chairs are scattered at odd intervals around this room, mostly soft,
comfortable armchairs, with a few wooden ones off against the walls. The
center of the area holds a cluster of sofas, arranged with a carefully
sculpted haphazard appearance around a low wooden table. The glowlight
shines off somewhat uneven walls, which sparkle with bits of bright mineral.
A table against the wall holds some bottles of various beverages and a few
trays of neat snacks. Doors leading off the room lead to various harper
private residences. Observing from the mantlepiece is a bronze firelizard. You
see Samantha here. Liesana, Harsha, Mimi, and Sadahl are here.
in from the Balcony Hallway.
waves at Ylisa from where he sits. In a chair. It's a brown chair. Quite
whistles, she's early! Victory! Sweet victory, and she didn't even know
what she was walking into. She laughs victoriously, though no one else
understands why she's laughing. She peers around and finds a place to sit, off
to herself. She doubts anyone recognizes her cause she is always slipping into
back at Sadahl, and drops into a comfy chair of her own, smiling as
she leans back against the soft upholstery. Bliss!
flounces in, flops onto a sofa, stretching the whole way across to take up
the whole thing, with nods around to everyone. Yup.
slips in, walking in that unconsciously-seductive way...err, at least it
/would/ be, if Kirsy weren't trying to ensnare every male in the near
vicinity...but we shall all /pretend/ it's unconscious. Yes. A hand
raises and fingers are raised in a wiggle of hello, as Kirsy takes up her own
Ensnare males? Sadahl, being the only male in the vicinity, is ensnared. Rowr.
But he still sits in his brown chair. It's more comfy then anyone else's chair.
Really, it is.
watches the ensaree and the ensared with amusement. While the male doesn't move
the interest is written on his face and this is the most amusing thing that has
happened all day.
noise can be heard from the direction of the stairwell, the sound of
several pairs of feet and the low sound of mingled voices, over which one very
familiar soprano can be heard. "That's it! Just leave the trays
on the tables, and you can head off again, thanks!" And in pops
Liesana, at the head of a trio of drudges, all bearing snacks and drinks.
"Oh good!" beams the senior journeywoman, surveying the gathered
apprentices. "I see you all got my message to meet here for
depths of an armchair, something stirs. Ylisa shifts into a more upright
posture, and grins at those who have just entered. Comfy chairs /and/
to Liesana as a drink is plucked from the tray of a drudge walking
past. "Sure did. What're we doin' again?" Juice is sipped as she
rearranges herself on her sofa so she doesn't spill anything.
grins and nods, lunch...meet here for lunch...Riiiight. It's a good thing
she wondered into the lounge just as the other people started to show or she would
have been in major troubles. Missing or being late to another class would not
have gone over well. She sinks into her chair, victory!
up, attentive and /all/ thoughts of ensnaring males gone from her
head as it /is/a lesson. "Yes, Liesana, we did," says
Kirsy quickly, nodding eagerly and taking down her notebook and stylus for
taking notes. Kirsyn /does/ want to teach children someday, after all.
hears the bustling noise of Liesana; her turns his head to catch her
coming through the door. " Is that food for us?" is the first eager
words that come out of his mouth. " I'm starved." Never mind that he
just six sandwiches an hour ago. He adds something as an afterthought, "
Oh, yeah, I got the message."
there's food. If Liesana is being forced to teach during her lunch
break, expect her to order the lesson catered. "Indeed it is,
Sadahl. Now, you lot go and help yourselves to some," she
allows, demonstrating an excellent foraging technique of her own.
"And then we'll sit down and have a conference amongst ourselves on two
very important parts of being a ranking Harper, duties that you'll /all/ take
part in, probably many times, in your careers as Harpers.
Giving Craft Interviews, and performing Handfasting ceremonies."
suddenly disappears ::between::!
makes no move for food, she snuggles down into her chair. They only feed
you so they can catch you off guard with question while your face is stuff with
food. Nope not going to happen to her. She's going to be prepared and alert. So
ooh's softly from her little corner of the couch, squirming a bit as she
wrestles with her stylus to take notes. "Oh...this's important then,
I'll take good notes." Of course, this last comment is merely for her
benefit, as Kirsy doesn't expect an answer, skirts rustly as she fidgets once
more, hand not occupied with the stylus toying with her braid. Food is
ignored, Kirsyn must keep up her shape, you know.
blinks in from ::between::!
wastes no time in getting up and t'wards the food table. He ravages
through, finding a few meatrolls, some fruit, a pastry or two, and some fried
fish, before finding his previous seat and sitting down again. He spends several
moments munching and being silent, the food taking all his energy. Hearing
Kirs, he also takes out his notebook, and manages to get several grease smudges
over them before writing 'important' down at the top of the page.
a nice amount of food onto a small plate for herself - what balance -
and returns to her seat, wrinkling her nose up. "I've /done/ interviews,
though! Plenty of 'em!" Redfruit is crunched into, "They 'r eashy,"
can be heard mumbled
through a full mouth.
levers herself out of her armchair and surveys the table appreciatively.
"Well, this looks good." She helps herself to a glass of juice
and a plateful of assorted goodies, then retreats to her armchair,
surreptitiously slipping a small meaty object to the firelizard curled on her
shoulder. He accepts it, then hops onto the chair back where he settles
down to sleep. Yes, that's
Ylisa fishes her note-tablet from her bag, places it on the arm of the chair in
readiness, then starts to eat.
balances a plate of edibles on her knee, and then adopts a seat on a
sofa best described as a modified-lotus position. She even treats Mimi's
mutterings to a benevolent smile. "Precisely one of the reasons I
you attend, Mimi," she beams, before tilting her head and addressing
the rest of the group. "So... Let's start with interviews. As
Mimi pointed out, Senior Apprentices are qualified to conduct them. We've
all gone through
our own interviews... Besides them being nerve-wracking, what do you all
remember from them? What do you think the Harper interviewing you was
trying to learn?"
raises a hand, then continues without waiting for Liesana to say
anything. " Um, I remember that you asked me what a Harper mainly does,
and it took me a while to remember. And a bit about my past." Sadahl eyes
skipping over it in favor of a particularly juicy looking meatroll.
her grumblings into a small beam. Oh good. Does she get to show off?
Fun! "Y' try and find out why a person wants to be a Harper and if they
have good reasons and stuff like that." A small giggle. Interviews are fun.
Except Mimi was called 'immature' at hers. She still holds a grudge against
Kurt for that. A cookie is nibbled on daintily for a moment, before decisively
being stuffed into her mouth.
face turns somewhat grim at this question - seems she didn't much enjoy
her interview. She sets the bread that she's holding back on the plate.
"What I knew about what Harpers do seemed to be the main focus of mine.
And what I
that was relevant - could I sing, or play an instrument, or keep records."
shrugs, shoulders lifting helplessly, though she does have a vague idea.
"To try and see if becoming a Harper is what's really what's in their
heart, what they truly want to do? I think they asked about where I'd be
in ten years
or something..." And Kirsyn takes the chance to gnaw on her lower
lip, as if that'll recall more facts. Nice try, Kirsyn.
racks her brain remembering her interview, her tongues is chewed gently
in thought, "They want to make sure you are going to be dedicated and
responsible.." she nods. Not sure how to respond, she's never been this
in a lesson.
nods along, the occasional comment of "Good... good..." rising from
around a slice of melon that she's nibbling. A slice of melon that is
emphatically shaken in Harsha's direction. "Exactly!!" she
intones with a terrifying enthusiasm. "All the mind games, all the
interrogation, all the sheer terror of an interview boils down to just one
thing. We want to be sure
person applying is sure of what they want to do, and aware of the reality of
Harpering. Think of the time and marks it takes to train someone from
Apprentice to Journeyman... Five turns or more, some times. Would /you/
want to waste that?"
munching something, so shakes her head in silence. No, she wouldn't
want that. When she can speak again, she adds, "But you can't really
know what it's like until you do it. It would have been nice to be able to
find out more before being committed, maybe stay at the Hall for a week or two
... sorry, that's off the point."
shudders. "No. Not me." That's five years, after
all, where Kirsyn's
losing her youthful charms, you know. Turning to Ylisa, she cocks her
head. "Aren't there... probationary apprentices or something for
that?" Kir asks with a
purse of her lips, one hand reaching out to grab some food before harperlet can
stop herself, and with a reluctant sigh she gives into temptation, biting down
with a small sigh of delight.
nods, catching Ylisa's insightful comments; " Yeah, couldn't there be a
way of sort of testing the waters, if you will?" Of course, you could just
quit if you really hated Harpering. But, still. " You might think you like
it at first, and then realize you're not suited to being a Harper." Of
course, he can't even imagine five years in the future. " Future? What
wiggles around to adjust herself on her couch, head propped up on one of
the arms and plate balancing on her stomach. "But I've only been a Harper
for about three turns and I'm workin' on my project. And even /you/ said I'll
prolly make jman in the year." Preen. Beam. Bu then an afterthought, "Although
I wouldn't want to waste three turns of anything, either." Hair is flipped
over the chair of the arm before she nibbles on a piece of meatroll. "If
people aren't really dedicated, we'd prolly scare 'em away by the time the
interview's done, anyways." Innocence. A small narrowing of her brow, "Yeah,
how do we decide
not to make someone a probby or a regular appy?"
widen as "Exactly!" is thrown with terrifying speed in her
direction. Okay think Harsha, this is too good to be true, on time and giving
right answers? When will she wake up from this dream? She tries to disappear
into her chair.
strides eagerly in from the Balcony Hallway.
help of his two flits-who flutter about the lad's shoulders, doing
nothing more than annoying him-Kedei climbs the staircase. One hand grips
tightly the banister, while steps are carefully taken. "Sorry I'm
late," he inform the journeywoman, grinning faintly at Liesana and the
others gathered. "They would only let me go after being sure that I wasn't
gonna start bleeding again." They being the healers, and the bleeding is in
reference to the bandage
wrapped around his head, making the apprentice look quite odd, considering his
dreadlocks are currently sticking out from the material in odd angles.
shrugs and gnaws at the rest of her melon. "Well, a probationary
apprentice is generally someone who we don't feel is quite ready to be a
Harper, but either shows some faint glimmer of promise, or is insistent enough
about trying that they wore us down. Hence the reason for the reinterviews
for probie appies. OK, next question...? Kedei!" The
ranker stands, and paces quickly over to the apprentice, clucking in a
quasi-maternal fashion. "You don't have to make a class, in fact
you're supposed to milk this for what it's worth and slack off... Now sit down
before I make you /lie/ down."
as he's told, almost, (but not quite) blushing over the attention
given to him. As he sits, he leans in and asks Mimi, "Psst.. What did I
about to pounce on Kedei for information on gossip. She's only gotten
mixed up chatter from her "sources" so she must go straight to the
victims. In fact...She should interrogate Liesa later, too. She shrugs towards
Kedei as she nibbles on a cookie, "Nothin, really. Food. And talkin' 'bout
interviews. Simple stuff." A cookie is handed over in Ked's direction from
Mimi's small mountain of food on her plate.
observes Kedei with a vacant expression upon his face -- almost like he's
asleep, but not quite. He suddenly jerks awake, and, being the consider fellow
he is, drawls out at the fellow apprentice, " Er, what happened to
regards Kedei with concern until it becomes clear that he's in one piece
really, then the surprise in her expression gives way to curiosity.
"Is that as bad as it looks?"
would pounce; but refrains, she'll find out /eventually/ what this's all
about, really. Kirsy, however, is a shameless matchmaker, so that's
really what's running through her head, about who she could hook whom up with,
and if this new boy is apparently available - but Kirsy stops that thought
Plenty of time to think about that later, it's lesson time. So her face
goes blank. Must...focus. "Hi, I'm Kirsyn, Harper Apprentice,
tell me about you sometime." Blink. Terribly focused, indeed.
Statement directed to Kedei, of course.
Harsha sinks lower into her chair. Not really noticing what is going on
Maybe she should go to the Infirmary.. This
can't be right, on time and answered something right. Her mind is stuck
pondering this notion as things happen around her. She zones out staring at the
waves off all the questions. He'll reply to them all.. After class,
All the personal questions directed at him, that is..
shakes her head and returns to her seat, finishing off her melon and
then reaching out her hand to flick a switch on a funny looking little box.
The room is immediately plunged into the realm of OOC!!
giggles. No...because firstly, it's seriously non-IC in a lot of
ways...even though Pern families would be large, they wouldn't be...18-people
large, and...it's extremely unlikely that they would all die of Thread.
"To say nothing of being overdone in almost every particular."
rolls. My alt's an appie and pretty much an alcoholic. But it wasn't
because of a huge nasty problem. :>
giggles atta Kirsy. I know whooo.
blames it on Liesana-alt. Not my alt's fault. :P
tickles Mimz. You doooo.
"If it were toned down some... say, from a big family of fostered
kidlets, and a family /member/ was maimed by Thread... Then that would be better.
And we all have to admit that some of us had had alcoholic apprentice alts in
the past.. *cough*"
hehs. Well, it /could/ happen. After all, that thread, it's pretty bad
"In fact, most /could/ be blamed on Lies, some way or another..
hehs. Past? ;) Ooooh. I knoooow who, too. I'm so special.
grins. And it is /not/ my alt's fault that your alt is an alkie,
Anyhoo, that was just a random example to illustrate a point. Angst,
when overdone = Bad. And is generally a sign of a twink.
amends that, on the other hand, a little angst can be fun. We also
don't want 'perfect; characters. We want folks that can create a fairly
robust character, and we're tougher than pretty much any other Craft on the game
to get into, because people expect so much from Harpers.
wonders, if they are that twinky, should we comment about it OOC'ly? Say
that they shouldn't come in our craft until they learn how to deal with the
angst, the twinkiescum. Heh. I wanna be a twinkiescum.
and sniffles. I'm not perfect? ;D
Mimi laughs! Hey look, someone wants an interview while we're in the
hees. Yep. My alt, one of my first, has a bit of an ansty
background...but she's so apathetic about the whole thing it never gets her
down. And she drinks in moderation now. My alt's not perfect, my
alt's a crazy little devil-child. :P
chuckles. Indeed they do want an interview.
heys. Tell them we're busy. Come back later. Or, better yet, they're not
good enough to join a craft. Yeah. Can't wait until I get to do interviews and
hms...Most twinks have reputations that get around, so we can attempt to
snickers. And yes, Sadahl, if you see that the interview is just
to crash and burn and be really painful, you're allowed to OOC (politely) that
you don't feel they're ready, and they should try again in X amount of time,
after working on Y. But above all, BE POLITE TO TWINKS. I know it
hurts, but we want to give a good impression of the Craft, to /everyone/. :)
oh's. Okay. Be polite. Riiiiight.
hates being polite to twinks. It buuuurns...but I try to be anyway.
Cause everyone's a bit of a twink at heart. I think. ;)
admits that politeness is something that I appreciate above all else. You
can be a slime ball all you want, IC"ly, but if I see someone acting all
high and mighty OOC'ly towards a newbie, a twink or /anyone/.. Well, it truly
turns me off.
giggles. Is there anyone that can't admit that they weren't even the
slightest bit twinky when they started out?
gawds. I was /such/ a newbie when I started here. Never a twink, but
Marius was /amazingly/ forgiving in my interview. :) Anyhoo, be polite to
twinks, look for robust characters... Hmm... What would some pet peeves in
posing be, that would trip all your Twink Sensors?
Do we have a definition of 'twink,' for the record?
hehs. Yeah. I'm more than a bit of a twink at heart, you don't want to
know all the twinkish things I've done. I've gotten a few leaders mad at me.
But, yeah, that's another discussion altogether. And that was a /long/ time ago.
I've learned. Really. Up, powerposing? Like, saying they're eating your brains
when you never gave them permission to eat your brains.
waves. "One line poses, when you /know/ that they've done better."
says, "spelling wrong?"
"Which is different from a newbie posing, who doesn't know
"I'm a stickler for grammer/spelling, personally."
grins. For the record, to me a 'newbie' is a new player. They /know/
they're new, and will ask for help. Twinks think they're God. :P
notes that twinks don't have to be new to be twinks. I know some twinks
on here that have survived for two years or more.
hmms...I look for poses that don't really describe? Like...they can even
be long, but don't really tell, in full, what their character's doing or
nods. So, and here's a hot topic... Posing lengths!
chuckles at Lies's definition. Well, that won't do, on Pern. Might
/demanding/ interviews and generally not being polite to the list, then.
said that. Right up there. :P
doesn't think that we should care as long as they aren't obvious? Because
I make typos all the time. If they can't use proper punctuation or capital
letters at the beginning of the sentence, though, I'd be a little worried. Or if
they start talking about knowing/being related to people in the books. Or asking
when they can be the master of the craft.
hmm's. Isn't it between 5 and 8 lines, for netiquette purposes?
"And then three and five for hatchings, spammy spots, etc?""
"/Not/ super long. Like at one certain interview I did. ^^ Hee. She
was misinformed that SuperLong is Good. If someone thinks SuperLong is
good....Politely mention something?"
oh's. Posing lengths. A sentence is fine, to me. As long as it makes
sense. I think 3 lines is good, tho, and definitely not more than 15, because
that's just spammy.
nods. Usually at /least/ three...unless it's a quickquickquick pose, and
not all that often...like when you're exiting a room or something, and the
other person's already left. Three lines is a good start for me, though
poses run longer than that...it's only when I'm tired that they're around
nods. is MOO standard. I'd even accept 2 to 4, if
well. Jueann, for example, rarely goes over 4 lines in length. I
like it if an interviewee tries to match posing lengths with others in the room.
becomes braindead sometimes and can't make my pose more than a sentence
long. Like, uh, today for instance. Ooo. That's a good point.
nodnods. Interviewing can get hard to pose long because if you don't have a
lot to say...It's tough to say "sits and squirms" in so many
the he's a spam meister, but I try to temper it when I'm around
those who /know/ that I'm such. Like Liesana said, I'll usually try and match
whatever the others are doing.
thinks quality and actually having something to say are at least as
important as length.
giggles. Quality over quantity?
nods. So basically, none of these guidelines are set in stone, because
no two people are alike, but in an interview, look for 1) Knowledge of cannon,
the game and the Craft. 2) The difference between IC and OOC. 3)
Acceptable spelling and grammar. 4) Reasonable pose lengths 5)
/Quality/ posing. (IE, no rambling just to take up space) 6) A good,
grins. So... any more questions/comments?
hmm's. What if your character isn't necessarily 'good'. No reason.
one...if two people are handfasted ICly, do you as a harper need to
do anything OOCly?
says, "ick..sorry to duck out..I gotta go bathe the dog."
grins. We'll get to handfasting in a moment. I want to hop back to
and then skip to OOC again after that, Kay?
"Could you tell us about the mechanics of interviewing as a Snr App?
We need to get someone to watch, and then decide - how's that bit done?"
nodnods at Lies.
ooh's at Ylisa. Good question.
"Someone watches. At the end you consult with them..."
nods. Sounds easy.
gigglets. And I always make sure I've asked all the right IC questions by
asking my Watcher before going OOC.
nods. And gives Mimi another gold star. If you want to interview as
senior apprentice, you need someone of Jman rank or above to watch via
firelizard. We'll step in and give a hand if you get stuck, but for the
most part, we'll leave you on your own. We'll discuss with you whether you
feel that player X should join, or not, and we'll take your opinion into account
with our own. After the initial interview, you'll be given more and more
autonomy, although you'll not be left completely along until you're a Jman.
ook's. And nods. Sounds good...
nods. So we all coo' wit' dat?
giggles. Yoyo. Word.
housekeeper arrives to cart Harsha off to bed.
yups. I'm good with that.
smiles, and reaches out to that mysterious little box again, toggling
the switch in the other direction, and returning the room to ICness.
"So," she inquires, picking up a meatroll and gnawing on it.
"Let's talk about Handfastings now... Besides turning everyone involved in
them into a pile of emotional goo, they're also one of our more pleasant duties
as Harpers. What do you all know about our involvement there?"
snickers very quietly and leans over to Kedei, "Watch out for Kirsy. She
bites," whispered in a purposely loud voice. Gleaming smile to Sadahl, "He
was attacked by one of Kurt's stalkers with Kurt in the gardens." Hair
flip. Mimi has her ways of knowing things. She probably knew what happened to
Kedei before he did. One of Kedei's dreadlocks is flicked, "Your hair looks weird.
You should get them to rearrange that bandage so it doesn't make your head look
Mimi is just /such/ a nice girl, isn't she? Right then. Once the excitements
over..."Uh...We say the vows, then tell the pair to smooch, then go
pauses to sip her juice before saying rather hesitantly, "The Harper seems
to act as master of ceremonies, but the couple say their own words as
promises. We don't tell them what to say." She frowns. "At
least, not at the ones I've been too. Which isn't many, admittedly."
blinks at Mimi's advice and comments, before shaking his head and turning
back to the lesson at hand. He hasn't been to very many handfastings-in fact,
just one, that he can remember. "Well, when my older sister got handfasted,
I remember her telling me about meeting with the harper first off, to discuss
the ceremony. That way, there'd be no mistakes or lags during the real thing.
He-the harper master-asked about the gold marks that they'd be exchanging, and
if there were any 'extras' that they wanted to add, like a different kind of
token, or something..."
pokes Mimi viciously. "Hey now, that's not particularly nice
y'know...ooh, and Mimi's right about your hair. Cut it and spike it or
something," is said with a knowing nod from harper lass. "But
anyway, I'll bug ya after class...I'm not /that/ mean." And attention
is returned with a snap of her head to handfastings. "What they
said...I'd say the same thing, but it'd be
Yes. Sometimes we sing at them?"
rests his feet up on the seat in front of him, much to the dismay of the
young apprentice sitting there. Not that Sadahl's going to do anything about
it. " Oh, wow, I thought he was just getting stressed out," he
comments. He then pays attention to the class; " Well, we probably need to
go over what we're going to say beforehand, like which kind of vows we'll say,
where and what time it will be at, what style of service it will be, and stuff
thank you not to spread half-fact rumors until I have submitted my report
on the incident, Mimi," raps out an ice cold voice from across the
room. Whoah. Was that Liesana? Yup. A cold glance settles on
the senior apprentice for a long moment, before a shake of her shoulders returns
Liesana to affability. "You're all partly right," she
allows. "The Harper performs the ceremony, and occasionally performs
at the reception afterwards. Only Journeymen or higher may perform
Handfastings, and we always confer with the fiancées before the event, for
planning. Now... Who can tell me the traditional
they aren't hard to remember."
around abruptly at the sound of Liesana, raising her eyebrows at the
journeywoman's tone. Has Liesana /ever/ said anything like that to Mimi? Has /anyone/
ever said anything like that to Mimi? Well...Probably, yes, but we'll
forget that for now. "But Liiiesa. I spread half-fact rumors about
/everything/. It's not like it's anything /new/." Dignified sniff and she
sulks by eating a cookie. She'll still spread the rumors, but it's the principle
of the thing. Traditional vows? Hmph. Mimi just seems interested in her
Garland blinks in from ::between::!
realizes, while watching Mimi chew said cookie, that his food has been
growing cold. He gets a pastry from his rather large pile, and chews on it
while replying to Liesana, " Umpf. I dunno?" Not that him saying
anything will help. "I luff you and will stay wiff woo ferever." And
now him not paying attention to the handfasting Liesana did really starts to
answer this one.. "First, the harper asks for the names of the two
getting handfasted, for the records and to announce to everyone who the lucky
couple is. Then, he or she asks if the man will take the woman as his wife, to
love and to honor for all time..." Now, the only reason he knows this is
because he recently learnt a song that had those exact words within them.
to me after class." raps out that icy tone again, Liesana apparently in
no mood for Mimi's general exuberance, before she nods slightly to the rest of
the class to continue.
tends to shrug helplessly, and does so now, as that seems the wise course
of action when you don't know something. "Yes. Well....I sort
of...haven't been to one, and I forgot. So that's why, really."
Hands return to smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, braid hanging down over
her shoulder, as little FroooodoBreeches looks fearfully around the room.
Everyone's hitting on him.
male apprentice therefore goes on. "Then, once he says yes, then the
harper asks the woman if she will you take the man as her mate, to love, honor,
and bear only his children." Kedei blushes at that last remark. He might be
nearly 19 Turns, but the young man is still a bit ... squeamish about certain
things. "In other words, she has to promise not to sleep around," he
slaps his thigh with that remark. " Yeah, that's right. No sleepin'
around." And eats his pastry innocently.
open-mouthed at Liesana, allowing a few cookie crumbs to fall onto
her knee. The crumbs are noticed and swiped off of her knee before she shoves
the rest of the cookie in her mouth and leans back against her couch. Looking...Generally
like a small child that has just been told she can't do
something. Besides, she doesn't actually remember the vows, so she wouldn't be
volunteering to say them, anyways.
in. "Oh, and then he offers her the marriage mark and asks her to
accept it, and be his, or something - that's the bit that's in their own
words." She nods with satisfaction at having remembered something
about it, at least. "And if she does - we hope she does! If she
does she says so in /her/ own words."
for a moment, emerging from her Pout. "What if she /does/ say no?"
Just...curious question. "What do we do?"
gives a bit of an amused grin. "Well... then our job at the
is over. You might as /why/, but if she doesn't want to do it, then your
main responsibility is to take the poor groom and see that he gets properly
drunk." she opines. "But... Back to the topic at hand.
Let's have a mock Handfasting, shall we? Sans kiss, and non legally
binding, of course. Who wants to be the bride and groom?"
listens as the other apprentices give their answers, and then blanches at
Liesana's idea. Ducking his head, he slinks lower into his chair. Let the girls
go and do it.. He'll just, sit here and look.. small. Invisible. Non-groom
giggles a bit, "I wonder if anyone's /ever/ said no before..." She lets her
hand /shoot/ up at the mention of a mock handfasting. Was Mimi in anyway sad?
Ever? Pouting? No way. Gossiping? Not at all. Sans kiss? Hah. Kedei's wrist is
grabbed for, "C'mon,
Kedei. Let's get mock-handfasted." Is she evil or what? And loving it.
follows Kedei's example, as she /abhors/ these displays, simply squirming
in her seat for a moment or two and biting on a fingernail in a way she hope
won't be notice. If you can't be heard, you can't be seen, correct?
Well, that's her idea, anyway, so Kirsyn remains silent. Ooh.
a wry grin and says dryly, "Better to change her mind then than just
/after/ the ceremony, I suppose." She doesn't, however, volunteer
for the mock ceremony. What need, when others are so keen?
call this keen? However, Kedei-rather than fight Mimi-allows himself
to be dragged forward. Funky bandages, dreadlocks and all, he steps forward.
"Will there be kissing involved?" he asks, deadpan serious. However,
the faintest trace of a grin is making its way across his features, showing that
hey, maybe this won't be all /that/ bad. Hehe.
notices Mimi's volunteering Kedei. " Yeah, I think that Kedei wants to
volunteer," he offers, wry smile slipping
on his bemused lips as he polishes off his baked goods. " He's more likely
to get handfasted than me, anyways," he finishes.
gives a most amused grin, and doesn't make a single move to intervene on
poor Kedei's behalf. "No. No kissing. Apprentice rules,
and all, you know. Sorry to disappoint you, Ked," she winks.
"Right. Well, the first thing you do as a Harper, after a couple has
approached you, is you sit down and have a little chat with them. So,
Kedei, Mimi, congratulations to you both. What do you yourselves see
happening in your ceremony? Would you like it to be
or completely original?" She turns to deliver an aside to the class.
"For demonstration purposes, we're going with tradition, but be aware that
you can get some really /weird/ requests..."
walks with a graceful step in from the Balcony Hallway.
wrinkles her nose up slightly. Not even a kiss on the /cheek/? Bah. Miz
just beams, clinging onto one of Kedei's hands, attempting to appear one in a
"happy to-be-handfasted pair". The senior apprentice is ready to make
a wonderfully outrageous suggestion, "Completely- aw - traditional," the
last word is said almost sullenly. But. For the sake of demonstration...Fine.
"Weird? Like what?"
like what?" Kedei asks, though he can just /imagine/ some of the odd
requests that might be given. Something about leather outfits and bovine whips
crosses his mind, the weird thought to be blamed on the knock received to his
head. With the tiniest of interested grins, he silently waits to hear the reply.
continues to gnaw on her lip - as long as they're on tradition, you know
- although this time it's really in extreme amusement, hands fidgeting in her
lap as Kirsy /does/ try to hold back laughter. And an /intense/
concentration on unbraiding her braid, so she succeeds fairly well.
decides that this is a good time to make a few notes, so picks up her
writing tools and starts jotting down the main points of what Liesana is
saying. Her empty plate is deposited on the floor by the side of her
armchair. The blue firelizard perched on the chair back cranes his neck to
inspect it, but settles back with a disdainful flip of his wings when he sees
that all the goodies have gone. She listens with an attentive tilt of the head,
opening her mouth briefly as if to ask a question, but waiting for a better
just gives a serene little smile and a "You'll find out... remind me to
tell you about the time a pair of back cotholders wanted to ride in on
blue-dyed llamas, though... Ahem. Anyways. A traditional ceremony.
We'll skip forward through the rest of the planning of the celebration that
would undoubtedly take place. Time for the ceremony! Kirsyn, Sadahl,
Ylisa, Harsha, you lot are witnesses. Stand in a bunch at the back if you
will? Now, as the officiating Harper, I stand up at the front facing the
crowd. Kedei, you come stand up here by me, and Mimi, let's see you give a
march down the aisle."
wakes from her daze/sleep as she hears her name and wakes to find herself
in the middle of preparations for a /handfasting/. Don't act surprised to be
here. She nods and follows the rest of the names that were called. Just do what
dark-skinned apprentice does as he's told, and removes his hand from Mimi's
grip of handfasting-merriment. Kedei gives the limb a good shake, and idly
wonders what that woman will be like to her mate when she has kidlets. Oy!
Taking his place near Liesana, he reaches up to adjust his bandages and hair.
Even though it's only a mock ceremony, you gotta look good for the people, you
Kirsyn follows the instructions of Liesana like a dutiful little harper
lass, slipping over to file into group
formation and act as much like a solemn witness as she can, even managing to
dredge a couple of tears out to have them fall down her cheeks. Of course
she must continue to look simply ravishing while doing so, you know. All
in what's necessary for her image to be maintained.
as she shuffles back past a table, looking around at the "witnesses"
with grins and winks to the appropriate friends. Shoulders are squared, chin
held parallel to the ground, and she slowly begins to walk forward. All goes
well until a chair is in her way. The girl stops, wrinkles up her nose, with a
small "oof" shoves the chair to the side, then continues up to Liesana
happened at all, of course.
stands up and moves into the place Liesana indicated, still clutching her
notes in case there's anything to add to them. The corners of her mouth
are twitching, but she manages to look almost as if she's taking this
seriously. She hums a few bars of a cheerful march tune as Mimi heads
along the 'aisle,' just loudly enough to be heard.
already at the back. But he's not standing -- so he rises, pushing through the
crowd to stand over by Kirsyn. Hands in pockets, he watches, stubbornly trying
to look like he's not, meanwhile. Lips /do/ curl up into a smile. Kedei and
Mimi'll be hearing about this for a while.
suffering from quite the case of suppressed laughter herself as she
watches her 'newlyweds' assemble. "Right. Well, I'll drop the
formal lingo in the interests of brevity, but in the full ceremony, be as
flowery as you like. First off: Does anyone here have any reason why
these two Harpers cannot be mock-Handfasted?
finally starts to understand what is going on and grins. She wonders just
how much she missed, and how much was vital. Probably all of it. Oh well, maybe
she can copy someone's notes later.
suddenly disappears ::between::!
say something, and /should/ say something, considering that this on
top of the rumors spreading about his knock to the head will certainly place
him into the limelight for several more days, if not sevendays, at least.
However, he remembers the vice like grip Mimi had on his hand, and even though
this /is/ just a joke, he doesn't want to experience that grasp on any /other/
part of his anatomy. Therefore, "Fine by me," is all he mumbles,
gulping in slight apprehension. Sharded if he do, and sharded if he don't... So
may's well make the best of it, right?
shakes her head. "No," is said simply...it would be fun to come
a list, of course, as if taking the process seriously, but in the interest of
what needs to be done, Kirsyn refrains like a dear, expressing only that.
Monosyllabic and everything, so informative. Cue the fake sigh and teary
sniffle from her corner.
tempted -- but no. Hands stay in pockets, he continually watches
dutifully. He raises a 'brow at Kedei's comments, whispering something about,
"Yeah, I bet it's fine by you." Winkwink, nudgenudge. Coughing, he
says something louder; " Er, no."
decides to spare Kedei another death-cling and clasps her own hands
together, sunny smile on her face. She turns slightly towards the
"witnesses" with a small glare. They'd better not have any problems
with it. Ooor else. Or else what? Oh. Not sure. Mimi, just stays silent for now,
turning her glare off, smile on and faces back towards Kedei and Liesana.
grins at the silence. "Good. Disrupting my lesson in the middle
teaching it is a good way to get yourself on my list of people to copy
archives." Or pranked. "So, now we tell the couple to please
step forward and state their names, titles, and affiliations, for the
blinks softly, she has a question and she starts to raise her hand but
thinks better about it and puts it back down quickly. Hopefully it wasn't seen.
She'll just wait to ask... if she doesn't forget
raises her notepad and a quick note is made of the questions that have been
asked so far. "What happens if someone does object?" she wonders
aloud. "It would be awful - but what would you do?" Then she
looks embarrassed because
interrupted the "ceremony."
small step-since he's already beside the journeywoman anyway-Kedei comes
forward. "I'm Harper apprentice Kedei," he states, reaching up to
once again fix the bandage threatening to unroll, and spill out his bound
a step forwards, clearing her throat and announcing, "Mimi, Harper Senior
Apprentice." Eyebrow is arched at the bandage on Kedei's head, but once she
is convinced it will not fall onto her, she turns her raised eyebrow over
towards Ylisa, turning her stance from eager-being-handfasted-woman to
questioning-apprentice, "Hey, yeah, what would we do?"
simply nods, seeing Ylisa raise her own notepad seems to remind Kirsyn of
her notebook, and hands fumble to grasp it from her lap and shove the stylus
down onto the material, hastily putting down notes to hopefully make up for lost
time, one eye trained on the 'groom and bride' all the time, of course.
his notebook. Perhaps he should go over and get it. He leans
forward, slinging it into his arms, before watching once more, jotting down a
brief thing here and there. Eyes fall upon Ylisa -- jeez. " They kick him
out of the 'fasting." Well, that's obvious.
reverts from her quasi-official stance to muse that "Well, one would
give the challenger leave to speak their reason, and if it's a sound one, the
handfasting is off. If it isn't, have the Guards haul 'em off, and carry
on. But! Back to the show. Very well then, Kedei, do you take
this woman Mimi to be your mock-wife? Do you promise to love, honor and
protect her as long as you both live? Or until the end of class , whatever
grins good, her question was already asked. That means she doesn't have
to wait to ask, she'll get to find out now. What /if/ someone does. An old
lover, a angry parent? "So... You get to decide if it's a sound reason?
What constitutes a sound reason?"
a wince at the idea of being fasted to Mimi forever. At the addition
of 'end of class,' he lets out a sigh of relief and nods. "Sure. Yeah.
Whatever you say." Then, he realizes that they're /trying/ to be
professional here, for learning sake, so he coughs and re-replies with, "I
mean. Of course. She's is of my heart, and without her, I would surely cease to
exist." There, you want sappy? How was that?
turns a little red at the comment; smirking lips seem to be trying to
hold down an outburst of laughter. Finally, he gives up, letting out several
loud snorts, which he tries to cover with his mouth. He then steps behind Ylisa,
hoping to cover that entire episode up by getting someone else blamed for it.
Because, y'know, Ylisa sounds like a fifteen turn old boy.
nods, scribbling ever more notes down in her notebook, already cramming a
whole page full of notes on this thing - handfastings. One would see all
this, if one bothered to look closely...and the doodles of classmates are merely
instructive and revive her memory when she goes over these later. Really.
returns to eager-wife-to-be position, letting a small "you'd better"
cross her oh-so-bright-and-sunny face. Kedei earns a small /look/ at his first
response, but the look brightens at his correction. That's /much/ better. And
what's wrong with being fasted to Miz forever? We all know everyone luffs the
housekeeper arrives to cart Harsha off to bed.
stifles a most-un-solemn snicker at the apprentice antics, and then
clears her throat to go on. "Yes, very good. So, Mimi, do you
take this man Kedei to be your mock-husband? Do you promise to love him, honor
his claim, and bear only his children? Or perhaps darn his socks or
something, since you aren't allowed to engage in any activities leading to
children. For as long as you both shall live, or until the end of
a curious glance over her shoulder at Sadahl, who seems to be trying
to - hide behind her? However, she'd better scribble down the
answer to her question, and the formal questions that Liesana has put to the
With nothing to lean on, 'scribble' is about the right word, too.
help it, but lifts up his right foot at this suggestion, tugging Mimi's hand to
notice the hole in one pant leg. "Or, you could mend my trousers, you
snickers at this image, Mimi darning socks forever for Kedei. Heh.
She'll have to tease Mimi about that later - something about lovingly darning
his socks forever or some such thing. And stays tight-lipped, so as not to
interrupt the "officiality" of the ceremony. Yeah, right.
near-snorts at Liesana before regaining composure and giving a considerably
seriously faced nod. "I will forever darn my sweet-Kedei's socks. And mend
his trousers." Mimi's really quite proud of herself for this being all said
so very deadpan. Lovingly. Hah. If someone waves socks in her face before this class
is over she may kill them. "Of course." But only if her sweet-Kedei
continues to laugh -- hiding behind the lovely Ylisa all the time, of
course -- while watching the ceremonies. " So ... funny," he gasps
between chortles, hands on knees. He calms down a bit more, face turning it's
normal brown hue, and continues to watch the going-on's with a teasing grin on
chuckles. "And no using a darning needle to skewer your
she tacks on, in case Mimi should get any ideas. "Oh, and Harsha,
I'll answer your question after this exercise is completed. Now..."
A turn back to Kedei,
extends a golden-brown sugar cookie to him. "Kedei, you have the
Golden Mark," The cookie, obviously. "Offer it to Mimi and
ask her to take it and be yours, telling all that's in your heart."
Another aside. "This is the part where, in a real ceremony, the
amount of sweetener in the air can turn your stomach."
the cookie, and ponders taking a bite out of it before handing it
over. It'd show how he wants to keep his heart to himself.. hehe. However, he
doffs that idea and offers the cookie up for grabs. "Mimi, like this sugary
treat, you are the sweetness that brightens my life. Please accept this golden
*cough* mark and be my sugar-pie forever and ever." The goofy grin that now
graces Ked's face is enough to make /anyone/ laugh, though he's doing a fair job
of holding in his own guffaws...
holds another bubble of laughter in, although the hand that is
effectively "sewing" her mouth shut, and making a soft *thump* as she
leans against the wall, head turning towards the ceiling momentarily.
She's taking notes, really...all those random scratches aren't just a product of
a lack of hand-eye coordination at the moment.
doing a certain amount of chortling herself, but steps forward a few
inches to give Sadahl room to curl up in comfort. More spinner-tracks are
added to the bottom of her notes, and she wrinkles her nose at the semi-legible
scrawl. Laughter and clear script don't seem to mix.
near-bursting, but holds in laughter to a painfully wide grin, accepting
the cookie/golden mark. "Oh Kedei, of course I will." Wait...Pie? There's
pie around? Oh. He wasn't actually talking about /food/. Okay.
notices the cookie being passed around as a mark. He grabs one of his own
cookies from his plate, chewing on it thoughtfully. This class is going to make
laughs at last. "Right. In the traditional ceremony, the bride
supposed to give a reply in her own words as well, but as we seem to all be
suffering from a case of suppressed humor, I now pronounce Kedei and Mimi to be
mock-husband and mock-wife. You may shake hands with the bride, and go sit
and offers his hand towards his new 'mock' wife, and hopes that she
doesn't squeeze /too/ hard. However, before the deed can be done, a familiar
firelizard appears out of nowhere, landing on Ked's shoulder and screetching at
him in what
seems to be anger. "Ugh.. Can I be excused?" he asks, returning his
hand and pointing to the flit. "Journeyman Jeranium is looking for
me..." Hehe.. Saved by the screech. So the handfasting is null. Woohoo!
claps, pursing his lip into an alluring whistle; " Nice couple you two
make." He makes his way around Ylisa, the hiding no longer needed, and
collapses rather solidly down on a chair, taking his food and greasy notebook in
hand once more. He opens his page to his notes, find only 'important' written at
the top. Well, what can you do?
hands with her new 'mock' husband, breaking a piece off of her
"golden mark" and popping it in her mouth. As the firelizard appears
she wrinkles up her nose, "I want my kiss sometime, Kedei. Don't think you're
getting off /that/ easily." Giggling senior apprentice returns to her
couch, pouting slightly as she was planning on clinging onto her new husband,
since this does only last through class, she was going to milk it for all it's
gives Kedei a little nod, and a shoo'ing motion along with a "Take it
easy, kiddo," before turning back to the group, and tilting her head.
"So... aside from the necessary humor, did that illustrate to you somewhat
of how a Handfasting should be conducted?"
snickers, shutting her notebook back with an audible *snap*, and shoving
it into the recesses of her grab-bag, stylus tossed in mere moments
later. "Mimz. Teeell me all that you kow. Or something,
at a general point later in time." And then Lies' voice draws her
back to the present. Oh yeah, /that/ thing...class. "Yes, did a
very good job." Sage nod.
the rest of his classmates a second goofy grin, before shoo'ing off
the firelizard from his shoulder and following the chittering bronze out of the
room. Ahh.. Freedom.. even if it will only last as long as it takes for him to
get to Jeranium's office.
chuckles are replaced by horror as her own firelizard responds to the
new winged arrival's screeching, which woke him from a /lovely/ nap, by
making an even worse noise of his own. She steps quickly over to the chair
where he's perched, and picks him up, but the young blue won't be placated - or
quietened. "Sorry, Liesana, he's not usually this awkward. May
I take him out and calm him down?"
gives another dismissing nod to Ylisa, before turning back to the class.
"Well, to answer your question, Harsha, angry parents are not a sound
reason, if the couple is of a legal age and rank to marry. Neither are
jealous lovers. A sound reason would be a previous husband or a wife
turning up, along those lines. Now, if there are no further
questions..." Her hand hovers over that mysterious toggle box
to the Balcony Hallway.
stretches out on her couch, stomach down as she nibbles on her golden
cookie-mark-thing. "Yes. Being handfasted's going to be /fun/." If
she ever gets handfasted, that is. She'll be able to pick her ooown odd
originalities. Flashes of whips and something about ovines crosses her mind
before the thought is banished. "Anope. Noooo questions here."
shakes her head. "Naw. No questions." Impatient for
class to end,
Kirsy is, mostly because her player is hoping there'll be OOC disco balls and
beanbag chairs soon. Mmm. "Yes! Getting handfasted will
be a blast..."
Visions of revealing fasting dresses and dragons escorting bride and groom fill
/her/ mind. Yeah, right, dream on Kirsyn. "So no."
shrugs, peeling a particularly juicy citrus fruit. " Nope."
smiles, and reaches down to flip that mysterious little toggle switch
again, plunging the room into the tumbling starfield of an OOC Space Station.
gleams. And has been reading too much SF lately, but... Handfastings
and their aspects. Questions!
floats 'n bounces about. Weeee. Yeah, I have a question. How many
handfastings are there in a rl year, usually?
whoots! Do we have to do anything OOCly after doing it ICly?
Garland has done 3-4 of them so far this year :)
hmmmms. Yeah. What Kirsy said.
ponders. It comes in cycles. Oddly, I've noticed a huge increase in
them since 9/11. Whether that's coincidence or something worthy of a
Sociology paper, I don't know. I've done 5, myself. And no,
Handfasting is a completely
IC event. There's no @handfast verb or anything. :P
and nods. That would be funny - if someone with the power could go
around @handfasting random people. :P
Garland nods. I did a lot more last year though.
laughs. Uhm....Are there divorces on Pern? ^^
snickers. If they did that... they probably wouldn't have the power for
Garland woos. A @handfast verb /would/ be handy, if only to
show up in once's
+Finger or something. Like Firelizards and Dragons show up, so should spouses
dies. But it /would/ be funny.
hrms. That is a very good question, Mims.
hehs. I want a @handfasting verb ... ;) That'd be funneh. I guess you
could put it in your plan. That would be neat to show in +finger, though.
Sadahl checks in the lovely dragonlover's guide to pern to see if it says in
inclined to think that there's /something/ of that nature, because
back in DragonsDawn there's a mention of 'contracts of varying lengths'.
But the only real example of a handfasting we're given in the books is between
members of the Blood, who wed for life, and happy couples, who don't want a
thinks that, in a society like Pern, if someone was really unhappy in a
marriage, it would be easy enough to relocate to another Hold, or run off to
giggles. Just in case I want Mimi to become some crazed 40-year-old who's
been married and divorced 5 times. ;D
chuckles. And doesn't think /that/ would be IC. ;)
blech's and is too lazy to look for it.
Garland doesn't think that would be IC either. :P. Though I
have handfasted a
couple of people more than once.
nods. Anyhoo... most of the OOC organizing of the even is done on the
channel 'Handfasting' If someone pages you asking about a 'fasting, get
them and their intended on the channel, and talk it over. It's also useful
during the ceremony, to cut down on spam.
"Sounds easy 'nuff."
nods. What Miz said.
nods. What else... Oh, Jueann's got a tres excellent guide to
Handfastings that she wrote. It's on the tackboard, I think, as well as
listed on the Harper website. Pretty much tells you everything you need to
nods. Sounds handy. Sorry I'm not too talkative today -- for some strange
reason I feel exhausted even though I did nothing all day.
and thinks she's seen it 'round.
snerks. You could be anemic? Well, what else is there to
You see anything that I've missed?
You betchya. ;)
hmms. Handfastings are generally to be very short. And the man always
goes first. That's just the way it is in Pern society. We may be liberal but
they're still a feudal society. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people try
to make Pern too much like Earth :P
nods. Actually, we still have the man go first in most /Terran/ wedding
ceremonies that I can think of. Traditionally, anyways.
oh's. And tell the audience to keep the spam down, during the actual
Garland nods. but there's a lot of liberties taken in terran
rolls. Liesana, dear, I thought you were talking about an /actual/
wedding. Have the priest say, "Now everyone, keep the spam
and hasn't actually beeeen to a wedding before.
Garland flaps around. "rings aren't a traditional
pernese custom. golden marks
are. But that doesn't mean they can't exchange rings. Just explain to them that
it's not tradition, but a custom option.
about cookies? ;)
nods. And sometimes folks won't go for the Mark at all... Last 'fasting
I did, they exchanged a silver runner-shoe nail, and an eating knife with a
golden rose on it. Personal meaning.
Garland - and if you're (un)fortunate enough to be asked to
be more or less a
wedding planner, asking the bakers and the weavers if they'd like to
participate in planning is always a fun way to cultivate RP. But unless they're
very very popular people or of a high rank of some kind it's doubtful that
they'd have the money to throw a large bash. As far as I know they didn't throw
personal parties all that much. Just like turndays weren't celebrated with huge
parties unless you were someone important.
Garland dies at the image of a priest saying that.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Please
keep the spam to a minimum."
notes, bakers are cool. I have a baker alt. ^^ But we're in harper class
now, so I will clam up. :>
nodnods. Oh, did anyone log this? I'd reeeeally like a copy of it when it's
all edited and such. ^^
blechs. Weddings are boring, I don't recommend them.
Kirsy for having baker alts. ^^
giggles. And has been logging, yes.
beams at Mimz. I am logging now - I love that SimpleMu logs to the
beginning of the buffer. ^^
will be posting her copy of the log on her website soon.
Mmkay. I cooould backlog, but wanted to save myself the editing. ;D
loves Lies. And will prolly just steal it from you and give credit. :>
ooh's and finds a slacker person to hang with. Yeah, I logged it, too,
but a lot of the parts are cut out since I kept on getting kicked off all the
time. So I don't think you'd want my log.
grins. Well, if there are no further questions, I'll call this class
dismissed. 3.5 hour lesson. Oy.
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