<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp Tessera 22, 81378 (Late afternoon, after classes have ended for the day) Alright, this is the IC first meeting of the Newsletter club. Currently Nafel is managing it. I'm just going with her having put up fliers around the school prior to the meeting, so your character can either have seen one of those or have found out through word of mouth.</td></tr></table> Nafel looked at the piece of paper the woman in the office had given her, making sure that she had the key to the room she was in front of. It matched up (she had known it would, but she triple-checked anyway), and worked perfectly well when she twisted it in the door to enter. Nafel wasn't entirely sure what the classroom was used for in the day, but the office staff had said that if she wanted to start a school newsletter, they could use this room to meet in, at least for now. Nafel hoped that at least a few of her schoolmates would show up, so as to not prove this to be a complete waste of her time. She sighed, placing the box of supplies she was carrying on a nearby desk with a loud thunk. It was heavy, filled with snacks for whomever happened to come, as well as some sheets of paper with meeting times, rules, and ideas for sections of the new newsletter. So far she had thought of a main events section, school/classes things, maybe a comic or two... Nurano and Jyta had suggested a section for kids to vent, but Nafel wasn't so sure. She shrugged, thinking that she'd simply propose it to whoever wanted to contribute. Nafel began to unload the box, and soon the nearby desks were covered with sodas, bottled waters, and various chips and napkins. <span style='color:#00cccc'>Not half bad!</span> Grabbing a bottled water, she wandered over to the desk nearest to the door, where she put the stacks of stapled information. Seeing that everything was set up, the turquoise female leaned against the wall, waiting for fellow interested persons to show their faces.
Dyslexia sighed, raking a hand absently through rainbow bangs. The brightly colored femme was slowly making her way down the halls, sneakers squeaking on the smooth floor beneath her rubber soles. One arm was hooked through a thich black strap, a charcoal gray backpack slung loosely over her shoulder. She was tired from the classes of the day, and it was apparent in the way she walked, shoulders slumped and heels dragging. She has found a flier up on the bulletin board outside the main office, and it immediatky sparked her interest. Dys was an aspiring artist and writter, so she was sure whoever was running the newsletter would have something for her to do. Stopping outside the designated, she shyly edged inside. "Um... hey, I'm here for the meeting." she said quietly, shuffling forward hesitantly.
<span style='color:red'>"Been a while huh?"</span> Veja looked at his brother who was laying on a bed. He had been hurt from his various E. Sorc and Warrior classes and just whiped out for a day and a half. Khaz, eyes half opened, scratched his head and looked around trying to find the way out of the room that had a wide opened door. <span style='color:blue'>What happened? <span style='color:red'>You're double whammy. <span style='color:blue'>My what? <span style='color:red'>You had a E.Sorc test, which you passed. But you also lost your right frame of mind. Then you went to your Warrior test. BIG no-no right there. You could'a said you didn't feel well, y'know. <span style='color:blue'>Thanks. Now that I'm awake, let's go. <span style='color:red'>ON your feet already? Wow, only Khaz can pull stunts like that and stand.</span></span></span></span></span></span> The two found their way out of the Nurse's office and into the hallways. As Veja told him everything he missed in the past 36 hours, something caught Khaz's eye. It was a poster, it was for a school newspaper. Normally, Khaz would just think Bah... another thing to throw away. But the words written in the corner changed all that. It said "Hosted by Nafel I." He remembered that name. How could he not? After he almost killed her eardrums, and she halfway threatened to kill him. But it wasn't her fault. It was just at 'that time' that they happened to meet. He smiled at the thought of surprising her by joining the school news paper. <span style='color:blue'>Hey, V. <span style='color:red'>What? <span style='color:blue'>Wanna join the Newspaper Team. You can draw for it. <span style='color:red'>Draw?! For the Newspaper?! Are you being out of your conciousness?! That thing's shown across the whole school! Everyone will be... looking... at my artwork... that I made... Everyone... Ok, let's go. But, if i'm drawing, what're you doing? <span style='color:blue'>I'll find that out. </span></span></span></span></span> The two walked up some stairs, around a few corners, and into the advertised room. There was one pendragon other than Nafel so far. There wasn't much movement in the room so they inferred that nothing had been done yet. They were early which was good. There was food which was also good. Khaz thought it would be nice to just make her think that he didn't know anything about her being there. <span style='color:blue'>"Hey, we're here for the newspa... oh hey Nafel. So you're doing the paper?</span> <span style='color:red'>You knew that already, didn't you? <span style='color:blue'>Just shut it. </span> </span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>lol i Ctrl+C'd this 5 seconds before AOL crashed. Thank God. It crashed like 3 more times after that. ANother reason why AOL is bad</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Del Clothing: black tee with a golden star on the front, black combat boots with gold on the toes, black jeans with gold at the knee area, and a strip of black cloth tied around his forehead.</td></tr></table> Del hung back a second, looking at the door to the room as advertized on the poster, I wonder how many people will be here? I wonder if there will be a selection, or will everyone get in? a thousand questions buzzed in Dels head as he reached for the handle, but it all cleared when he only saw a few people in the room, <span style='color:red'>Hiya, M'Names Del, here for a reporter-photographer job?</span>
Nafel smiled at the 'dragons now entering the room. The female with the rainbow hair seemed nice. She was shy, like Nafel, which was in Nafel's book a good thing. She wasn't going to be scary-threatening. As she entered and stated her quest, so to speak, Nafel smiled. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"Hi! I'm Nafel Isunari, I'm hosting the meeting. The newsletter was my idea... I brought food and drink, if you want it. You're the first to show up, so help yourself."</span> She gestured to the appropriate tables and when she turned to look up, saw someone that she knew. The way in which she had made his aquaintence was a wee bit embarrassing, but Nafel tried to put that out of her mind. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"Khaz? Hey! Yeah, I'm doing the newspaper... I brought food, help yourself."</span> Nafel refrained from laughing. She had a pretty good idea that Khaz (and his brother) had known who was hosting the club. It had been on the fliers, after all. She laughed softly to herself, turning to see the next person enter. He was dressed in what appeared to be almost entirely gold and black, which made for quite an impressive entrance. Since he introduced himself first, Nafel smiled. In response to his question, she nodded. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"Sounds good. I'm Nafel. There's food and drink on the tables, just take a seat and get to know the others."</span> She pointed out the tables again, and then, since she saw no one else, returned to the front of the classroom. She decided she'd begin the meeting. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"Alrighty. As you all know, I'm Nafel. It was my idea to start a newsletter, so I'm in charge of this for the time being. However, I've got just as much of idea about what to do as you all, probably less. So, while we wait for others to show, why don't we all say our names and what we'd like to do at the paper."</span> Nafel hoped she didn't sound too school-marm-ish, but it did seem to be a pretty adequate introduction.
Dys smiled meekly, lightly playing with the stud adorning her bottom lip. "I'm Telesh, but um... please call me Dyslexia or Dys.. whichever... I'm a decent writer and an artist... or at least I like to think I am." she grinned sheepishly. Dyslexia shuffled forward slowly, grabbing herself a soda. She glanced about popping open the can and taking a small sip. Dys was completely unfamiliar with everyone in the room, and as a result she felt completely out of place. She glanced around at everyone who had shown up, trying to remember if she had seen them somewhere else before. No. Everyone here was totally new to her, and with a sigh she leaned against the table, hopeing she wouldn't have to talk too much.
Being second ( and third) into the room, the smartest thing to do would be to introduce themselves second ( and third). <span style='color:blue'>" Hi Dys. So yeah, so I guess I'm Khaz... Yeah and this is Ve--" <span style='color:red'>"Veja. He's the other guy. Not me."</span></span> Khaz gave him a weird look, but he can understand that. Seeing that there is always Khaz and ... that other guy. It's one of the reasons he wants his artwork across the whole school. Then Khaz will be ...the other guy. But at the moment, his dreams of having pendragons know his name, will have to wait.
<span style='color:red'>Are you trying to sound professional? its working,</span> he pulled a camera out of his left hip pouch and turned it over a few times, examining it, <span style='color:red'>M'names Del, in'case ya didn't hear me the first time.</span> he pulled a toothpick out of his pocket and put it into the corner of his mouth. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Dels wearing all black and gold because thats the color of his fur, B) </td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Really? *facepalm* </td></tr></table> Nafel nodded as the last of the introductions finished up. <span style='color:#00cccc'>Dys, Veja, Khaz, and Del. Shouldn't be too hard to remember.</span> Nafel rubbed her head, wondering what to do. Now seemed like a good time to go over the sections of the newsletter that she had in store. Nafel was hoping for some suggestions on this, as she wasn't sure what to do. Wandering over to the large pad of paper on an easel with a marker, she began. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"Alrighty, sounds good. Now, I guess, we should move onto the different sections of the paper that we'll be working on. Feel free to put up suggestions and whatnot, I'm desperate for them. So far I have: main, important events in school; sports; room changes and whatnot; a vent section; and a comics section. Oh, yes, a place for people to put up notices for goods that they want to sell."</span> Nafel was pretty sure that those were all of the sections that Nurano and herself had come up with. Nafel turned to see who was going to contribute, if anyone. They seemed shy, some of them. It was a newsletter staff of introverts, amusingly enough. <span style='color:#00cccc'>So, lessee, how many reporters to a section, and how often will we publish. Yeah. That's it.</span> Nafel continued. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"We also need to figure out who's going to do what, and how often we want to publish. Any volunteers for particular duties?"</span> Nafel hoped so. Most people seemed to have come to the meeting with specific ideas about what they wanted to do, which was good so long as they were flexible.
<span style='color:red'>How about we get some ideas by interviewing students?</span> he said, plucking the toothpick out of his mouth and flicking it across the room into a trash can <span style='color:red'>or we could just spread out and wait for something interesting, and why not publish a small newsletter daily and a large full-sized paper weekly?</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>A'Delos. Remember posting order, please! Busy Sil = short post >.<</td></tr></table> Dys shifted nervously, holding up a hand. "I can write, and draw... I guess I could do a comic strip thing..." she trailed off, tucking her hands into her pockets. "I think we should do a small weekly one, and a large monthly one. Doing a daily paper is a lot of work."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>i didnt know there was a posting order, i thought it was free or sumthin</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Order = <span style='color:blue'>Isiltari, </span>ST<span style='color:green'>, Me<span style='color:red'>, A'delos</span></span> to avoid later confusion.(come to think of it i never follwed post order, anyway.) tsxt color- red: veja, blue: khaz, just for ref.</td></tr></table> Khaz scratched his head. He was thinking of what he could do. He came up with something but he forgot while he was introducing himself. <span style='color:blue'>Hmm.... maybe we can have like a poll thing. A school-wide poll, about.. <span style='color:red'>Stuff? <span style='color:blue'>Yeah, but more specifically... C'mon V, help me out here. <span style='color:red'>Well, I don't know my hand at drawing comics, but I was thinking I can draw something for it. But i tend to lose my hand around the cold seasons... I can ask Kip to write some poems about her weird life. <span style='color:blue'>Ok, I got it. I can make poems too. <span style='color:red'>Oh really? <span style='color:blue'>Yeah really. But they're more funny poems. If you can call them funny.. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span style='color:red'>Ok, I'll draw, and the twins'll do poetry. And that poll thing is free for corrections.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Oh btw, if the big newletter is a month, ramathian time, that means we do it every 'three' months Seeing how the seasons are the months(am i wrong? *goes to check*)</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm posting out of order because of the mix-up earlier.</td></tr></table> Nafel hastily scribbled "Student Interviews", "School Poll", and the suggestions for time frames onto the board. Hearing Khaz and Veja, she added "Poems". Seeing as the suggestions had paused, Nafel added her two cents. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"I agree with Dys... Papers take a lot of work to run, and I've got a good deal of school work as it is. Maybe we should shoot for the first issue or two to be quarterly, and then move to small weekly/big quarterly once we're established? I'm sure Janaridan is a stickler for paper funds. So... Del can interview people, Dys can draw, and Veja and Khaz can do comics and poems, respectively. I can set up something with the office for getting class changes and information to print. Why don't each of us, in addition to doing those things, try to write one article in the... 200-350 word range on something interesting at school, be it sports or a new hawking technique or whatever. We can share them next time we meet. Does that sound good?"</span> Nafel hoped it did, since it seemed to be the best way to go about things in her mind. Nafel put the marker down on the easel's ledge meant for such writing implements, and sat down on a nearby chair. At this point, she thought that the meeting was small enough that she didn't need to write things down every time they were said. She wandered who was going to reply next, since Dys and Del seemed to be rather quiet. Veja and Khas more than made up for it, of course. Nafel supressed a small laugh and instead took a quick glance at her wristwatch. It was getting late, they'd been there for about 30 minutes. Nafel thought that the meeting would go on for about 30 more, but by then they were most likely going to be done. That was the nice thing about having small groups: the meetings didn't run too long.
Dys nodded slowly, playing with the front of her shirt. She considering making an exit when a question hit her. "When will our next meeting be?" she asked, "I need to know so I can plan other stuff around it." she explained.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>:P I had like about 6 science hw to mak eup but i'm pretty much done now. :D well, I guess it's my turn.</td></tr></table> <span style='color:red'>Yeah, I have to get to work on my stuff too. </span>Veja said. He hasn't really attempted making a comic. Normally, he can just draw random stuff, but he could at least try. <span style='color:red'>Can't be that hard... can it?</span> But as Vea struggled to find his own ideas, Khaz found many very easily. <span style='color:blue'>" Ooh, Maybe even have a daily rant, for like where somebody random can write about something that irritated them, and we can pick like the best four of five of them, I guess.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I think Zeva had that idea, somebody did. Just throwing it in IC.</td></tr></table>
Nafel stood up and added the final note to the paper pad before thinking about the question. She was usually free, except for hawking competitions, and she didn't have any that would be at this time. Today was the 22nd of the quarter. Nafel thought that every ten days would be a good timeframe, since it gave people enough time to write their first drafts, draw, or collect interviews. She decided to pose the question to the others. <span style='color:#00cccc'>"How 'bout the 32nd of this quarter? That's ten days, enough to get started. And you guys can find any other interested people and spread the word."</span> Nafel was hoping to get more 'dragons contributing, even if they didn't show up. Getting a decent sized newsletter together with only a few people would be difficult. The turquoise girl sat back down, awaiting the reply of the group gathered before her. She did want this to work out, since it was her club.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Are we actually going to make a newspaper that we post somewhere? do we acually have to write the articles? i need to make some free time for that!!! *pulls out datebook*</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I was planning to, yeah. Not anytime soon, since I don't think a person alive has free time right now (why do teachers feel so compelled to slam homework on you when you get back from break?), but maybe by next month or something. It doesn't have to be a real long article or anything, just a blurb on a sports game or a personal ad, or something about a lost and found magic talesmin. Be creative! ^^ Anywho, Jodie said that if we write it, she'll post it. So I guess it's just up to the gods of scheduling.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>o good it's not just me. I thought that everybody had their stuff in and was waiting for David again.. Last minute's my thing now a days...</td></tr></table>
