Chris Cunning: [Knocks on table with gavel] I hereby table the
discussion regarding "where the rum has gone".
Giacomo: I like rum!
Cunning: We are aware. And speaking of things Giacomo likes; with regard to
last Pennsic I would like to take a vote banning him from using metaphors of
any kind. Especially in the presence of the Dragoons.
Giacomo: Hey that's not fair! That would be like...
All Provosts: NOOOOOO!
Giacomo: Now wait a minute that was a simile [Pouts]
Connor: [Whispering] What were you going to say?
Giacomo: [Tackles Chris]
Alejandro: [Talking to Aedan, paying no attention to Chris] You are totally
more bald than me.
Aedan: Am not, I shaved my head, I have no hair by choice
Percy: Guys give it a rest. Chris looks more bald than both of you anyway...
Chris: [From the floor after being tackled by Giacomo] Hey!
Aedan: That's true
Alan: Mmmmm [Raises eyebrow]
Chris: [After picking himself up] Now let's discuss people who are ready for
elevation.
Marcellus: What do you guys think about Belphoebe?
Vyvyan: My codpiece is bigger.
Giacomo: [Tackles Vyvian's codpiece]
Chris: OK no more nominating your spouses or significant others, especially if
they have already been elevated [Glares at Robert]
Robert: She makes me do it, I swear!
Chris:Whatever. And no more nominating other peoples spouses or significant
others, regardless of how.....familiar... you are with them [Glares at Connor]
Connor: [Busily studies the gigantic pixie stick he has been working on]
Alan: Mmmmm [Raises eyebrow]
Sir Christian: Can we talk about fencing now?
Rosalind: Gawd Christian, you always want to talk about fencing. You're not a
Free Scholar anymore you know.
Sir Christian: Isn't that why we have these meetings?
Aedan: No no. We have these meetings to discuss raiding schedules, where to
get the best equipment drops, upcoming version patches....
Rosalind: Umm I think those are your WoW guild meetings.
Aedan: Hhhhm [Shrugs] (This noise and gesture combination has been patented by
Imaprovostandyournot LLC. and has been depicted with permission)
Isobel: Before we talk about fencing we do need to discuss some issues
regarding our appearance off the list. Connor you might want to pay attention
to this one.
Connor: [Nods and puts attentive expression on his face while discreetly
turning up the volume on his iPod]
Isobel: First I would like to say that Alejandro's new Persian garb is quite
fantastic.
Alejandro: [Beams] Thank you
Kynny: Yeah. So what did you bring Al? Gold, incense or myrrh?
Alejandro: Why you.....I challenge you to a rugby match at dawn!!
Kynny:.....you know how I know you're gay?
Chris: Guys chill out or Giacomo will tackle you
Giacomo: [Eyes shift dangerously back and forth between Kynny and Alejandro]
Nathanial: [From the snack table] Hey! Who took the last of the smoked
salmon?
Giacomo: [Tackles the snack table]
Connor: [Singing loudly] I FELL INTO THE BURNING RING OF FI.....[Realizes he's
singing out loud]
Everyone: [Stares]
Connor: It's a Ramstein cover I swear! [Pouts and skips to the next track on
iPod]
Giacomo: [Tackles Connor's pixie stick]
Isobel: Anyway we need to discuss the issue of sunglasses being worn on the
field.
Everyone except Robert: [Groans]
Robert: Now come on people it's important for us to look authentic while on
site. We have to set an example for...
*FOOMP* [Roberts two foot starched neck ruff looses structural integrity and
snaps straight up in the air giving an upside down lampshade effect]
Robert: Mrfl
Chris:And that's Time. [Clicks "stop" on a stopwatch]
Chris: Official time is fourteen minutes forty-two seconds. Who had fourteen
thirty?
Melchior: I did!
Chris: You win the pot for this meeting. And the prize is....an extra large
tube of Ben-Gay!
Percy: Lucky bastard!
Robert: Mrfl
Isobel: Now we have got to stop this! Every meeting you make bets on Roberts
neck ruff, it's ridiculous!
Llwyd: You're just bitter because you had 15 minutes.
Isobel: Not true.....I had 14:45....but that's not the point!!
Chris: [Sighs] Meeting adjourned
Aedan: [Pulls out laptop and starts cruising Youtube]
Alan: Mmmmm [Raises eyebrow]
Giacomo: [Tackles his own chair]