Guildmerge

[Kella]

*Puts Rushton back into his seat and starts examining him*

Oh my... He must have gotten bashed up under that table! I'm sorry I'll have to go get some medicine to make him feel better. Sorry I won't be long but he can't sit up for much longer if he doesn't get some medicine now.

*Walks to the door*

(Is that a sad look on Domick's face? He can't actually be sad that I'm leaving... Amazing... This is so confusing...)

*Goes to the healer hall to get medicine*

[Rushton]

(Arghkjsfx@!kl*$!!!!eleventy111!!one... My manhood, my precious!! Lud, let it still be intact!)

*high pitched voice*

I'm fine! Really *ahem* just fine.

*suddenly slumps and then keels over, falling back underneath the table*

[Domick]

Returns after an abrupt exit, looking very ruffled and very confused.S its down as Rushton falls back under the table.

(Damnit! Let go of my leg you imbecile!)

Kicks. Hard. There is a stifled 'oomph' from beneath the table.

(I wish Kella would come back. At least I can look at her, even if she won't talk to me. I have no idea where I stand now...there certianly wasn't any talking achieved out there.)

So...splitting the budget between guilds?

[Elspeth]

(I have a headache. A really bad headache. If I just slipped under the table, would anyone really notice?)

Firstly, I want it to be known that the healers will have all the supplies they need. They are hardly considered surplus to requirements after all.

(Ooh, "surplus to requirements"! That sounded really fancy and leadery and... Lud dammit, I'm not supposed to be enjoying this!)

*frowns distantly*

Secondly, if we take this guildmerge as an example, I'm not sure that we can even trust each guild to decide what to do with their money.

(Matthew would want to spend ours on swords, for example.)

(I would nae, he sends to me with great emphasis. ...Not all of it.)

*sigh*

(I feel like saying something arch.)

Perhaps we should all simply join the great Master of Obernewtyn under the table? We are not achieving anything up here.

[Sezzaxox]

Oh, Hi am I late?

(I wonder if I missed anything.... Why did Elspeth say that Rushie was under the table?)

*Takes seat at the Table*

[Kella]

*Rushes back into the room*

I thought he was on his chair again?

*Watches as Elspeth looks pointedly under the table*

Come on Rushie it's medicine time.

*Feeds Rushton the medicine and lays him back on the floor. Goes to sit next to Domick*

(I wonder what he'll think of me sitting next to him? Ok good he's smirking)

*Feels Domick grab for her hand*

*Smiles at Domick*

Elspeth do you think that's really necessary?

[Sezzaxox]

Is Rushton Going to be ok?

(Please say yes, please say yes, even though he doesn't like me I can make him, I think I've I get Dames and Elf to hook up then I belive I can...... yes I shall try and Start my plan)

*looks at everone except Rushie with an Evil Scheming look*

(yes and then once I get him to marry me I can get them all under my control, kill him and go find Ariel)

[Dameon]

May I make a suggestion?

Could we perhaps split up into smaller brainstorming groups? Each group could be assigned one of the problems that have been raised, and discuss them. Then we could all report back and present our findings to the full Guildmerge.

One group could present solutions to the defence problem, one could discuss the pool table and another can discuss the pressing problem of supplying the needs of all guilds with our humble budget.

(And I can be in a group with Elspeth while Rushton is semi concious. LUD, I am so good at this evil plotting)

[Sezzaxox]

Thats a great idea Dameon.

(that shall fit well with my plan to get Elf and Dames hooked up.)

I shall look after Rushton while you, Elspeth, Kella and Domick do something.

[Domick]

(She's holding my hand. She's holding my hand. Must not dance. Must not dance.)

Hmm? What? Oh...groups. Yes. Good idea.

(Hmm. In a groups with her and Elspeth and Dameon. Why is Dameon shooting me pointed looks, then glancing at Elspeth? Is he trying to tell me something?)

[Sezzaxox]

or maybe we should do two or three people per group, ok Dameon and Elspeth, Domick and Kella, Mattew, Dragon and Miryum, and as someone should stay and look after Rushton I shall do that.....

(now I just need to wait til they all leave)

*waits for them to leave*

(see Elf is supposed to be leading this, but who is Me, I would make a much better Mistress of Obernewtyn, Much better)

[Rushton]

*waves at the pretty lights that are floating above head*

(Yes... Yes I know)

(They are all evil and bad)

(Yes... They are trying to kill me, just like you say)

(We'll make them pay... yes we will...)

[Sezzaxox]

*Lies down on the ground next to Rushie, and makes herself confortable*

Sooo Rushton are you going to wake up anytime soon or shall I have to kiss you to wake you up?

[Elspeth]

(Must... breathe... deeply.)

Thank-you, Freya. I think you should sit back in your seat like everybody else.

(No, I sound too polite! I need to be more forceful.)

You'll have a chance to speak later.

Dameon, I appreciate that you're trying to assist us in brokering a deal with the coercers - (Ooh! Fancy talk! It suits me.) - but I fear that splitting into groups would only make things more confusing. Surely that would drag things out for hours. Maybe even days.

(Is Dameon looking smug again? No, I must be delusional.)

(Funaga always deny true-seeing.)

(Oh, shut-up, you deranged old feline.)

Kella...

(Lud, I didn't realise she was sitting next to Domick. This is going to end badly.)

Kella, would you send for some warm drinks? I think we need to refresh ourselves before we continue.

[Rushton]

(DEMON!!)

(EVIL SUCCUBUS!!)

(SHE-TEMPTRESS! TRY TO SUCK OUT MY SOUL WILL YOU!)

(I must find sanctuary! And save Elspeth!)

*goes back under the table and clutches one of the chair legs*

[Min]

(I wonder if we'll ever get that pool table now...they all seem to really be against the idea. Is it because I defended it? It is, isn't it? They'll just disagree with anything I say nowadays, just because of the Coercer Knight thing.)

I agree with Elspeth, this isn't a massive issue that needs to be discussed at length. It's a simple request. Either the coercers can, or can not, have a pool table. That is - GRAAARGH!
*BOOT!*

You delusional idiot, why did you grab my leg again?!

(Rushton is muttering something about cuddly tables)

(Me? Cuddly?! Oh ho, he's making fun of me again!)

*BOOT* Get OFF!

(Roland is rushing around to drag Rushton out from under the table...OUCH, that's a tight grip, just let go you silly sod)

(This isn't working. Come on Elspeth, if you love this man so much, you're going to have to save him some time. It's a wonder we've survived as much as we have...maybe Rushton and Stephen are more alike than they realised)

(*sigh* why does everyone make fun of me..? Dameon's not even trying to hide his laughter now...)

[Domick]

(Poor Miryum's looking rather desperate....and Kella's gone to get a warm drink so no one here is going to care if I...)

Kicks. There is yet aother muffled howl. Miryum looks relieved.

Well, Elspeth's gone and Rushton's under the table, so who here decides whether or not we get our pool table?

Universal blank looks.

AARK! Let go of my leg you blithering idiot. No! Let go of the bloody leg! AARGH! He stroked my leg! Assault! Get off me you git!

No-one even attempts to hide their glee. Dameon progresses from sn!ggering to full blown howling. Even Roland is looking mildly amused.

For Lud's sake! Isn't anyone here able to control this man? We were trying to talk about pool tables, a seemingly simple request, but no...now the supposedly esteemed master is under the table and clutching at people's legs!

(Why? I swear, I'm getting Kella and we're taking the next boat to somewhere away from deranges, leg clutching madmen. Somewhere sunny, I think. With ocean. That would be a nice change.)

[Elspeth]

(I've gone? What is he talking about? Is he so drunk on his own power as a coercer that he's decided not to see I'm sitting right here, staring like some sort of stunned... fish?)

*coughs loudly*

(Heh. That startled him.)

*sends dark looks around the table*

If everyone could be quiet for one minute, perhaps we could reach a simple consensus. Miryum is right - (... It hurts to say that.) - it is a simple issue. Do the coercers get a pool table or not? However, the concept of Guildmerge is based upon discussion, compromise and equal involvement.

(I sound great! Rushton can stay under the table for all I care. Obernewtyn can be mine!)

I propose a vote. Matthew, please fetch us some paper and pencils. We will have an anonymous vote. If you think the coercers should have a pool table, write 'yes' on your paper. 'No' if you disagree.

(Lud, I hope this doesn't end up deadlocked.)

(Rushton... I seek out with my mind. Come back to us.)

(Why is he touching everyone else's legs but mine? Does he sense and despise the deforming scars I once bore?)

[Dameon]

(Can't... Breathe...)

[Elspeth]

(When is Kella going to get back with those drinks? Dameon looks as though he's about to pass out from lack of oxygen.)

Ah, Miky? Could you look after your guildmaster please?

(Who can I send under the table to fetch our supposed Master of Obernewtyn?)

(Freya? Uh, no.)

(Domick? ... Lud knows what they'd get up to if they were both down there.)

(Who does that leave?)

*thinks*

(Oh. Me.)

I suggest we call a short break while Dameon pulls himself together and Kella comes back with the drinks.

(Under the table I go. It's dark down here. As dark as my dreams of the future.)

(Rushton... is hugging a table leg.)

...

(I think I can hear him trying to farseek me. What is he going on about? I honestly think Maruman would make more sense right now.)

(The oldones have/eat cheese!)

(Maybe not.)

[Rushton]

(I must make her understand)

(The oldone brings a teacup!)

(The socks must be washed/cleaned before the brightone rises)

(She has come! This stalwart post shall protect us.)

Elspeth?

[Elspeth]

Rushton?

(I don't think I can get him to let go of the table-leg. And he's so close to Domick, I'm sure he's going to be kicked again.)

(Perhaps if I can ask Domick to aim for Rushton's head, he might be able to kick some sense back into him...)

Rushton, you must come out from under there.

(What nonsense is he babbling? Has the call come at last? But I'm not ready! And I'm wearing yesterday's socks.)

(What is Dameon doing over there?)

[Maryon]

Enters guildmerge and takes a seat next to Dameon

(I wonder what's wrong with Dameon. He looks like he's having apoplexy)

Miryum: Now, the pool table ...

(A pool table? I've always liked pool...but I don't think Rushton or Elspeth like it)

*Adopts trance-like expression*

(I wonder if...)

[Elspeth]

(Who just sat down? Is that...?)

*whispers*

Maryon?

(Oh great. Now we will be sitting around for the next hour, waiting for her to come out of a trance and talk gibberish at us.)

(Rushton has the right idea about staying under the table. It's actually rather cosy.)

*stares soulfully at a distant table-leg*

[Min]

(Why's Elspeth under there too now? Who's running Guildmerge when we come back from recess?)

(Maryon actually made it to a Guildmerge, that'd have to be a record for her. She looked like she was either happy or had wind when I mentioned pool table, so maybe she'll vote "Yes" for us...)

*smile* You've joined us at a good time, Maryon, we were just in recess and are about to vote.

(...if Matthew ever comes back with that paper...)

(Maryon barely even acknowledges I've spoken to her.
*sigh* They just keep ignoring me, don't they? When are they going to take the Coercer Knights seriously, I wonder? We have our Master and Master-in-stead talking gibberish under the table, somehow that's acceptable?!)

(Domick's playing some silly thumb game with Kella. Those two really need to get a room)

(*crosses arms* Might as well continue talking to myself. No one else is going to listen to me.
*sigh*)

(...I wish there was a teknoguilder here. We could always just ask them to make us a pool table, if the issue is money)

(Don't kid yourself, Miryum. It's not money. It's because you suggested it. Nevertheless. Put on a brave face. Try to remain cool. Try to stop kicking Rushton in the head.)