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A whisper drifted through the hallways of the Pen, sliding deftly under doorways and through illusions, seeking certain ears. A few heard the whispers that were not intended for them, but smiled and went on with their business, working quickly to finish preparations.

 

Three however, stiffened as the whispers reached their ears, a summons to the Cabaret Room, issued by one of the Elders. They walked separately through the strangely empty corridors of the Pen, yet met in front of the closed doors to the Cabaret Room. Sweetcheerie, drummondo and Patrick Durham exchanged curious glances before Patrick took a deep breath and tried the handle to the Cabaret Room. It resisted his tug, however, firmly closed and locked.

 

The three exchanged confused glances – they knew that they were to enter the Cabaret Room, but now the way was blocked, and they couldn’t help but wonder if the message they had received was wrong, or if they were supposed to seek alternate means of entry. drummondo sighed and started down the corridor again, thinking to try one of the Cabaret Room’s many side doors. Before he got two steps away though, the lock clicked open and the door swung inward on silent hinges. They took deep breaths and then slowly entered the Cabaret Room, confronted by silent ranks of Pennites, forming a corridor from the doorway to the center of the room, where the Elders waited for them.

 

Any thoughts of retreat vanished as the doors thumped closed behind them, and the three swallowed their nervousness and marched towards the Elders, bolstered by encouraging expressions and gestures from the ranks on either side of them.

 

“Thank you for coming.” Gyrfalcon said when they reached the Elders, speaking calmly yet loudly enough (with the aid of a bit of magic) for the assembled ranks of the Pen to hear. “There is a change to the Pen’s membership structures that affects you three, and I though it best that you hear of these changes before the rest of the Pen.”

 

Sweetcheerie swallowed before responding. “And what change would this be?”

 

Gyrfalcon allowed a grin to split his solemn expression. “Why, your promotions of course.” he said as the members of the Pen allowed a swell of applause to pour forth for the suddenly giddy-looking trio.

 

Gyrfalcon chuckled. “Honestly, there was no reason to look so nervous!” he said with a grin before glancing to the side, where Wyvern waited hopefully with a suitcase clutched in his scaly claws. “On the other hand, that expression on Wyvern’s face would make you flinch, I suppose. No selling Almost Dragonic rank plaques, rank tags, or any special deals for the promotion, Wyv.”

 

Wyvern hissed in protest, his tail drooping from its jaunty angle at Gyrfalcon’s words, then sighed as stern glances flashed at him from all over the room. “Alright, alright, I promise to be good, honessssst!” he hissed.

 

Gyrfalcon shook his head and grinned before turning his attention back to the three newly promoted members of the Pen.

 

“To Patrick Durham, congratulations on your promotion to Page, continue to contribute to the community both with your presence and with your works, and you’ll soon become a Quill Bearer.” Gyrfalcon said with a grin of pride for the Pen’s newest Page.

 

“To drummondo and Sweetcheerie, congratulations on your promotions to Quill Bearer, they are well-deserved, and we look forward to when you choose to take your Quill Quests and advance even further.” he finished, likewise smiling proudly for their accomplishments.

 

Gyrfalcon bowed in respect to the three newly promoted members. “Congratulations once more, you’ve certainly earned it.”

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Mynx hits all three with a flying tacklehug, crashing with the new promotees in a ball of kitty fur, paws, arms, legs and a few feathers.

 

"CONGRATULATIONS!"

 

:D

 

Happy happy happy

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Sweetcherrie was relieved it had been nothing serious. Or well, of course it was serious, but at least it was nothing badly serious. It was goodly serious. At this point she told her brains to stop rambling, and it sunk in that she had just been promoted. A happy “yay” escaped her mouth, and she launched herself at Patrick and drummondo to huggle and congratulate them.

 

She turned back to Gyrfalcon “Thank you very much” she said on a more dignified tone, “and I will do my very best to live up to this title, but, erm…can we now throw a small party?” Gyrfalcon smiled and nodded. Sweetcherrie started dancing again and pulled Patrick and drummondo along with her. In the corner of her eyes she saw the almost dragon approach, but before he could say a word she had tacklehugged him as well, “Have any good party stuff in that suitcase of yours?” she winked at him.

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"Why yesss," hisses Wyvern, his forked tongue dangling loose from the tacklehug. "I certainly have some good promotional party stuff for sale. Special promotion deals have been prohibited by Gyrfalcon, however, so I'll have to offer you things at their regular prices."

 

Wyvern snickers and winks at Sweetcherrie, his tongue slowly sliding back into his mouth. The greedy lizard avoids Gyrfalcon's glares as he rummages through his suitecase, discarding rank plaques and rank tags as he claws through its contents.

 

"Lessssee here. Rank tag, nope. Rank plaque, nope. Promotee perfume? Naw, too rank. QQQ (Qute Quillbearer Quill)? Oops, it broke. Page's Loose Leaf? Maybe for Patrick. Hmmmm... oooh, I have just the thing!"

 

Sweetcherrie raises a brow and tilts her head, trying to make out what the lizard is clutching.

 

"Hmm? What would that be?"

 

Wyvern quickly tucks the item behind his back as Sweetcherrie approaches to view it. He flashes her a wide toothy grin.

 

"Well. Let's face it, Sssweetcherrie: no newly promoted pennite is complete without their own personal Almost Dragonic Brand Promotional Inauguration Uniform™. And for a mere two thousand seven hundred and eighty geld, you can have your very own!"

 

With that, Wyvern proudly holds up the "uniform" that he was hiding behind his back, which consists of an extremely tiny miniskirt with two Qs marked on the back in suggestive places. Sweetcherrie stares at the expensive piece of clothing for a long moment, then gradually turns her eyes to Wyvern and cracks her knuckles.

 

"Errrr..." Wyvern takes a step back and holds out the skirt defensively. "You'll, ehhh... you'll be the life of the party...?"

 

*SLAP!*

 

OOC: Congratulations to Sweetcherrie, Patrick Durham, and drummondo on their promotions. ;-)

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*Zool chuckles at the result of Wyvern's failure to heed Gyrfalcon's warning. One day he would find out that Gyr really had everyone's, including Wyvern's, best interests at heart when he made those rules.* ;)

 

"Yes," spoke the portrait of Zool from his quiet perch on the wall, "Congratulations to you all. Your promotions are certainly deserved." :)

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