Log:2017 May Greenies Meeting
| 2017 May Greenies Meeting | |
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| Participants | 26 May, 2017 The Greenies hold their May meeting to discuss business and socialize. |
| Location
The Greengarden - OT01 | |
| Through the back of the Greengarden Greenhouse is the storage of all manner of seedlings and young plants. However, behind all of that is a quiet area with chairs and picnic tables that sort of resembles a break room, despite being surrounded by plants and various plant growing accessories. It's there in that informal setting that one finds Ian, perched on top of one of the picnic tables with a glass of lemonade in one hand. There's a cooler or two with cold beverages and some snacks. It's not a formal to-do and those who come to gather are encouraged to plop down wherever they like. Folks have been meandering in and once everyone seems to be assembled and to have found a seat, Ian opens up the meeting. "So, since our last meeting, you poor misguided folk elected me to kind of keep things in order around here.. or something vaguely like that. So, thanks for that. And thanks for coming out. There's a couple of matters of business that I'm going to bring up and then we'll open up the floor." Billy Ray brought a case of beer - Bud, of course, and put it down with a baker's dozen of bakery cookies. He grabs a beer and moves to take a seat, flopping into a seat to sip at his beer and munch at a cookie and listen - jeans, worn shoes, flannel shirt, wifebeater, trucker's cap. Isolde arrives on time. A cup of coffee in her hands and her hair let down. She’s still dressed in her work clothing, so it’s easy to guess that the Doctor has another shift to go at the hospital tonight. She gives a smile to those that she knows as she walks in. She then finds a seat and settles down, paying attention to Ian as he speaks and she gives a soft clap, “Congratulations, Ian.” she tells him with a smile. "Hello lovelies." Eden says in greeting as she makes her way into the room as well, a little smile crossing her lips as she glances across the greenhouse before settling her attention on Ian. "Oh yees, Congratulations." She echoes Isolde's compliment. Jon was almost late. He was wearing the same scrubs he'd been wearing for the last 15 hours and looked more than a bit worn. He looked to Ian and said, "Oh? No fuckin way, right on, man. Grats and my condolences." If he could be more stoic and deadpan it'd take actual, physical effort. Effectiveness:4, bedside manner: 0. "Firstly, some of us have been working on the Freehold Garden to try and restore it from the sad and sorry wilted state that it is in currently. It's going to take a lot more work so for those who might be inclined to help but aren't really as familiar with gardening -- let me know. Sophia and I can help with assigning projects that need assistance, and we're always glad of any additional help. If you're interested, let one of us know after the meeting." Ian takes a breath then and continues. "Secondly, Isolde has begun to offer some healing classes for those who are in need of training, particularly in those areas and need to complete those requirements in order to become full members. Please do attend. I, likewise am available to work with those who are interested in developing gardening skills. If there are those within the group who want to volunteer as mentors or host additional events such as those that might involve hedgefruit identification and scavenging, that would be beneficial." He then says, "And the third, is that we're going to begin the search for a garden space within the Hedge specifically for the Greenies. What we do for the Freehold is primarily for the benefit of the Freehold and focused toward healing and aid. This garden will allow us not only to continue those pursuits but to work on our own projects as well. Anyone interested in venturing out with me to go looking, again, let me know after the meeting." He smiles to those who offer congratulations and dips his flower enwreathed head a bit in silent thanks. "So.. that all said.. if anyone has any business they'd like to bring up.. feel free to shout on out." He gestures with green-tipped fingers toward those gathered. Billy Ray lifts his hand, "Er, ah. Sorry," he says as he rises. Billy Ray Johnson, y'all. Paramedic, flight medic certified, trauma. Ain't got no skill wit' gardenin', fraid to say. But hand to hand - particularly Chinese Kung Fu, sure, guns. Science, makin' shit - particularly guns, armor, stuff like that, includin' Hedgespun an' Tokens, ah'm yer man. Some skill wit' a blade as well. Good wit' gettin' stuff done, got a library fer Hedgespinnin'. New fella, prospect. Wantin' to help y'all out. Spring, Knight o' the Honorable Order. If it involves tech or makin' shit, ah'm pretty damn good at it, not t'hear my mama boast or nuttin'. Mah licenses from Georgia still good fer medicine an' whatnot but ah'll hafta fix that at some point ah imagine right quick." He sits back down. Isolde gives a wave to those that are new and may not know her face when Ian mentions her medical classes, "Doctor Garreau, at your service." she tells them with a brilliant smile. Then she listens to what Ian has to say, nodding a bit at a few things. When he asks if there's any business, there's a bit of a smile, "I have some. I recieved a letter from one of our recruits by the name of Oberon?" she quirks an eyebrow at Ian. Then there's a look to Billy Ray when he speaks up and there's a smile and a nod of welcome, "It's good to have you, Mister Johnson." she tells her fellow Spring. | |
