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Vinegar Tom · 01-27-2010, 02:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Ashwinder

Grudgingly, very grudgingly, Kellen had to admit that Chaucer had a point about the girls finding out. Instead of acknowledging this, however, he turned to Sabel and Raiden, "Spreading the word about this place will be easy enough; we can just talk to the boys in our dorm rooms. But if it is going to be more like a club and less like a casual drop-in, we're going to need some way to pass information. Ideas?"

The idea came with a fleetness unknown to Chaucer's brain under normal circumstances. After weeks worth of prodding, an old acquaintance had convinced him to watch the old Metropolis film in all it's heavily segmented glory. While Chaucer personally found very little to say in favor of any silent film, except that the actresses looked exquisite, Lang may well have created the perfect idea.
"I recall watching something with a group of workers passing around special notes. If we set a series of notes into circulation amongst the student body that only males would comprehend, it would save us a lot of trouble." But what to put would be the real question. "Boys generally are drawn to delinquency... why not have something like: 'spitting contest in sixth floor wc'? When they arrive out of curiosity, they will be greeted with a lounge and a list of regulations. Made most prominent would be something about telling females."

All this aside, Chaucer wasn't quite sure if there was a better way to guarantee neither females nor faculty would discover their operation.

SPOILER!!: Ian

Maybe we could start with that one... Chaucer thought slyly to himself. But perhaps a set plan would be more profitable than to leap like a bloody fool into the fray.

01-27-2010, 02:30 AM	#24 (permalink)
Vinegar Tom Gnome Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: 121 Stalkme Crescent Posts: 265 Hogwarts RPG Name: Chaucer Ipswich Sixth Year	Your Favourite Beta Male.} \|Saucy Chaucy Quote: Originally Posted by Ashwinder Grudgingly, very grudgingly, Kellen had to admit that Chaucer had a point about the girls finding out. Instead of acknowledging this, however, he turned to Sabel and Raiden, "Spreading the word about this place will be easy enough; we can just talk to the boys in our dorm rooms. But if it is going to be more like a club and less like a casual drop-in, we're going to need some way to pass information. Ideas?" The idea came with a fleetness unknown to Chaucer's brain under normal circumstances. After weeks worth of prodding, an old acquaintance had convinced him to watch the old Metropolis film in all it's heavily segmented glory. While Chaucer personally found very little to say in favor of any silent film, except that the actresses looked exquisite, Lang may well have created the perfect idea. "I recall watching something with a group of workers passing around special notes. If we set a series of notes into circulation amongst the student body that only males would comprehend, it would save us a lot of trouble." But what to put would be the real question. "Boys generally are drawn to delinquency... why not have something like: 'spitting contest in sixth floor wc'? When they arrive out of curiosity, they will be greeted with a lounge and a list of regulations. Made most prominent would be something about telling females." All this aside, Chaucer wasn't quite sure if there was a better way to guarantee neither females nor faculty would discover their operation. SPOILER!!: Ian Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed There was ... something. On his head. Walking on his head. Or crawling, whichever - Ian could feel something over there that totally should not be living between his tangled, brown locks. A spider, maybe? He HAD been around the grounds, doing his usual crawling around and looking for galleons. If it was spider, it really was no problem; he'd had worst. Pushing the door of the bathroom open, Ian stepped inside the lavatory looking every bit the unclean boy he usually was. Shirt untucked, shoe laces untied, tie hanging very loosely around his neck and stains of mud and Merlin Knows What Else all over his shirt, pants and even hands, the boy looked like a mess. He even had a bloody lip, and the truth was Ian could not recall how on EARTH had he gotten that. Oh, people. He wasn't alone. There was Kellen, Daph's Raiden and ... Strangers. Ian waved at them all in a cheerful fashion. "Yo!" He busied himself with washing his filthy hands, unaware that he'd walked in and interrupted a meeting. Maybe we could start with that one... Chaucer thought slyly to himself. But perhaps a set plan would be more profitable than to leap like a bloody fool into the fray.