she's got berry juice smeared over one cheek and the tip of her nose.

Annik quickly finishes off the rest of her dessert. She hands her empty 
plate to a drudge, but has her klah mug refilled.

Raden smiles and looks over to Wen with a big grin on his face, "Your 
welcome Carissa."

The serving people start collecting the platters and plates from the tables, 
wiping tables down as they go. Some of them are offering refills of what's 
left in the jugs and pitchers.

Carissa pinishes off the last piece and then pokes NEa gently, handing her a 
napkin before grabbing one herself.

Loren stands, motioning Jannea to come to his table, smiling proudly.

Wen sips her wine, still watching the apprentices.

Zartha sits back, her stomach completely full, and watches Loren, curiously.

Annik grins at Loren and Jannea. She obviously knows what's going on, but 
she keeps quiet.

Still unaware of the berry stains, Jannea climbs off her bench and heads up 
towards Loren and Annik.

Carissa sighs, shaking her head, knowing what's going on, too.

Raden leans back in his chair patting his middle, "Aww, does the food have 
to go so soon? Well I guess I shouldn't care, I had my unfair share."

Loren holds out a hand to Jannea, taking hers in his once she's at his side. 
He looks about the cavern, then taps his mug with a spoon a few times. 
Raising his voice above the noise, in true forge penetrating timbre, he 
speaks. "Excuse me.. I.. we have an announcement to the hall."

Zartha's eyes widen, and she smiles. The rumors /were/ true.....

Carissa puts her hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples, "I'm getting a 
headache." she mutters.

Wen turns to watch Loren and Jannea. There's something resembling a smile on 
her face.

Raden smiles over, /knowing/ what is going on.

Loren grins and shyly looks to Jannea, eyes twinkling. "We wish to announce 
our plan to handfast. I have asked and Jannea has consented. The ceremony 
will take place on the sixth day of the third month, this 32nd turn of the 
tenth pass. It will be in our business hall in the evening, a feast and 
dancing afterwards."

Jannea reaches up to scratch her nose and finds her fingers coming away with 
berry juice. While Loren makes the announcement, she frantically looks for a 
clean napkin.

Carissa chuckles, "Someone give her something to wipe her face off with?" 
she says, pointing to Nea, who twists about.

Zartha runs up to Nea with a napkin, and grins. "Here," she whispers.

Annik breaks into an even larger grin. "Congrats," she says to the couple, 
and then to Loren, "After turns of chasing every girl on Pern, it's about 
time you settled down."

Jannea takes the napkin with heartfelt thanks and gets her face mostly 
clean. "Why didn't you tell me I was all berried," she stage whispers to 
Loren during the commotion after the announcement.

Loren rolls his eyes. "Not every girl.. some of them can /run/!" he replies 
with a wink to Annik and a reassuring smile to Jannea.

Carissa chuckles.

Smithcraft> Annik idles really quickly. :P

Loren leans his head closer to Jannea, whispering. "Because you always look 
wonderful to me."

Raden laughs out loud.

Smithcraft> Raden says, "not about the most recent comment"
Smithcraft> Loren says, "We know. :)"
Smithcraft> Raden says, "okay*wipes forehead*"

Zartha sighs, and smiles at the cute couple.

Loren pulls out the chair next to him, motioning for Jannea to take a seat. 
"That is all I had." he announces to the hall and takes his seat.

Carissa looks up, "I tried to tell you, Jannea." she calls.

Jannea sits down, quickly, as if to not be too noticible to the crowd. "They 
took it better than M'rgan did, Loren. Of course, anyone would."

Smithcraft> Annik is back.
Smithcraft> Raden says, "WB"
Smithcraft> Jannea rejoices
Smithcraft> Annik grins, "Thanks."

Loren chuckles and nods. "Kena and M'rgan came by a few days ago. They'll 
take us to weavercraft." he whispers.

Jannea says softly, "I should hope so. M'rgan just better bring his Marks."

Smithcraft> Raden says, "shouts out, dangit. my mean ol parents are makin me 
watch a dumb movie with em"
Smithcraft> Raden says, "bye y'all, mebbe I'll see ya to marra"

Raden goes home.
Raden has left.

Smithcraft> Annik says, "Bye Raden. :)"
Smithcraft> Carissa wavies to Raden
Smithcraft> Zartha waves to Raden, bye!
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Bye Raden! Thanks for coming!"

Carissa twists boredly, waiting for anything as she blinks at Zartha, "It 
always gets so boring after the food it gone."

After the hall has quieted down a little, Wen stands and looks directly at a 
certain apprentice. "Apprentice Izett, please come here."
.
Zartha shrugs a little to Carissa. "I think they're waiting for more 
announcements," she says quietly.

Izett eeps and hops to her feet. "Yes, ma'am?"

Wen leans over to whisper something to Izett.

Carissa blinks and then looks up, "And the part no one expects." she 
mutters, grinning at Izett, mouth posed to say something.

Loren glances to Jannea, smiling then back to the tableau.

Annik sips her klah and smiles knowingly.

Izett returns to the junior apprentice table and hands a full apprentice 
knot to Zartha. "Join me at the Apprentice table?" she asks, smiling.

Smithcraft> Annik ahems, "Malan, is there a reason you're not at the 
meeting?"

Carissa grins, "Congrats you guys!" she says finally.

Zartha raises her eyebrows. "W-w-what?" she stutters.

Smithcraft> Carissa oohs, MAlan's in trouble!
Smithcraft> Malan says, "Meeting? Oh yeah. I just got here."

Izett grins at Zartha. "C'mon. We don't bite."

Smithcraft> Malan says, "Is this meeting IC or OOC?"
Smithcraft> Annik says, "Still IC, but OOC later."

Zartha stands, then sits again. She stares around, then stands again and 
follows Izett.

Smithcraft> Malan says, "Well, I wouldn't be there ICly, but I can come 
OOCly."

Annik applauds Zartha. "Congrats!"

Smithcraft> Annik says, "Yes you would. :)"

Malan comes in from the main meadow.
Malan has arrived.

Loren grins to Zartha and claps and stomps. "Walk Zartha, walk!

Smithcraft> Annik says, "All smiths attend the meetings, posted or not. :)"
Smithcraft> Malan says, "No, I'm snowed in at Tillek..."
Smithcraft> Malan says, "I don't believe Smiths from all over Pern would 
travel back to the Hall for every meeting, especially in the dead of 
winter."

Zartha turns quite red, and glances at Loren, grinning. She sits with Izett, 
and looks very - pleased, surprised, and confused, all at the same time.

Malan finds a seat at the journeyman table.

Smithcraft> Annik sighs, "Fine, Mr. Practical, but this is a game, and we 
need everyone to be here." :)
Smithcraft> Malan grins, "Well, we can say it's a game, but don't try to 
claim it's canon, is all."
Smithcraft> Annik can debate that later if you want, but not now. :)

All the smiths, clap and chant the same, until Zartha sits at her new place.

Smithcraft> Loren snugs. :)

Zartha sits with a sigh, and looks around, pleased. She has a huge smile on 
her face...

Carissa grins, "Yeah, you guys, pretty soon you two will be running this 
place!" she calls to Zartha and Izett.

The corners of Wen's lips turn up in smile-like gesture as she sits back 
down.

Jannea grins as she watches the new full apprentices.

Izett chuckles at Carissa. "Many many turns from now, perhaps."

Zartha touches the full apprentice knot, silent, and eyes wide. She smiles

Carissa laughs, "Nah, prolly sooner than you'd think!"

Wen leans over to whisper to the other Masters, then nods. She stands once 
more and looks at one of the journeymen this time. "Journeyman Loren, please 
come here."

Loren gives a start and peers to the masters table, even as he gets up to 
comply. He steps to their table and waits.

Zartha grins, and watches her mentor as he stands.

Wen sighs quietly, almost imperceptibly, and whispers to Loren.

Carissa sits up straighter, "ooh!" she says, "Master Craftsecond Loren, now, 
I bet!"

Zartha nods, and watches, excited.

Malan grins.

Loren listens then nods, taking something that Wen hands him. Turning back 
to face the hall, he strides down the rows of tables, angling for the 
apprentice tables. He stops at one, and with a mischevous grin, addresses 
Carissa. "Would you please walk with me?"

Carissa blinks stupidly for a moment, "But- wha?"

Jannea holds her clapping until Carissa stands to walk the tables with 
Loren.

Zartha giggles, and waves to Carissa. "Go, go!"

Loren leans down and hands Carissa a journeyman's knot. "You're sitting at 
the wrong table, silly." he murmers. Then offers his arm in case she can't 
walk that far.

Smithcraft> Tanon waves! He didn't miss everything, did he?
Smithcraft> Izett snuggles Tanon.
Smithcraft> Zartha laughs. Yep
Smithcraft> Tanon sighs.
Smithcraft> Annik says, "Almost!"
Smithcraft> Carissa pounces Tanon, get your arse down her while Risa makes a 
fool of herself!!
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Git your tail over here! :)"
Smithcraft> Annik says, "You better get down here now! :)"
Smithcraft> Tanon doh's!!!!! :(

Tanon comes in from the main meadow.
Tanon has arrived.

Zartha waves to Tanon, and points to Risa. "Hurry," she whispers.

Annik waves at Tanon and smiles at Carissa. "C'mon! Walk!"

Smithcraft> Tanon stumbles in bloodied. Are you still gonna say hello by 
waving? :P

Carissa blinks, "I'm a Journeywoman?!" the thought strikes her suddenly. She 
leaps up to her feet, ressiting the urge to scream and yell and jump up and 
down.

Several of the Journeymen and a few masters as well, begin the age old chant 
and stomp, "Walk, Carissa, Walk!"

Smithcraft> Annik says, "What happened to you?"

Zartha joins in, stomping and clapping.

Smithcraft> Tanon says, "Nothing. But you guys posed my entrance before I 
posed my entrance."

Quietly, and trying his best not to be horridly noticable, Tanon sneaks 
quietly into the hall, taking one step to the side of the doorway, and 
leaning back against the wall. His attempt at stealth obviously fails, 
however, but a smile does cross his lips as he hears Carissa's epiphone.

Loren escorts Carissa to the Journeymen's table, smiling all the way. He 
seats her at a spare spot.

Annik grins at Carissa. "Congrats and welcome to the tables."

Zartha cheers loudly for Risa!

Izett claps loudly for Carissa as she chants with the other smiths.

Carissa grins like an idiot, "I'm a Journeywoman!" she says, as if she can't 
believe it.

Zartha giggles and nods to Carissa, glancing every once in awhile at her own 
new knot.

Loren retakes his seat next to Jannea, leaning over to whisper to Jannea. 
"Now that's one of the more fun things to do."

Wen sees something out of the corner of her eye and stands once more. 
"Journeyman Annik, please come here," she says, looking at the woman.

Jannea takes Loren's hand and squeezes it as he sits back down. "I bet. You 
looked like you were having a ball."

Carissa blinks, wondering who's getting promoted now. Only the few 
unstandable seconds will answer.

Clapping softly, the Istan grins quietly to himself at Carissa's antics. He 
says not a word, but simply bears a bright smile upon his lips. At Wen's 
beckoning to Annik, however, he gives a slight chortle, "I wondered when 
she'd ever be promoted," he comments, quietly.

Annik blinks as she hears her name called and sets down the klah mug that 
she was just about to drink from. "Yes, ma'am," she says and stands up, 
walking to the Masters' table.

Wen doesn't sigh this time. In fact, she looks quite happy as she whispers 
to Annik.

Argothe lounges back in his chair, smiling broadly as he watches all the 
shifting and shuffling of promotions going on.

Carissa blinks, looking at Annik, wiggling in her chair, "Oh, I wish I had 
my sketch pad!" she cries suddenly, realizing it isn't hanging from her 
belt.

Annik listens to Wen for a moment, then her eyes widen and she gasps loudly. 
She nods and turns, looking serious.

Loren turns to watch Annik and Wen. He takes a sip of klah then whispers to 
Malan. "Good thing you could make the dinner. I don't think I've seen this 
many walk the tables at one time before. How's Raina?" he whispers.

Malan grins and nods at Loren's words. He murmurs back, "Raina is doing just 
fine."

Carissa watches Annik, "Oh, who is it this time?!"

Zartha watches, eyes wide and wondering.

Without a word, Annik walks back to her seat, but just when she looks as if 
she's going to sit down, she passes it and continues walking. She walks 
right up to Tanon, still serious, and says, "I'm sorry, but I have to take 
your knot. I'm afraid Wen has finally gotten tired of your shenanigans."

Zartha giggles, and watches, eyes bright.

Carissa laughs! "Oh, I've heard that.." she says. "Oh, Tanon!"

Malan laughs quietly.

Smithcraft> Annik heys, this is serious...

Loren catches Annik's movement and frowns at what is said to Tanon.

Smithcraft> Carissa blinks.. he's not getting kicked out, is he?
Smithcraft> Tanon laughs, and snugs 'risa
Smithcraft> Jannea blinkies twice

Tanon yawns faintly to himself as Annik moves to sit, yet as she nears, he 
does quirk a brow slightly in question. He chortles quietly to himself, 
however, as the Craftsecond speaks to him, slowly beginning to untie his 
Apprentice knot, "Hmm... is that so, Annik?" he inquires, grinning, holding 
out the knot for her to take.

Carissa blinks, "I hope she isn't serious.." she murmurs.

Smithcraft> Loren says, "After some of the things he's pulled? :) ... like 
making a fireworks object for South Boll, or helping with Ista's searches 
and events?"
Smithcraft> Tanon says, "Or some other nasty things that Loren hasn't set 
off yet? >:)"
Smithcraft> Carissa chuckles

Annik nods, no humor in her expression at all. "Yes, it is," she says, 
taking the knot and walking back to the Masters' table. She hands the knot 
to Wen. "There you are Master Wen. I'm finished." That done, she returns to 
her place and sits down.

Malan blinks and looks after Annik in surprise.

Carissa blinks, "She was." she says sadly, sinking into her chair. "Poor 
Tanon.."

Zartha gapes, a little worried.

Oh, Tanon's good at this - he's surprisingly good, all things considered. He 
reaches up behind his back quite non-chalantly, scratching it, "So what 
now?" he inquires, curiously.

Loren looks between Wen and Argothe, then to Jannea he makes a shrug.

Izett watches quietly, not saying much. Her eyes blink back and forth 
between Wen and Tanon.

Jannea watches the scene with a sympathetic look towards Tanon.

Wen remains silently, letting the journeywoman do all the dirty work.

Carissa sighs, "Don't even got the guts to kick him out herself," she 
mutters, looking over at Wen. "I didn't think she was /that/ mean."

Zartha slouches a little, staring at Tanon.

Argothe just sits and stares straight ahead, no expression on his face.

Annik turns around and looks at Tanon, an eyebrow raised. "Are you still 
here? If you want to watch the rest of the meeting, maybe you should go sit 
down," she says, gesturing to the visitor's tables.

Smithcraft> Tanon doh's... now he's gotta make a judgement-call on what 
Tanon would do.

Carissa mouth twists slightly, "Truly cold."

Zartha looks at Carissa. "What's happening?" she asks.

Izett blinks and coughs. She looks over at Zartha and Carissa for a moment 
before glancing back at Tanon and chewing on her lower lip.

Giving a little nod, Tanon replies, "As you wish, young lady," he states, 
pointedly, moving over toward said tables, and sitting down. Reaching up 
behind his back, and beneath his shirt, Tanon produces a little dagger, 
taking the blade in his hand, itching his back with the hilt hard, as though 
some horrid itch bothers him.

Carissa sighs, "They kicked him out, I can't believe they kicked him out!" 
she seems madder about it than Tanon does.

Smithcraft> Carissa blinks.. don't throw that at anyone, please, Tanon?
Smithcraft> Tanon laughs, "Yeah, Tanon's really gonna throw it at someone." 
:P He pokes Carissa for that.

Malan watches quietly.

Loren takes a sip and leans towards Nea again. "Well, maybe we can go to 
weavercraft next restday and get things started."

Smithcraft> Carissa shrugs.. it seemed like it before I read the end.. but 
now I'm wondering if he's going to be so horrid as to stab himself?
Smithcraft> Tanon says, "Uhm... no. His nervous reaction is an itch... the 
dagger happened to be there."
Smithcraft> Carissa shrugs, you know me, I'm a worrier..
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Tanon is a weapons smith, one of the last."

Jannea pulls her attention away from Tanon and back to Loren. "You're 
probably right."

Annik stands up, her expression turning from serious to annoyed. She walks 
over to Tanon, and leans over, putting her face right in front of his so 
that he can't ignore her. "Journeyman or not, I still outrank you, and you 
know better than to call me that." She slams her hand down on the table, and 
when she lifts it, there's a knot there. A journeyman's knot.

Smithcraft> Tanon only remembers Selena as a weapons smith... or was there 
another?
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Nope, just Selina."

Carissa looks over at Tanon, eyes bulging at the dagger, "Oh, now.." her 
mouth drops open, jumping as Annik's hand slams down on the table. "What 
the-"

Smithcraft> Tanon says, "It was Selina? Oh... thought it was Selena. 
Anyway... you know who I was talking about ;) Norgan's wife."
Smithcraft> Carissa peers, Zartha, don't you want to be one too?

Annik suddenly breaks into a huge grin and begins to laugh. "Now get over to 
your new table, Journeyman Tanon."

Zartha ooohs. "Do you see that?"

Smithcraft> Zartha nods.
Smithcraft> Loren nodnods. "You prolly have the spelling right.

Malan laughs with a note of relief.

Loren sighs as tensions around the hall relax.

Smithcraft> Annik grins, "It's about time, Tanon!" :)
Smithcraft> Carissa whooooooosssss!!!!

Zartha giggles, tension draining. "Thanks to Faranth...."

Smithcraft> Jannea says, "It's past dinner time here. I should head out to 
eat"

Carissa jumps up and hugs Tanon, "You didn't get kicked out!" she cries.

Smithcraft> Carissa snugs her Tanon.
Smithcraft> Zartha waves to Jannea!
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Ok.. Nea. Thanks for coming!"

Wen actually relaxes her stern expression. It's almost pleasant to look at 
now.

Smithcraft> Annik says, "Bye Jannea."
Smithcraft> Carissa waves to Nea

Zartha giggles as she glances at Wen. "I think she almost smiled," she 
mutters.

Tanon chuckles quietly to himself, setting the dagger upon the table, flat, 
shaking his head faintly to Annik. "Hmm... Annik, I've known you for turns 
now. Since when do you start pulling rank?" he inquires, grinning, taking 
the knot up in his hand a moment looking at it - before he's hugged by the 
other newly-promoted Journeyman. "Thanks, Carissa," he states, attempting 
the fasten the more-complicated knot upon his shoulders, "Congrats to you 
too."

Carissa beams, "See, now I get to travel all over without some mean-eyed 
person telling me waht to do!" she cries, and dances back to her seat. "All 
the stuff I can do now!!!"

Smithcraft> Carissa laughs.. my friend here is calling me a booger.
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Does she always tell the truth? :)"
Smithcraft> Zartha giggles and thinks your friend is smart. "HEY, when is 
the OOC meeting?"

Annik grins at Tanon. "If you know me so well, you should know that I'm full 
of surprises." She leads the way back to the Journeymen's tables. "And 
congrats, by the way. You've really earned it."

Smithcraft> Carissa snorts.. no!
Smithcraft> Annik says, "In a few mins, Zartha."
Smithcraft> Zartha grins. Just curious

Argothe slides out of his seat and meanders over to the Journeyman's table, 
congradulating the new people sitting there and chatting with the others. He 
pauses by Loren and Jannea, "Congradulations on your upcomming 'fasing.", he 
says with a warm smile before turning and starting to head back to the 
Masters table.

Loren smiles to the Craftmaster. "Thank you, sir."

Tanon, chortling quietly, gives a little bit of a nod, "Thanks," he states 
in response to Annik, as he stands, moving over toward the Journeyman table, 
"So when're you getting promoted, then, Annik?" he inquires, casting a sly 
grin over toward Argothe.

Carissa giggles at some thought, still unable to settle down and become the 
mature person she's suposed to be.

Annik shrugs at Tanon. "I don't know," she says as he sits down. "Whenever 
the Masters think I'm ready."

Carissa grins, "So, Tanon, ever going to leave Ista?"

Argothe pauses and looks over his shoulder towards Loren, "Loren....", he 
says in a firm tone.

It's Tanon's turn to give a little shrug this time, "Hmm... maybe 
eventually." He states, "Depends on what time reveals, no?" he inquires, 
before casting a smile over to Loren at Argothe.

Loren blinks and turns around. "Yes sir?" he asks facing the craftmaster.

Carissa blinksies, "Ooh!"

Smithcraft> Jannea is asked to stay. *tummy growls at Loren* :)

Zartha turns, not used to so much fanfare. "What now?" she wonders quietly.

Malan turns and looks at Loren at the tone in his voice.

Smithcraft> Tanon pokes himself.

Jannea turns to look up at the CraftMaster, catching her lower lip in her 
teeth as she gets worried for Loren now.

Smithcraft> Carissa pokes Tanon, too.

Argothe glares at Loren for a moment before speaking, "So Loren would you 
care to take a walk with me?", he asks with a grin.

Annik nods at Tanon. "Exactly." She suddenly grins as she watches the 
Craftmaster. "But I don't think you should be contemplating /me/ being 
promoted..." she murmurs.

Malan grins suddenly and says, "Congratulations, Loren."

Smithcraft> Jannea plays music for musical chairs

Carissa wahoos!, suspcion confirmied, "Congrats, Lorey!"

Loren sits, thunderstruck... he can't quite make out what's happening. "Uh, 
sir?" he almost squeaks.

Zartha cheers. "Loren! Yes!" she shouts.

Jannea nudges Loren in the ribs. "Get up and get over there, you big lug."

Annik breaks into a proud smile. "Congrats!!" she calls. "Walk, Loren, 
walk!"

Zartha starts to stomp and cheer. "Walk, Loren, walk!"

Argothe grins broadly and gestures towards the Masters table which has an 
extra vacent seat at it.

Tanon chuckles quietly to himself, giving a little wave to Loren, "Congrats, 
Loren," he offers, smiling broadly.

Carissa joins Zartha, "Walk, Walk, Loren, Walk!" she begins to chant.

Loren takes a hint from Jannea and stands, a little wobbly at first then 
with growing assurance. He glances behind to Jannea with a smile and a 
shrug. "Yes sir!" he replies walking forwards again.

Wen even does something which she probably hasn't done in ages. She smiles. 
Wow.

Zartha doesn't know what to watch: Loren or Wen... both are pretty amusing!

Smithcraft> Jannea snugs. I really do need to go. Hungry :(
Smithcraft> Zartha *snugs* Nea again. Eat!
Smithcraft> Tanon sighs and is gonna have to follow after Jannea, actually, 
to prepare dinner :(

Argothe smiles broadly, "Congradulations Master Loren.", he says in a happy 
tone and escorts the new Master to his new seat.

Carissa blinks, amazed. "Wen smiled!!" she calls out to the Hall.

Smithcraft> Tanon says, "Congrats though, everyone!!!!! :)"

Annik applauds the new Master. "Good job, Loren. You deserve it!"

Smithcraft> Loren snugs Nea. "Thanks! G'night!
Smithcraft> Argothe wavies to all who are scooting, "Night." :)
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "congrats, Tanon!"

Zartha applauds loudly, smiling and looking from Loren to Wen.

Izett has disconnected.

Smithcraft> Annik says, "Bye Jannea and Tanon, and congrats Tanon!"

Tanon has disconnected.

Loren sets on the edge of the different chair, not quite sure about this.

Wen quickly reverts back to her normally solemn face.

Zartha giggles. "All the way on the chair, Master Loren, or you'll fall!" 
she teases.

Jannea has disconnected.

Loren grins to the smiths and sits back all the way. "All right. Thank you 
sir!" he directs towards Argothe.

Carissa wahoo! "Master Loren, don't crack your skull on the floor before you 
get more than five minutes of being a MAster with you!"

Argothe flops into his seat with his usual lack of posture snaging a glass 
of wine and offering a toase, "Congradulations to all of you.", he says with 
a broad grin then looks over to Loren, "You deserve it Loren.", he says with 
a grin.

Smithcraft> Carissa laughs, they're for you, Loren! ;)
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Well, I expect the cops soon. Fireworks are illegal 
in this town. :P"
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "fireworks are illegal, here, too, but people 
still do them"
Smithcraft> Zartha grins and agrees. Illegal=must do!
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "oh, yeah"
Smithcraft> Loren says, "Ok.. are we ready for the OOC part?"
Smithcraft> Zartha grins. I am!
Smithcraft> Annik thinks so.
Smithcraft> Argothe has no other suprises ICly ;)
Smithcraft> Carissa says, "yep"
Smithcraft> Carissa gets out the OOC disco lights :)

Annik goes OOC and takes out her mountain of pillows, including the 'It's My 
Turn To Talk' pillow. "Who wants it?" :)

Loren lights the OOC disco oil lamp. :) and waves for the Pillow of Speach.

Annik tosses the pillow to Loren.

Zartha giggles. Weeeird.

Carissa giggles and jumps into the nearest person's lap, pigtails, pj's 
teddy bear, and all.

Zartha oooofs. "Carissa.,..off!" <grin>

Annik grins at Zartha. "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" :)

Zartha groans. "Ok, so ... what now?"

Wen goes OOC as well, but heads off to do Apprentice Master stuff.

Carissa falss to the floor and runs over, hoping into Wen's lap, then.

You say "Loren's got the pillow, so we wait for him to talk."

Zartha nods. "Oooops."

Loren says "Ok.. Feleyan had a sugestion and it's about something we've done 
before.. and that's to give apprentices and jmen an IC reason to go to other 
areas for a few days. This is to find RP when things are quiet here."

Wen eeeps and is weighed down by an apprentice! "I was just about to go, 
though."
Loren says "We've always done this when asked to, but there's no formal 
policy about it. Do we need one?"
Zartha nods, and mouths something indecipherable. She looks at the pillow, 
and shrugs, not knowing if it needs a policy.

Annik grins, "You can speak, Zartha." :)
Carissa shakes her head, "Jourenywoman, memeber?" beams proudly.
Zartha grins. "What would a policy do, exactly? I mean, right now we just 
ask someone for an IC reason, right?"

Wen oh yeahs. "Sorry about that... Eeep! I'm weighed down by a 
Journeywoman!" :)
Malan says "It'd help when there's no one around to give permission."
Zartha hmmms. "True... aren't we allowed to just make up something, though?"
Loren nods. "I agree, Malan. And it's prolly something that can be posted to 
either the +lhelp or the +BB as a permanent bulletin.

You say "Right now people just go when they want and come back when someone 
tells them to, or when they want..."

Carissa has to change her desc again, now!!!
You say "Feleyan also suggested that it could be a privilege for being 
promoted."
Zartha nods, and listens.
Wen goes to do work. *waves*
Wen goes home.
Wen has left.

Loren says "Sometimes its a more official thing, like sending someone to 
study something in particular, like furrier work at the MBH."

Smithcraft> Loren says, "Bye Wen! Thanks for coming.. the fireworks are over 
and I can hear again."

Carissa oofs as shse falls to the floor again.. Ooh, let's hop on Loren's 
lap now.

Carissa has an alt there, MBH gets slow.

Argothe says "How about if we outline a set of 'standard' IC reasons and a 
general time frame for which it is acceptable to be gone from the hall 
continuously without being posted...Possibly limiting it to individuals 
ranked higher than Jr. Apprentice, and allowing longer time away as the 
persons rank increases. Of course this would be for individual 'jaunts' and 
not a project like installing a new sawmill at the Woodcraft for example. 
:)_"

Carissa hms..

Annik nods at Argothe. :)

Zartha nods, and thinks that sounds smart. Smart Argothe....

Carissa giggles, "Smart Arg the Pirate!"

Loren grins. "Hey.. it worked. :) .. I agree, Arg. It's really not IC for 
any JrApp to leave the hall unchaperoned.

Annik agrees, "Apprentices could leave for a little while, and Srs longer."

Malan says "That sounds good."

Zartha nods. "I think that sounds fair...."

Carissa nods, "I didn't leave as a Jr. I think..5 minutes I go, guys."

Loren says "Now, if accompanied by a Jman, I think it should be permitted, 
it the trip has an educational side to it."

Loren says "Errr... If the trip ..."

Carissa volunteers to drag people around for all sorts of mind numbing 
experiances!

Zartha grins, and nods, agreeing so far with everything

Carissa pokes Zartha, you're just an agreeable person!

Loren says "Who needs the pillow next?"

Annik nods, "Yes, though Jrs should still not be away for a very long time."

Annik wants it next. :)

Zartha pokes Carissa back... at least I'm no disagreeable!

Loren changes into somethign more comfortable then tosses the pillow to 
Annik.

Carissa snorts, I'm cute.. see, I got pigtails and little pj's and a teddy 
bear!!!

Zartha rolls her eyes. There's more to life than cute, ya know... trying to 
think of what that is, exactly, but I'm sure there is!

Annik catches the pillow. "Let's finish with this before we move on."

Loren says "Oh, I would suggest avoiding weyrs that have candidates... it's 
too hectic."

Carissa shakes her head, "I got it made, I have brains and cuteness, who 
could ask for more?"

Argothe says "Jr's must remain at the hall unless accomponied by someone of 
Journeyrank or higher. Full apps may deliver messages and perform other 
/short/ errand (1 or 2 Rl days max). Sr's may do the message thing and will 
also deliver smaller special orders to the client, as well as bringing small 
orders of supplies to posted smiths (1 week RL max).....How does that sound 
as a peliminary draft? :)"

Zartha shushes Risa, and stares at Annik for she has the pillow now.

Malan says "That sounds about right to me."

Loren nodnods. "I like it, Arg.

Carissa laugsh!!! at loren.. oh, how cute!

Zartha nods. "Sounds good."

You say "Sounds good to me."

Carissa pouts and has ta go.... 'night guys, sweet dreams.

Carissa has disconnected.

Argothe says "Night Car...oops missed.." :)"

Annik okays, "We done with that?"

Zartha shrugs and looks around. "I think so..."

Loren nods.

Argothe is done with it :)

You say "Okay. Quickly, I want to mention the e-mail list. As of now, there 
is a grand total of four people on it. Anybody else want to be added?"

Zartha sits up proudly, /she/ is on it! Hooray!

Malan blinks, "What email list?"

You say "Well, if anyone's reading this log and wants to be added, +mail us. 
:)"

Zartha giggles. Aaah, enlightenment.

You say "We have an e-mail list, Malan, that will send you reminders and 
stuff about meetings/events."

Malan hmms, "Is it a duplicate of the bboard, or do you use it for other 
stuff?

Loren says "We don't use it for much of anything, other that notification of 
events."
Annik thinks it could be useful if we used it more often.
Malan grins, "I suppose that could change if everyone were on it..."
Zartha nods in agreement, but wonders. "What else can we use it for?"
You say "I, personally, check my e-mail more often than I check the 
answering machine on my phone. :)"
Zartha does too. But what else could the smiths use it for?
Malan does too, but gets, um, about 10/day at home and about 50/day at 
work...
Loren says "Perhaps we could socialize on it. You know, some of the chatter 
and maybe share smith oriented special interests like smelting and stuff."

Argothe says "I'd like to see it being used to discuss ideas for the 
Smithcraft as well as ideas for events we could host. Good point Loren that 
too :)"

Zartha hmmms. "Annik, do you do the emailing upkeep and all that?"

You say "We can use it for notification/discussion of any Smithcraft-related 
matters. Or if you find something informational and want to let everyone 
know, you can e-mail it, and not spam everyone with +mail. :)"

Loren has reconnected.
Loren has partially disconnected.

Annik doesn't usually, Zartha, but I can.

Argothe says "Did you mis anything Loren?"

Loren says "I missed anything more than two minutes old."

Zartha suggests, "Why don't we designate someone to kind've be /in charge/ 
of the e-mail, and everyone can e-mail things of interest, events, etc to 
that person, then once a week that person could e-mail it out?"

You say "We can use it for notification/discussion of any Smithcraft-related 
matters. Or if you find something informational and want to let everyone 
know, you can e-mail it, and not spam everyone with +mail. :) (repose)"

Argothe says "I'd like to see it being used to discuss ideas for the 
Smithcraft as well as ideas for events we could host. Good point Loren that 
too :) <repose>"

You say "Well, that's a lot of extra work for one person. And basically, 
that's just a manual e-mail list. :)"

Malan nods, "It'd be better to allow anyone to mail the list.
Malan says "Or at least anyone on it."
Zartha hms. "But that'd keep the spam /way/ down...."
Malan says "I doubt if spam will be a huge problem."
You say "Not necessarily. Right now, there is no spam. :)"

You say "I get a message maybe once a month from the list."

Argothe says "If it starts to become a problem I can switch it to a 
moderated list and one of the moderators would have to 'approve' any 
posting, but for now I'll leave it open to any messages from list members."

Zartha nods, true, true. "But if we use it more, with more people on the 
list, and sort've an organized method to the e-mails, everyone could get a 
lot of information in a readable manner..." Nods, though. "I agree with 
Argothe... ok"

Malan says "I've been on lists that are a whole lot larger than this one 
will be, and seldom have I been spammed by them."

Annik nods at Malan. "Same here."

You say "So, we'll deal with spam if it becomes a problem, but as for now, 
leave things as they are?"

Loren nodnods. "I'll be good. Promise. :)

Zartha nods. Okeedokee

Argothe nods, "Yep. You'd bett Loren." *grin* :)

You say "The reason I mentioned the list was to remind people that it's 
there. Malan, you're the only one here not on it. Do you want to be added?"

Malan says "Yeah, sure. I'm just pondering what address to use, is all."

Malan says "I'll +mail you with it."

Loren says "The email addy is - ncsmith@egroups.com"

Annik smiles, "Okay. Or page if you decide while I'm here."

Malan grins, "All right."

You say "Moving on... Classes!"

Loren says "I use Loren's account on crosswinds.net"

Loren says "About time we had some class around here. :)"

Zartha nods to Annik. "There're classes?" <grin>

Malan grins at Loren, "Malan has an email account. I haven't checked it in 
months."

Malan listens to Annik.

You say "Sadly, we have not had any classes here for a long time. I gave a 
lecture once, but I think that's about it. What I'd like to know is what 
does everyone want to learn? I need ideas for what people should teach."

Loren says "IC or OOC?"

Annik grins at Loren and Argothe. "And don't you two think that you can get 
out of a little teaching..."

You say "Both."

Zartha hmmms. "I don't actually know /anything/ about smithing with /any/ 
material. So classes on pretty much any subject would be welcome.

Loren says "Ok.. the mentoring thing seems to be working ok. At least Zartha 
hasn't started kicking my shins. :)"

You say "We need stuff to do here besides RP sipping klah in the lounge. :) 
That's part of why people go idle."

Loren says "But.. the klah is /so/ good!"

You say "Think about it, Zartha. If there's ever something in particular you 
want to know, ask and maybe we can set something up. :)"

Zartha giggles, and thinks she'll have to start kicking harder.... ;P

Argothe says "Especially the chewy kind..;)"

Zartha icks at Arg. "Ick!" She thinks, and knows ICly she wants to go into 
metalcraft, so...

Annik shudders, "Eww. Maybe you can do a class on the multiple uses of that 
stuff, Argothe." :)

Argothe says "I can't lecture to save my own life Annik.... :P"

Annik awws and will help if you want. Maybe you could do the research and 
I'll teach it for you? :)

Loren says "I can put something together on smelting, and flame throwers. 
Maybe some iron working stuff too. Machines too, but that will take some 
skull sweat to make it PernMUSH canon."

Loren says "And ageenothree sprayers. I still cringe when gold riders go 
after falling thread with ageenothree sprayers. :)"

Annik nods, "Ideally, the Jmen and Masters would teach classes that have 
something to do with their subcrafts/specializations."

Zartha giggles. Zartha could use lessons on just about everything....

Annik nods at Zartha. "Most Apprentices do, that's why I want to get some 
classes going." :)

Annik is just really terrible at research... That's why I don't teach much. 
:P

Zartha nods. Suddenly she grins to Argothe. "By the way, never met you. Hi!"

Argothe says "Hiya Zartha. Annik, Loren...Should we possibly consider 
teaching a class part of the requirement to be promoted to J'man?" :)"

Zartha nods quickly, knowing she wasn't asked but thinking it's a good idea 
anyway.

Loren says "i think so... if we limit it to something simple... we could let 
them submit an outline for admin approval."

Annik hmms and thinks Master would be better, since otherwise they would 
have to teach as Sr Apps.
Annik thinks maybe they should do a little research to get to Jman, but not 
actually have to teach?

Loren says "No reason a SrApp couldn't teach a class to Jr.Apps.. on 
something like the names of tools and what they're used for."

Annik grins and thinks teaching should be a Master requirement anyway. :)

Loren says "No actual techniques, but by Sr.App they should be knowledgeable 
enough for rote recital. :)"

You say "Zartha, what do you think? You're going to be a Sr App someday. Do 
you think having to teach a simple lesson would be fair?"

Argothe says "Icly part of being a J'man was a great deal of teaching so a 
Sr. apprentice would need to learn how to teach or they'd be caught 
flatfooted when they were posted and had to try to teach someone at thier 
posting something. Teaching would also be a requirement for becomming a 
Master although the class would need to be much more involved and most 
likely deal with teaching tecnique of some sore, most likely in thier 
sub-craft."

Zartha hmms. "I think maybe being a teachers assistant? And a little 
research to /help/ someone teach. I don't think they should teach until 
maybe right before promotion, like as a requirement, or they're a 
journeyman...."

Annik nods, "Okay."

Annik oohs and likes that teachers assistant idea.

You say "What if the Sr App had to help teach a Jman/Master's class? That 
would give them experience, but not make them responisble for everything."

Grey-green Tunnelsnake is no longer listening.

Zartha nods, thinking a teachers helper learns a lot. I've done that IRL

Annik grins, "Plus, the actual teacher wouldn't have to do it all 
themselves."

Loren doesn't have much more to say on that. ... I like the classes thing, 
though, the mentoring prolly does more for the mentee than the student in 
the class.

You say "Well, the mentoring thing is for one-on-one extra help between a 
Master/Jman and an apprentice."
Loren grins and thinks of prelecture study I could assign to the students. 
:)

You say "So should we make teacher's assistant a requirement for Sr Apps and 
a full class a requirement for Jmen?"

Argothe says "Teaching a class will be a requirement for being promoted to 
J'man. It will be dome under the supervision of a J'man or Master who will 
help the Sr. prepare for the class but the Sr. will do the actual 
presentation and teaching of the class. The class will be loged and 
forwarded to me, Loren and Annik for review. This will be the final 'test' 
before a promotion to journey rank will be seriously considered. As I said 
before ICly a good part of a j'mans duties involve teaching of one form of 
another so a Sr. would need to know how to effecitvly teach before they 
would ICly be considered for promotion."

Zartha claps and thinks that is good.

Loren says "Like Menolly did in Dragonsinger."

You say "Okay, sounds good."

Zartha yeps, then glances around. "Am I supposed to be here among you 
bigwigs?"

You say "One last thing... As I said before, this hall can get pretty boring 
cause nothing ever happens. :P To avoid everyone going idle, we need events 
(besides classes and meetings). We've had seasonal TPs and such, but never 
anything that a lot of people got involved with. Does anybody have any ideas 
for things like that?"

Annik nods at Zartha. "Yep, we need your imput, too." :)

Annik dislikes it when half the hall goes inactive. :(

Argothe says "I think that sort of thing would be something that we could 
better address via the mailing list since there are so many possibilities 
and it would take a rather long time to adequetly discuss them in any 
forum..."

Loren nods. "Well, we don't have a historical background to help figure out 
what the hall did four or five years ago. We've had almost a complete break 
with the old players, just Allory is still active.

Annik nods, "I just wanted to get it out there so that people are aware that 
we need to get things moving around here."

Loren says "I really don't know what the craft was like way back.. it's been 
dead since I started playing, but getting better as we learn."

Annik nods, "We've got active leaders who keep the hall running, but not 
very interesting." :)

You say "Anyway, that's all I have to talk about. Anybody else want the 
pillow?"

Zartha shakes her head, pondering what else the Smithcraft can do actively.

Argothe nods, "Things are moving Annik....Just not all that fast at the 
moment. Althought much faster than they were when I first started playing. 
Personally I'd rather end up taking a long time to build things up from a 
solid foundation than to builg a highrise on a swamp" :)

Loren grins and ducks a kamikazi junebug here. ... "We prolly do best when 
we interact with other areas..

Zartha nods at Arg's comment, and then looks at Loren. "I agree completely 
with that. What about - this is just an idea - trips to the miners? And 
woodcraft... stuff that smiths need to know about? We could coordinate tp 
field trips?"

You say "I know, Argothe, and I agree that we should take our time. I just 
don't like seeing all our craftmembers get idle-dested."

Loren says "Well, we helped rebuild the weavercraft last winter... and that 
was fun... Hmm.. is there something we could do with woodcraft? Malia is 
having the same sort of problems."

Argothe says "Whem was the last time we rebuilt thier sawmill Loren?"

Loren says "Too soon. Less than six turns ago."

Loren says "I suppose we could embargo Ista again :)"

You say "Well, I'm sure there're ways we can collaborate with them, and the 
other crafts/holds/weyrs... :)"

Loren says "But, that sawmill does need inspecting again. :)"

Argothe grins, "WOnder who we can have fall in the vat of grease this 
time..." :)

Annik grins.

Zartha hides, carefully avoiding everyone's view.

Loren says "I dunno.. we don't have that many Full Apprentices to waste. :)"

Annik throws the pillow up into the air. "Well, I'm done..." :)

Loren starts a pillow fight!

Loren says "Oh.. web pages... do we need a new look?"

Zartha ducks and hides some more...

Loren says "We should look to getting permission to reuse parts of the old 
smithcraft pages... the owner's player here was recently idle-dested after 
90weeks."

Annik hmms, "We should probably talk to Chandor about the webpage if we want 
to make any changes."

Loren says "Ok. I haven't seen him in nearly a year."

You say "He was last on in Nov, but I think he can be contacted through 
e-mail."

Annik drops a pin. "If nobody else has anything to discuss, we can end the 
meeting..." :)

Argothe says "Dosn't have anything else"

Loren says "Ok.. I'm risking waffle-face... sounds fine to me. Thanks!"

Zartha doesn't have anything to say!

Annik pokes Malan. :)

Malan oofs and grins.

You say "Ready to end the meeting, Malan?"

Malan says "Sure."

Zartha pokes Malan out of sense of duty, and grins.

You say "Okay, this meeting is adjourned! Thank you for coming everyone. :)"