AM I SETTING A WORLD RECORD FOR LATENESS YET [OPEN]
Who: Lemina Ausa, other members of the New Magic Guild of Vane, open to pretty much anyone who was here at the time and wants to drop in. Assume the information was forwarded to your Guide.
What: The first actual meeting of the Guild. Potluck style because Lemina's too cheap to cater, so bring food.
When: Backdated to... several... weekends ago... ... near the start of the month... ... ... OH GOD I AM REALLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND I'VE BEEN SO BAD AT THIS RPING STUFF. JOB HUNTING AND HAVING NO INCOME IS STRESSING ME OUT LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE. PLEASE DON'T FLOG ME.
Where: Back on the planet.
Warnings: EXCESSIVE APOLOGIES AND GUILT wait no that's just in the OOC stuff. Um. Possibility of chaos? Lemina's kind of a chaos generator.
[This world couldn't have been a more perfect location to hold the first meeting for the New Guild. A planet entirely of floating islands, with an atmosphere as picturesque and romantic as that of the old Vane, where the original Guild had been founded. Was it fate that they had arrived here at the same time that Lemina received the funds for the new Guildhouse?]
[No time to start daydreaming, though. People could start showing up any minute now, and as the Premier and future Guildmistress, she was determined to ensure that everything was perfect for their official first meeting.]
[She opened up the tote bag she had brought with her, and pulled out several long folding tables that were clearly too large to have fit inside that bag (that's magic, folks). After several minutes and numerous groans and screams of frustration, the legs were all unfolded and locked into place, and she had set three tables in a neat semi-circle arrangement, along with one surrounded by chairs placed in the center. Next out of the bag came white tablecloths, which she tugged over each of the tables, followed by a long white cloth with the emblem of the Guild on each end, which she draped across the center table of the semi-circle so the emblem could be seen from either side.]
[And then, since she didn't trust the rest of the Guild enough yet to have paid attention to her suggestion that they do this "potluck style", she pulled out two platters of mixed hors d'ouevres, a bowl of salad, and one punch bowl which she filled with punch from a magic flask. Disposable plates, disposable cups, disposable silverware. Not much of a lunch, but hey, if no one else brought food, at least they wouldn't go hungry.]
[At which point she stopped and surveyed her work. Okay, it wasn't quite as grand as a Guildhouse meeting hall. But until the Guildhouse itself was build, this would have to suffice.]
What: The first actual meeting of the Guild. Potluck style because Lemina's too cheap to cater, so bring food.
When: Backdated to... several... weekends ago... ... near the start of the month... ... ... OH GOD I AM REALLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND I'VE BEEN SO BAD AT THIS RPING STUFF. JOB HUNTING AND HAVING NO INCOME IS STRESSING ME OUT LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE. PLEASE DON'T FLOG ME.
Where: Back on the planet.
Warnings: EXCESSIVE APOLOGIES AND GUILT wait no that's just in the OOC stuff. Um. Possibility of chaos? Lemina's kind of a chaos generator.
[This world couldn't have been a more perfect location to hold the first meeting for the New Guild. A planet entirely of floating islands, with an atmosphere as picturesque and romantic as that of the old Vane, where the original Guild had been founded. Was it fate that they had arrived here at the same time that Lemina received the funds for the new Guildhouse?]
[No time to start daydreaming, though. People could start showing up any minute now, and as the Premier and future Guildmistress, she was determined to ensure that everything was perfect for their official first meeting.]
[She opened up the tote bag she had brought with her, and pulled out several long folding tables that were clearly too large to have fit inside that bag (that's magic, folks). After several minutes and numerous groans and screams of frustration, the legs were all unfolded and locked into place, and she had set three tables in a neat semi-circle arrangement, along with one surrounded by chairs placed in the center. Next out of the bag came white tablecloths, which she tugged over each of the tables, followed by a long white cloth with the emblem of the Guild on each end, which she draped across the center table of the semi-circle so the emblem could be seen from either side.]
[And then, since she didn't trust the rest of the Guild enough yet to have paid attention to her suggestion that they do this "potluck style", she pulled out two platters of mixed hors d'ouevres, a bowl of salad, and one punch bowl which she filled with punch from a magic flask. Disposable plates, disposable cups, disposable silverware. Not much of a lunch, but hey, if no one else brought food, at least they wouldn't go hungry.]
[At which point she stopped and surveyed her work. Okay, it wasn't quite as grand as a Guildhouse meeting hall. But until the Guildhouse itself was build, this would have to suffice.]