Gathering Hall (#8147)

The room seems to loom as you enter, though the warmth within easily overcomes that feeling. It's huge, easily taking up a good third of the hall, and offering room for most people to sit and chat. The heat of the great hearth on the far wall spreads throughout, the merry crackling adding a peaceful undertone to the usually occupied room, heard even above the murmer of voices. Tables are all but littered about, pulled into and out of place by friends at a regular basis. Several more permanent tables and benches are settled along the far edge, an ever-full klah pot and several trays of various and sundry snacks almost always set out for the hungry and bored. The walls are decorated, tapestries denoting every part of Pern society strung about. Along the wall above the kitchen, in particular, is the pride and joy of the weavers: a string of dragons flying Threadfall. The vibrant flames and metallic hues of the dragons seem to glow as the flickering firelight strikes them. Above everything runs a long overhang, people passing to and fro, passing overhead of the figures and gatherings below. A handful of glowbaskets light the upper ends, the rest of the mainroom light brightly with candles and decorative lighting.

Various scents assult your nose as you walk in here. The rich smell of foods from the kitchen. The fire's smoke and heat. The sweet odors of various pipeweeds from the gossipers surrounding the hearthside table. The aromatic baskets do little here, except add their own faint undertones.

Clinging to a high beam are Fawnix, Skittles, Feisty, Arboric, and Brigand.

You see Bonehead here.

Benjiniah, Ishem, Jellem, Cera, Gaederon, and Dawine are here.

Obvious exits:

Kitchen Smith Infirmary Harper's Workshop Courtyard Grand Staircase Lower Level

Cera wrinkles her brows again, "Oh did he now...then perhaps he would like to finish .." not quite finishing the statement, turns to Liesana and says, "Actually if you manage to get Evan to like you...he will train you in knife throwing effectively..."

Ishem shrugs lightly to Cera, "Feeling better, thanks...the Healers still have me trussed up in this ridiculous sling." he glances down at the material in disgust, "And they won't let me near the forges, yet." he frowns more deeply. A sharp glance is awarded Jellem and he continues to frown, "I must have been, harper...if I can't even remember all this..."

Liesana chuckles at Cera. "Ah, but you see, getting him to like me is the trick, isn't it? I get the feeling that I'm tolerated, at least. Which is far better than the alternative." A toss of the head in Ishem's direction, and then she brings her song to a closing, picking up her wine-mug again, and taking yet another sip.

Cera grins, "Wouldn't be the first apprentice to do something stupid...but Ishem...how did you pick a fight with ...Evan...of all people to do that with...where could your brain be boy? in the seat of your pants?" again stupified as to how someone could purposely instigate Evan, she replys to Liesana, with a wave of a hand toward Ishem, "Yes getting him to like you is a trick...but it can be done...I am sure by now you have realized that you don't call him Craftmaster..."

Benjiniah smiles at Liesana. "Ah.. well, My dear. You've never seen me with Evan. Technically, I should always avoid him, or suffer the consequences." He grins cheekily. the lad wasn't even tipsy, but he was using any excuse he could to act up with out being held totally responcible. His eyes turn back to Cera with a smile. "To finish my glass, because I never did?" he smiles cheekily again, snagging the half full glass of wine from the table near his dinner. "Or you could, m'lady Cera. Everyone's been saying its a good label too." He grins then and shrugs to Liesana. "I'm going to get him to teach me someday.."

Cera peers at the wine and spies the fact that it is a beautiful white, her favorite, in fact anyone trying to get in her good graces would be well served to remember that, "Wine Benjiniah, well...then...relax..what a nice idea...and share? with me? I thought you would never off..." waiting patiently for the 'lad' to go and fetch her some.

Jellem pours some of the wine from the wineskin he brought with him, nearly empty now, pushing the white wine filled glass toward Benjer to give to Cera before he fills his own glass with the last of the skin

Liesana smiles, and sips some more of her wine. "It /is/ a good pressing, but as I have little skill in identifying turns, I'll just stick to calling it good." A nod at Cera. "Aye, I was warned of that well before I ever set foot in Smith... When a Craftmaster is as... well known as Evan, people are usually instructed in what to avoid saying around them."

Benjiniah sets down his glass and bolts to grab a fresh and clean glass for the master. He's back and pouring her a good portion before to many breaths have gone by. The lad isn't even out of breath as he picks up his wine glass and hers. He hands her the new glass and smiles. "Shall we toast to something? Perhaps Ishem's recovery?" Jellem's offer is nicely declined in favor of the expensive stuff that Evan let out today.

Jellem shrugs drinks the small bit that was in his own glass then gets the one he had offered to Cera. Oh well.. guess not everyone likes a nice vintage Bendon White

Cera takes her glass before dipping her head to smell the bouquet of the wine, "Mmmmm..." she mutters. "Liesana, it is amazing how far Evan's reputation has made it around pern. And occasionally the comments of how I could actually work with someone who is so...." pausing for a brief moment, "Knife happy..." nodding appreciatively to Benjniah to tips her glass in Ishem's direction, "To Ishem and a speedy recovery.."

Ishem * gehs at his idleness and sorries!

Ishem nods his gratitude at Cera's toast and shakes his head, "I don't even remember being drunk. I /do/ remember trying to--" he breaks off and shakes his head. "It's not important. It's over and I just want to get back to work." he sighs, stuffing more wherry into his mouth, then raising his mug to Cera and taking a sip.

Liesana raises her mug. "Aye, may you soon be back to your old tricks, but with a little more sense to go with them!" A decided wink, and then she sips more of the Benden, nodding at Cera. "Well, having heard and been bandied about in my own share of gossip, I know that it's always the worst stuff that gets passed along. I always assumed that Evan has some sort of redeeming qualities, or he's not be head of such a well-run Craft."

Cera snorts heartily before dipping her head and sipping her wine, muttering softly under her breath "He's in charge of ....and running off for more than a sevenday without a word..." shaking her head, flipping a piece of bread towards Benjiniah, "I think you should eat some more food....you look to skinny..."

Liesana *is going to scoot. Party in the room next door. Hee!

Gaederon walks in from the West Wing.

Cera *awww....

Gaederon walks in from the Balcony Landing.

Dawine innocently wanders in from the Balcony Landing.

Benjiniah gently clinks glasses with Cera and drinks to Ishem's health. HE supposes it was the least he could do for the man who kept covering for him and well, calling him a friend. He smiles and eyes Ishem out of the corner of his eye and then turns his eyes back towards the ladies' conversation. Just in time too, else that piece of bread he caught would have hit him in the head. "Yes Ma'am." He could always eat. He was mostly all stomache.

Liesana eyes the flying bread, and hold her harp a little closer to her, prompting a twinge from her bandaged palm. "Ahh! Oh, Faranth..." she sighs. "I'm afraid that'll have to be all the entertaining I can manage tonight... Got to go tend to this sharding hand, but it was a pleasure, all of you." And with that, the harper ambles off.

Liesana steps silently to the Harper's Workshop.

Gaederon wanders into the Gathering Hall with his nose inadvertently turned to the scrolls under his arm. With great incautiousness, he strides out among the tables and selects a chair. He starts as something glances off the top of his head and looks around, with great surprise. "Hey, what ..." is all he gets out.

Cera snickers slightly as the wine begins to relax her, grabbing another piece of bread, this one sopping with gravy, she spies her next skinny victim, "Dawine..." tossing it in her direction, "Have some of this...your to skinny..."

Dawine idilicly wanders in, unsure of why it's so crowded. That is before she's quite nicely thwapped in the head by Cera. The bread promptly falls to the ground before it's picked up by the messanger. "Gee Cera, thanks." She tosses the bread back in Ceraa's general direction, though whether she hit her or not...

Paric strides quickly in from the Class Room.

Cera ducks and the bread continues towards Ishem as a wet soggy flying projectile.

Jellem takes a drink of his wine

Cera grins and tilts her head to the side to see....if it makes contact with the next victim, planning ahead she arms herself with potentially more food items to use in case of emergency.

Benjiniah grins a little, that cheeky smile crossing his lips again. He finds a bowl of mashed tubers and a rather large serving spoon. He sticks his finger in the tubers and pulls out of fingerful to lick off before slinging the mashed stuff in Cera's direction. "ooops."

Dawine quickly slips further into the room and behind other people, namely Ishem and maybe a few others.

Ishem * decides not to torture you with his idleness any more. "Sorry!" *smooches*

Ishem walks to the Grand Staircase.

From the balcony above, Ishem walks in from the Gathering Hall.

From the balcony above, Ishem goes home.

Dawine eeks as her shield runs away, so she finds another sheild, unfortunatly, she can't quite find one, so she sits at a table and watches, hoping to not get smacked by food.

Cera blinks as the wet mushy mass become plastered to the side of her head with a thud, "Oh ho! gettin' a little active over there are you Benji boy.." as she takes her arsenal of gravy soaked bread and projects them in rapid fire motion in his direction.

Paric puts his hand to his forehead and shakes his head upon arriving from the classroom downstairs and partaking the scene within the room. His mouth drops open as he watches the mashed tubers hit his spouse on the side of the face.

Jellem gets out his sketchbook from the pouch at his belt and a stylus and begins sketching the goings on throughout the room

Gaederon looks aghast at the unusual goings-on in the dining area and moves out of the firing range, heading toward the courtyard. "Ah, I ate already." he says as he passes by one of the gravy splattered apprentices. He adds, "Excuse me." to one of the ducking journeymen, as he winds his way between chairs, tables and food spattered bodies.

Benjiniah blinks and looks up. He was eating all his ammunition. He grins, mashed tubers smeared all over his face. Luckily, he swallows before speaking. "What? They are good. You want some more?" He grins and pulls out another spoonful, slinging it at Cera again. she asked for it.. with those sticky pieces of gravy bread she kept throwing at him.

Dawine gasps slightly as Ben begins to attack Cera, oh no. Azure eyes widen as she watches the bread head straight for Cera. Eek.

Cera laughs heartily as she feels the most relaxed she has in months, stands on her chair, poses the 'I'll get you my pretty..' and is frontal assualted by the mashed tubers. Clearing her eyes, a decidely evil glint has begun to show itself in her eyes. "Hah Gaederon...no one is moving smoothly through my domain! I will show you who 'rules'.." and promptly grabs a heaping of meat rolls and tosses them in his direction.

Paric's head drops slightly in disbelief, his hand covering his face, as he sits down on the stairs. He looks up and continues to watch as his wife continues to throw food at all within a tuber's throw.

Benjiniah laughs and aids Cera in her quest to mess up Gaederon's cloths with food. He serves up another spoonful of lukewarm tubers and slings it in Gaederon's direction. The tubers float in midair for a good long time as they make their way over to Gaed, almost looking artistic in their flight. He takes another spoonfull and starts eating it. the bread and gravy was really adding to the flavor of the tubers.

Dawine quickly finds some soaked bread herself, probably from somewhere on the floor, and sends a few at Cera Benjiniah and Gaederon, trying to get them to settle down.

Gaederon turns at the voice of the master GlassSmith and receives his due, full face-on. The succulent juices dripping from his forehead to his chin, and the meat falling full onto his face, chest and arms. Not to be rude, he merely says "Thank you. I am quite full, but this is just too delicious to pass up." He promptly sits and begins to eat the well served food, using his finger to wipe off and lick up the juices. "Quite delicious, actually." He says, with that pale faced look he gets when he is overwhelmed.

Jellem sketches out the current looks of all the smiths, the conquering Cera on top of the chair, arm poised to throw. The disbelieve Paric. The two apprentices and the overwhelmed Journeyman

From the balcony above, Gorian walks in from the East Wing.

Cera laughs almost manically before winking in Benji's direction, "Well aimed young man.." titling her head in Jellem's direction, "But he has not paid his dues...and is operating a 'business' within the realm...shall we not get him to pay his dues?" eyeing the bowl of tubers with gusto. "Can't leave any evidence of what as occured within theses hallowed halls..." and before anyone can say anything more she disposes of the entire contents of a bowl with a wide arching swing sending food in every direction before sitting proudly on her chair covered in food.

The flung tubers and bits of gravy soaked bread strike the non-plussed journeyman on either side of the head. He promptly scrapes them off and adds them to the already passable meal he has before him. "Oh, bread and gravy, and tubers too. Such service here in the crafthall today, and prompt." He eats the food, from floor and pot none-the-less and smiles with an idiotic grin as he faces the WoodCraft master, unaware that he is staring right through the man.

Dawine quickly tosses a couple more mashed something or others, doing her absolute best to hit Cera, and hoping to drag Paric into this she sends some his way too. Then she sends some more food in the general direction of journeyman and apprentice. Then, following Cera she sends some food at jellem the artist before she quickly heads towards the stairs, hanging behind a few seconds to see the ensuing reactions.

Jellem ducks out of the way of the passing food and continues drawing

From the balcony above, Gorian walks out onto the balcony and looks out over the Gathering Hall below and stops dead in his tracks with wide eyes. "Ah ... " is the only word that apparently can escape his lips as he watches Master Cera fling food across the room.

OOC: Dawine says "Hasta go, so anyone logging, if you want, please e-mail me a copy. If you need my adress, look in smith"

Dawine innocently wanders to the Grand Staircase.

From the balcony above, Dawine innocently wanders in from the Gathering Hall.

From the balcony above, Dawine innocently wanders to the East Wing.

From the balcony above, Gorian moves closer to the railing and looks over to see if it is actually safe to come down stairs.

Paric looks up at the said of Gorian's distinctive "Ah..." and motions for the young man to come down and then stands up and walks over to the very food-covered crowd. "Ahem... " he says clearing his throat.

Gaederon stands up and snatches a bowl of gravy from the table. He turns toward the crouching harper and glares, his visage more of a glazed over, tormented and confused man than an angry one. He strides purposefully toward the furtive individual, and lifts the bowl up over his own head as he walks. Just as he reaches Jellem, he begins to turn the bowl, so it will pour forward. "I think you..." but he doesn't get to finish the sentence. A small impediment has made itself apparent, and provided a slippery spot for the Journeyman Smith's foot, and sent him up in the air, his feet missing the harper by mere finger widths, and his back coliding with the floor in a soft thud. With glorious grace, the bowl of gravy spins top over bottom, spraying its payload up and down in a spiral, splattering Gaed and heading toward the harper.

Cera dusts her self off, regains her moment of dignity, smiles and waves, "Well that was quite fun...and hello dear..need bath...talk with you later..." and trots very daintly up the stairs. Seeing the quite spectacular stunt of Gaederon's, she claps with silent pride, "Well done Journeyman...that was so full of grace..." shaking her head as she laughs and walks slowly up the stairs.

Jellem quickly steps out of the way, sliding himself on one of pieces of Cera's soggy bread but after slipping for a minute he finally manages to catch his balance, he mutters something under his breath

Cera gracefully moves to the Grand Staircase.

From the balcony above, Cera gracefully moves in from the Gathering Hall.

From the balcony above, Gorian shakes his head and make no effort to move from the spot he is standing, and watches as Master Paric walks into the middle of the food fight, miraculously remaining clean. How does Paric do that?

Paric sternly looks at all of apprentices and journeymen. "Ahem ... I believe that will be enough!"

Jellem settles his stance and sits at a clean table to finish out his sketches of the last few minutes

Gaederon stands to his feet, looking more than a little unsettled and embarassed "Right, well, I will just get the mops and buckets, and let's all get this cleaned up." Before the headwoman comes in and decides that we all need to have our skin removed, an inch at a time.

Paric nods at Gaederon's suggestion then turns back to everyone else. "I can't believe you all were having a food fight... in the Gathering Hall of all places." He glances up at his departing wife, "Though...," he says with a chuckle, "I understand you all had a good role model! Alright," he begins to say while grabbing a chair to sit down on, "Lets get this place cleaned up before you all get into trouble!" At which point he promptly sits down in a small heaping of mashed tuber, meat rolls, and gravy. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head knowing that he should have learned by now to always check were he sits first.

Liesana steps silently in from the Harper's Workshop.

Benjiniah slipped on masked tubers earlier and ended up on the floor. He hit his head and felt like laying down was a good idea. When Paric decided to start the clean up process, the young smith tried to roll under a table and hide, closing his eyes and hoping it would all go away.

Gaederon comes from the closet with mops and buckets. "Come on you laggards, fill the buckets with water and let's get going." he plunks down the pile of mops and brings one bucket to get water for himself. Regular working supervisor he is, or is he?

Jellem continues his sketchings of the food fight in process, perfecting them so that they seem to be miniatures in perfect detail of the goings on

Liesana strolls in from her quarters, hand freshly dressed and numbweeb salved. The scene of what looks to be the remains of a foodfight is given an arched eyebrow and a quirky grin. "Why do I," she intones. "Always seem to miss the fun bits?"

From the balcony above, Reeba strides quickly in from the West Wing.

From the balcony above, Reeba strides quickly to the Grand Staircase.

Reeba strides quickly in from the Balcony Landing.

Reeba comes in and spies a group of smith and harpers, most noticibly covered in various pieces of food. "Ohhh-kay, I think I'll stand over here out of the way." she says and sits on a bench, a good toss away but close enough to hear any conversation.

Paric looks back over his shoulder at the harper, "Oh ... you haven't missed the fun part, yet!" He grins and stands up to look at the new food stains on the back of his pants. "Ah well..."

Liesana strolls over to sit by Reeba. "I can hazard a pretty good guess of what we've walked into, can't you... Faranth, but it's good to see you again!" And then a grin over at Paric. "Glad I can take part at least in a little of it...

Gaederon turns with a mop in his hand and almost whacks the apprentice speaking with the Woodcraft Master. He glances at Paric and then Liesana and says "Here, I assume you know how to use this." to hide his embarassment. The mop is wet and some of the water has splashed about as he turned, while more is making a puddle at the floor where the apprentice and master stand.

Jellem finishes up his sketches

From the balcony above, Gorian has disconnected.

From the balcony above, Gorian falls asleep.

Liesana *queries. Is the mop being handed to /me/?

Reeba chuckles at the lot of them before answering "It's good to see you too Lies, though I hardly expected to greet you here covered in....my word, what is that slop?" Reeba winks at Lies before asking Paric "You didn't start this did you?"

From the balcony above, Keela walks quietly in from the East Wing.

From the balcony above, The housekeeper arrives to cart Gorian off to bed.

Liesana blinks as the mop is placed in front of her, the Harper Journeywoman obviously puzzled as to what to do with it. "But I didn't..." Sigh. But then a slightly mischevious look. He obviously doesn't know the new Hall Harper when he sees her, therefore she'll humour him, and let someone else introduce her. "Oh, I suppose I can remember how to work one." she avers, taking the mop, and swabbing it briskly across the floor, imitating the innocent little apprentice that she never was.

Gaederon notices the knot and recognizes the rank, sputtering "Oh, your pardon Journeyman Harper, I was not attending to my ... ah, I wasn't meaning that you should... " Oh great, yet another blunder. How many this day already? He has lost count, obviously "Sorry about the mess. I am Journeyman Metalsmith Gaederon. Welcome to Smithcraft Hall?" Yeah, right, like that is going to help.

Liesana chuckles, and shakes her head, continuing to mop the floor in a neat pattern. "No need, Journeyman Gaederon, no need. No doubt you get enough apprentices here that any new face is suspect until proved otherwise, eh?" And then, with a flourish, the mop is snapped up, and presented to one of the /actual/ Smith apprentices. "Compliments of Harper." she grins to him, before reaching out a hand to Gaederon. "Journeyman Liesana, and your new posted Harper. But call me Liesana, Lies, or any other contraction that you wish. And stop fretting, I'm not often known to bite."

Paric puts his hand up to cover his amusement as Liesana begins to help mop up the mess. "Ah ... I believe Gaederon still has a little too much gravy on his face, Liesana!" he says with a chuckle. "Welcome to the Smithcraft Hall!"

Reeba giggles quietly at Gaed's discomfort, and stands up and offers "Here Journeywoman Liesana" using her full title in front of the smiths. "I've been here long enough, I might as well do some chores to make up for my keep. I'll mop up if you'd like." she suggests while actually hoping that some smith drudge might stumble by.

Gaederon stands, mouth agape at the fast repartee of the harper and receives her hand in his own after a moment of thinking. He turns to Master Paric and says "I wiped it off ..." before he realizes what was intended. He flushes again, forgetting he has not released the harper's hand "Yes, welcome." Liesana's hand is released and he turns to obtain another mop "I had best get going. I was also a participant in the recent action, and had best set an example for the laggards... apprentices, that is." And on he goes, muttering something about keeping his eyes open and mouth shut more often.

From the balcony above, Keela walks quietly to the East Wing.

Liesana twinkles, an impish light in amber eyes. "Better gravy than egg, no?" And then a wrinkled nose at Reeba. "Oh, don't you dare start calling me Journeywoman, Reebs." she admonishes, mock-stern. "I'm going to be /living/ with these folks, and I'll seriously die if formality is all I hear." And then she grabs another broom, and picks up where she left off. Thoughts of non-participation seem to have vanished, apparently.

Paric chuckles and then frowns as he realizes that the gravy is now soaked completely through his pants. "Hmmmm... I believe I should probably find a clean pair of pants before I go too much further."

Reeba giggles, "Ok Lies but I don't think formality is something you'll get here...trust me, I know." Seeing the ever quiet Jellem with his sketches, she walks over and sits down beside him, "I don't see any food on you, too fast for 'em Jell?"

Gaederon swabs with the best of them, his mop splashing back and forth. Up and into the bucket, and with a twist, it is squeezed off to the rinse and applied to the floor again. "Bad enough I have to get myself into this whole mess, and now I get myself cleaning like a rank apprentice." Oh, a little miffed are we? "I should know better, really." he mutters to an apprentice on his right "It was fun though." he adds after, and winks. With little concern, he continues his mopping, soaking the floor more than necessary, and splashing the water about as he does so.

Liesana continues swabbing, mop occasionally flicking water droplets at innocent bystanders. And then she edges too close to Gaederon, and catches a decent splash on her legs. "Hey!" she grins, sploshing a bit of mop-water back at him. "Watch the aim, no?"

Reeba leans over to Jellem and whispers into his ear, "We'd better be careful or these two will have soon have their mops at the ready and the next battle will be with water."

From the balcony above, Sean walks in from the West Wing.

Gaederon turns with a blank stare toward Liesana and says "Oh, sorry about that." and goes back to mopping with a bit less enthusiasm. He flips the mop into the bucket, sending a great gout of mop water up and out, back toward the harper. He turns with a chagrin and looks as the splash makes its way.

Paric chuckles at Gaederon and Liesana, "Okay, you two ... keep it clean." He turns back to the apprentices, "All of you!" He keeps chuckling and starts over to the stairs, "I really need to get a new pair of pants. First red fruit juice stains, and now gravy and tubers."

Jellem goes home.

Invert blinks in from ::between::!

Gaederon calls to Invert, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Liesana eeps, and skitters out of the way of the incoming wave of mop-water. "Eeep! Dirty cards!" she yelps, dodging most of it, but having the rest soak her about the shoulders. "Oh, ick." she comments, a trifle petulant, before flicking another, hopefully final, volley of the wet stuff back at Gaederon. An arched eyebrow at Paric. "Aren't you going to help?"

Gaederon stands and takes the wetness, knowing he was at fault for the demise of the Harper Journeywoman. "I am most sorry Journeywoman, I was not thinking." Yep, and that's always his problem. It's obvious by the way he acts most of the time. "Here, let me get a towel for you so you can dry off." Walking across the room, he slips and almost falls once, and then again just at the door of the linnen closet. He takes a few soft looking towels from the closet and brings them back, handing one to the Journeywoman and then begins to wipe himself off as well "I suppose a shower will be in order for me once I finish cleaning. Sorry about the water, it's not exactly the way we treat guests of the craft hall. Really, we are normally much better behaved." When he is done toweling off, he says "If you will excuse me, I should go clean up."

OOC: Reeba sighs. Her infant is fussing..have to bolt. Later all.

Reeba goes home.

Paric turns back to the Liesana and chuckles, "Yes. First, I'm going to change into new pants; After that I intend on making sure that everyone who helped in creating this mess is still working, at least until the hall is clean."

Liesana arches an eyebrow, and takes the towel, a wry look on her face. But her sense of humour survives a soaking. "Ah well, easier to ask forgiveness than permission, they say, so I guess I'll forgive you. Although." A quirky grin. "That was the first time in my life that anyone's ever thrown mop water at me, so maybe there's not too much to forgive, especially since I played my part too." That was a good pair of shots, weren't they? "And don't worry about treating me like a guest, I hope to eventually become part of the family, as it were, so I'm quite willing to be treated like one." She then sets about towelling off the water and bits of soaked food clinging to her, nodding as Gaederon appears poised to make his exit. "Aye, don't let me keep you... wouldn't want any of your students to catch you looking like something the feline dragged in."

Gaederon makes for the stairs and says "You haven't met Evan yet." and leaves the statement at that.

Liesana has, actually, met the Crafthead. And something tells her it probably wouldn't do to be found in the middle of the chaos of the Gathering Hall with bits of food clinging to face and hair. "You know, that idea of a shower didn't sound half bad..." she muses, before picking up a mop, and a mostly-full bucket of water, and attempting to clean up once more.

Gaederon walks to the Grand Staircase.

From the balcony above, Gaederon walks in from the Gathering Hall.

Benjiniah has disconnected.

Gorian walks in from the East Wing.

Gorian walks to the Grand Staircase.

Gorian walks in from the Balcony Landing.

Liesana is resolutely mopping up a section of the floor, bits of soaked food still clinging to a damp shirt. The Harper Journeywoman seems in rather good humour, however, flashing a grin and a wave to Gorian. "Heyla there!"

Gorian carefully walks down the stairway and stops at the bottom. "Ah ..." he begins to say upon seeing that the food fight is finished.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Benjiniah off to bed.

Gorian nods to the journeyman harper and smiles meekly, "Ah ... hello." He looks about and notices the mops and buckets and realizes, perhaps this isn't really a good place to be right now.

Oh, but it is... Liesana, spotting that the newcomer is a Smith of the proper rank, gives him her biggest, brightest, bestest smile, and walks up to him, broom and bucket in hand. "Well met, Smith Apprentice. I'm Journeyman Liesana, your new Hall Harper. Care to lend a hand?"

Gorian's eyes widen and he stares ahead for a moment, before dropping his gaze to the ground. "Ummm... I'm Gorian. I g..g..guess I could help," he says slowly. "At least for a little bit. I'm supposed to be helping Master Paric in the woodcraft shop."

Liesana grins, and hands him a mop. "Again, well met, Gorian. And don't worry about Master Paric. He'll be back shortly to help with cleaning up as well. Or organizing it, anyways." Somehow, letting the apprentice know that Paric was apprently right in on the food fight as well doesn't seem too conduicive to creating respect for authority. "With the drudges vacationing, we all need to do out part, after all." Including Harper Journeywomen who show up late to the party.

Liesana *hugs, and thanks for the bit 'o RP, but is bagged, and needs sleep.

Liesana, mop handed off to another, sees her chance and takes it. The lure of a bath is too much of a siren call, and so she flashes another smile in Gorian's direction. "Good to meet you, Apprentice."

Liesana steps silently to the Harper's Workshop.

Gorian smiles and nods. "They aren't vaca ...." he begins to say, then thinks better of it. "Night." He frowns at the mess confronting him and sighs. "Ah well, I guess I had better start." he says taking the broom in hand and begins to sweep.