Room 325, Wednesday Evening
Arthur frowned thoughtfully at his Blackberry. Then at his copy of the school directory. Then back at his Blackberry.
It took him an hour or so to figure it out, but he got it eventually (and with only three messages sent to unwitting recipients, being Wiggin, A., Of Sandover, J. and Mitchell, J. (Faculty) (also one message to Kerrigan, S. which bounced and landed back on his mailbox, finally alerting him to the problem)) and so on he proceeded.
To: Assorted Student Body (minus Merlin) @FandomHigh.net
Body: Tomorrow will be the event of Merlin's naming day. Given the care and consideration paid to such occasions according to local customs, which we choose to observe and honour, we have decided to host a party. If you are joining us, please take to the Sixth Floor during the evening hours, starting at 2000 hours on the military timepiece.
We hope to see you there.
Cordially,
Arthur Pendragon
Crown Prince of Camelot, etc.
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile.
His work here done, Arthur rolled his shoulders and reached for his book.
[[ mostly establishy, but open if you want to bug him afterwards. if you think you got the message, you did. also open to phone calls. this ooc message will now self destruct in 3... ]]
It took him an hour or so to figure it out, but he got it eventually (and with only three messages sent to unwitting recipients, being Wiggin, A., Of Sandover, J. and Mitchell, J. (Faculty) (also one message to Kerrigan, S. which bounced and landed back on his mailbox, finally alerting him to the problem)) and so on he proceeded.
To: Assorted Student Body (minus Merlin) @FandomHigh.net
Body: Tomorrow will be the event of Merlin's naming day. Given the care and consideration paid to such occasions according to local customs, which we choose to observe and honour, we have decided to host a party. If you are joining us, please take to the Sixth Floor during the evening hours, starting at 2000 hours on the military timepiece.
We hope to see you there.
Cordially,
Arthur Pendragon
Crown Prince of Camelot, etc.
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile.
His work here done, Arthur rolled his shoulders and reached for his book.
[[ mostly establishy, but open if you want to bug him afterwards. if you think you got the message, you did. also open to phone calls. this ooc message will now self destruct in 3... ]]