When an Army of Englands come together...

[anenglishrose]

Mundane, for your perusal and reference. Please read carefully. We await your feedback.

Thank you.



Minutes of the Meeting
24 July 2012, 9:30-10:20pm

Attendees:

godsavesarcasm
theseasbemine
fangsandscones
sweetsweetdevil
anenglishrose
spadequeen

Archer, Mochi, Cat and Bunny are also represented by anenglishrose.

Absent:

britanniaimperium

Nuisances:

c_est_moi_bonnefoy
si_espana
preussen_ore


I. The Love Hotel
 A. All attendees decline/refuse to be party to so-called "lewd Hotel shenanigans," unless given due reason or incentive.
B. Lewd and crude comments on the matter from certain trio of idiots are completely disregarded on the grounds that they are daft pricks and thus irrelevant.
C. Approval is sought for proposal of three berks to be sent to Love Hotel instead though they'll most probably enjoy themselves, given that they are deviant hooligans of the worst order.

II. Archer, Mochi, Cat and Bunny

A. Approval also sought for expedient creation of journals and acquisition of icons.
B. Deadline for approval and implementation of processes to be determined, but it must be at the earliest possible time.
C. Bunny's journal and icons also due for transfer to Dreamwidth.

III. Other Issues

A. Alice (anenglishrose) shall pay a call to the Empire (britanniaimperium) to verify his status.
B. Devil's (sweetsweetdevil) supply of cake is running low.
C. Continue assistance and encouragement for Queen's (spadequeen) Fairy Cake project.
D. Teddy Bear Making Session confirmed for this weekend.
E. Mundane must stop her reluctant curiousity over Poorly-Written, Erotic Books We Are Embarrassed to Have Been Sprung From Our House or we will.
F. Rumors of an upcoming "big event" to be verified.

Comments

[anenglishrose]

I suppose my Mundane can be rather... Daring in that respect.

If you're surrounded by actual children, his size does make a difference. Though it must be said that he's still a child in a couple of ways.

[garantundkraft]

Either that or mine's just a great big chicken. ::Ignoring the glare his mun is sending him. Oh the glaring.:: I mean, West had to give my mun a pep talk. We are talking serious cowardice here.

Ahhhh how did I get stuck with such an unawesome mundane? ::He groans, and if England doesn't move, he's going to try to lean dramatically on her for 'support'.::

You're so lucky. So very lucky. I'd take all the kids -even America- if it meant my mun were to be half as great as I deserve.

...But yeah, I guess America is a bit big to be called a child when you've got actual ones around.

[anenglishrose]

A pep talk for what exactly?

[And suddenly leaning Prussia. Frowning a little, she does her best to fend him off, pushing at him by the shoulder to get him off. She's tiny and she's a woman. Some personal space would be much appreciated you hooligan.]

Indeed. He doesn't need to add to the brood of children that need supervision.

[garantundkraft]

To work on the app for the game I'm going to.

::Nope, he's just ignoring the pushing. Why? She's tiny and she's a woman and he's from the 1940s so... well... very different idea of women and their personal space needs which does not make him a hooligan; though his other fine qualities certainly qualify him for that title.::

I'd ask if you can't just make him play with them, but that'd end real bad if I remember right.

[anenglishrose]

And how is that faring?

[Huffs. She should have known Prussia wouldn't cooperate. What else is new?]

If you could kindly get off...

I often let him. He helps the children burn off their excess energy, though often that leaves a lot more mess than usual to clean up.

[garantundkraft]

Well, still no writing on the sample part of it, and that's all that's left... but we've got a month. ::He shrugs with one shoulder. Then he finally stops leaning, but not before trying to steal a kiss to her cheek first.::

Thaaaat's what I was worried about. Which is why your mun has to get a West. He's a neat freak! Won't have to worry about messes ever again.

Though... he might scare the kids... ::Ponder. Ponder.::

[anenglishrose]

A lot can be done in a-- What are you--! [She's startled at him trying to kiss her and she reacts in reflex: moving to shove him off so she can slap him. Her cheeks flush hard as her heart pounds.]

[garantundkraft]

::Shove: successful. Slap: Also successful.

He rubs his reddened cheek and pouts at her.:: Ahhhh, Engelland, that hurt!

[anenglishrose]

That's what you get! [Now you have her flustered. Congratulations.] What were you trying to do?!

[garantundkraft]

Just give you a little friendly kiss! It's not like you're my England! ::And kissing the enemy doesn't count if the enemy is female. Yep. That's his story and he's sticking to it.

He drops his hand from his cheek and straightens his uniform where it got a little wrinkled from the shove.::

[anenglishrose]

You could have warned me! [Not that she'd agree to being kissed. Whatever. A warning would still have been appreciated.] Or asked.

[garantundkraft]

Oh come on! You'd've told me to "sod off, wanker" or something like that!

::...Yes, he did just falsetto the sod off, wanker. How does that make her feel?::

[anenglishrose]

[It finally makes her give in to the urge to roll her eyes.]

Why would you even want to do that anyway?

[She eyes Prussia suspiciously. Is this just him trying to make fun of her?]

[garantundkraft]

Because... uh... ummmm...

::This is his thoughtful face.::

That's what you do when broads are being cute?

::...That was the wrong answer, wasn't it.::

[anenglishrose]

Oh, so you do that all the time? Just go ahead and kiss an unsuspecting "broad" for being cute?

[Yes, it's the wrong answer.]

[garantundkraft]

Not just any girl! Just... certain ones?

::He's digging the hole even deeper, isn't he?::

[anenglishrose]

Just the certain other cute ones, then?

[Yes, he is.]

[garantundkraft]

Uh... yes?

[anenglishrose]

I see.

[Her icy disapproval. Let her show you it.]

[garantundkraft]

W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?! I just said you were cute!

[anenglishrose]

Well, then I thank you for your assessment. I suppose I approve of your taste.

[But that face.]

[garantundkraft]

...Did you seriously just say you suppose you approve of my taste? That's practically the same as calling yourself ugly.

::Oh yeah, Gilbo. You're so smooth.::

[anenglishrose]

Others have said much worse...

[She doesn't care. Or so she would say.]