Mellie Goodwin
January 10, 2014 1:02 PM
Group Five Meeting. by Mellie Goodwin
Mellie bit her bottom lip as she waited for the members of her group to come as she had asked them to, then realized what she was doing and stopped it. Acting like she was in charge of someone was not really what she enjoyed doing – she was usually game for anything, but seldom the initiator of it – but she had checked that nothing official was meeting at this time or close enough to it that people would have a hard time getting from one to the other, and had given them some time to tell her if there were any conflicts, so she thought she could reasonably expect them to show up and they all have a group meeting and get the show they had been assigned up on the road. At least, she hoped so, because if they were counting on her to plan and carry through on a plan for something big, they were probably, she knew, going to be disappointed. She’d get distracted, procrastinate, panic, procrastinate more, then throw something together at the last minute which would make people wonder what the heck was wrong with that Goodwin girl. She needed a group for this kind of thing.At least, she thought, she was sure Michael would have her back, and the other seventh year Pecaris as well. Her best friend and her Housemates were, she thought, pretty good people to work with, and she was sure they’d get along well enough with the others. Coming up with something to do was sure to be the hardest part….
She smiled at people as they arrived, then sat down cross-legged on the ground, waving for them to join her, if they wanted. “So, hi, guys,” she said. “I don’t know if you all know me, but if you don’t, I’m Mellie, thanks for coming.
“So,” she continued once everyone seemed settled into whatever places and positions they wanted, “we’re a Concert group. Just to begin with, does anyone have any ideas for an act?” She had, to her great satisfaction with herself, remembered to bring paper and a pen to write down the ideas with, so they could have some kind of record of what had gone on and distribute anything that needed to be distributed later, though she wasn’t sure what that might be. Her dad had suggested writing everything down, though, and it both made sense by itself and made sense to do what he said about anything involving record-keeping. Her father was the king of doing things in triplicate and preferably with a number of witnesses, so no one could ever accuse him of ethics violations.
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Sullivan Quincy
January 20, 2014 9:39 PM
Meeting group five by Sullivan Quincy
Sully arrived mostly on time to designated place in the garden. He looked around for chairs or blankets or something, didn't see any, and sat down on the ground near Mellie. "Hi," he said to her and to the others already there. The seventh years and Pecaris he knew at least by name if not well, and he'd worked well with Michael on several occasions in class, enough so that he considered the Teppenpaw as close to a friend as he had at Sonora. Jhonice was there as well, of course. He suspected some kind of conspiracy in that. She always ended up in his group, even when he didn't think she had any say in the matter. He wasn't quite as afraid of her now as he used to be, though, and she'd become somewhat less stalker-y with age, despite the fact that he now really was a member of the California Pierces instead of that just being in her head.Fortunately, Mellie soon got things started before anything became awkward, either between him and Jhonice, or between anyone else. Rather as one might expect, she was eliciting ideas for their act in the midsummer concert. He looked around, waiting for someone else to make the first suggestion.
Nobody seemed eager to jump in.
After what he felt was a long time, but was probably only a second or two, he cleared his throat. "I grew up in Vegas," he informed anybody who didn't know. "So, I don't know, a musical number? Can anybody dance or sing? Maybe a comedy routine if not? Probably not a magic show, I guess." This being the Sonora Academy of Magic and all, pulling rabbits out of hats probably wouldn't be too impressive to this audience.
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Michael Grosvenor
February 09, 2014 5:19 PM
I don't think I even have two cents to put in... by Michael Grosvenor
Michael strolled through the gardens to the appointed meeting area, pleased with the pleasant tranquillity of the place. He often liked to get out for a walk, especially when things were getting on top of him. Aside for the stress of RATS and impending real life (which had been ever-present during the year, and had just faded to a default sense of vague doom that pervaded constantly, rather than actual articulated anxiety) things weren't too bad. He was a little worried about the meeting in that he wanted very much to support Mellie in her role as leader of the group but wasn't sure he'd have much to offer. He wanted their group to do well, not only to save his own personal embarrassment but to show everyone how great Mellie was too. It was just a shame that he sucked at all artistic endeavours and had no ideas whatsoever.He smiled at her and greeted her, taking a seat where he could easily see and hear her. When she asked for ideas, he glanced around. Whilst he didn't like a clamour of people speaking all at once this was definitely worse. He really wanted to say something but his mind was still a blank, though the longer the silence went on, the more likely he thought he was to blurt out something utterly random and unsuitable just to stop it being awkward. Luckily, Sully cracked first.
“I'm afraid I'm universally dreadful at all those things,” he admitted guiltily, aware that Sully's very broad suggestions covered most forms of performance ever invented. He had sort of done a comedy skit last time but he had regretted it deeply when everyone else had done much more normal things. “But I don't want to stand in you guys' way if you're all for it. I mean, people are allowed to do backstage stuff right?” Perhaps that wasn't the most supportive – admitting he'd be better use out of sight – but at least he wasn't dragging everyone else down with him...
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