♛ | Dead Poets Society Meeting : June 05
When; Evening of June 5th
Rating; probably not past pg-13?
Characters; Neil Perry [had-not-lived], Todd Anderson [mumbled_truth], Robin Goodfellow [winewomenand], Cain Hargreaves [misterblackbird], Anne Shirley [ann_withane], Rosella [primrosella], Kate Bishop [girlwithabow]; IF I MISSED SOMEONE / YOU ARE INTERESTED IN JOINING, FEEL FREE TO PING ME!
Summary; The first official meeting of the City Chapter of the Dead Poets Society.
Log;
Meeting in Xanadu rather than in the woods had been a good idea; it was an arrangement made out of convenience, since it was easier to find than the cave Todd and Neil had stumbled upon, but the walk had also served to calm Neil's nerves a bit. He was excited-- thrilled at the opportunity to reconvene the Society-- but more than a little frightened that it wouldn't be the same. They were after all new people; people from wider and wilder words than his, who might not be as easily entranced by the flickering fire and the words printed on the fragile pages of their new anthology of poems. And there was the matter of his own status here-- the elephant in the room that he and Todd had been so careful to tiptoe around, more often than not.
But in spite of his concerns, he stood in front of the assembled party with a confident smile, thumb running along the edge of the hefty book he held. He flipped open the cover out of habit, though the inscription in this copy was in his own hand, and he knew it without looking.
"I hereby convene the first meeting of the Dead Poets Society, City chapter." A breath; it was official, and he felt a little better, a little more solid. "Meetings will be Friday nights, unless curses make them impossible. Todd Anderson, as per tradition--" he smirked a little at his friend, here; no free pass to silence this time-- "will keep minutes."
His eyes fell briefly to the page before him. "And... the traditional opening message, by Society member Henry David Thoreau;
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
He paused, and then grinned, a little embarrassed at his own solemnity. "Right, let's get started..."
[ooc; Go nuts, guys. Make new threads, threadjack each other, tag in at will, don't be restricted by posting orders, feel free to backdate for as long as you like, srsly, THIS IS ALL IN THE SPIRIT OF PASSIONATE ARPEE EXPERIMENTATION. let's make this awesome, okay? ok.]
Rating; probably not past pg-13?
Characters; Neil Perry [had-not-lived], Todd Anderson [mumbled_truth], Robin Goodfellow [winewomenand], Cain Hargreaves [misterblackbird], Anne Shirley [ann_withane], Rosella [primrosella], Kate Bishop [girlwithabow]; IF I MISSED SOMEONE / YOU ARE INTERESTED IN JOINING, FEEL FREE TO PING ME!
Summary; The first official meeting of the City Chapter of the Dead Poets Society.
Log;
Meeting in Xanadu rather than in the woods had been a good idea; it was an arrangement made out of convenience, since it was easier to find than the cave Todd and Neil had stumbled upon, but the walk had also served to calm Neil's nerves a bit. He was excited-- thrilled at the opportunity to reconvene the Society-- but more than a little frightened that it wouldn't be the same. They were after all new people; people from wider and wilder words than his, who might not be as easily entranced by the flickering fire and the words printed on the fragile pages of their new anthology of poems. And there was the matter of his own status here-- the elephant in the room that he and Todd had been so careful to tiptoe around, more often than not.
But in spite of his concerns, he stood in front of the assembled party with a confident smile, thumb running along the edge of the hefty book he held. He flipped open the cover out of habit, though the inscription in this copy was in his own hand, and he knew it without looking.
"I hereby convene the first meeting of the Dead Poets Society, City chapter." A breath; it was official, and he felt a little better, a little more solid. "Meetings will be Friday nights, unless curses make them impossible. Todd Anderson, as per tradition--" he smirked a little at his friend, here; no free pass to silence this time-- "will keep minutes."
His eyes fell briefly to the page before him. "And... the traditional opening message, by Society member Henry David Thoreau;
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."
He paused, and then grinned, a little embarrassed at his own solemnity. "Right, let's get started..."
[ooc; Go nuts, guys. Make new threads, threadjack each other, tag in at will, don't be restricted by posting orders, feel free to backdate for as long as you like, srsly, THIS IS ALL IN THE SPIRIT OF PASSIONATE ARPEE EXPERIMENTATION. let's make this awesome, okay? ok.]