House Aleema of Satal Keto Aedile's Report #3

Page Meridian sounding off...

Page's Pub

A speeder weaved in and out of the busy weekend traffic, equipped with a license plate that read simply: “Aedile”. Page was on his way to his Pub to meet some friends from the House. As he arrived at his recently renovated escape, he notice a small individual clad in a gray robe asleep on the stoop leading to the familiar wooden door. Page shook his head as he realized who it was. After adjusting the chance cube that hung so thug-like from the rear view mirror, the Aedile proceeded away from his new speeder with only a flash back from his right arm to arm the countermeasures system. This used to be a friendly neighborhood, but smugglers be crazy these days.

“Get up Dalthid!” Page yelled. “You’re making the place look bad!” Rolling over with a groan, the Guardian Dalthid yawned: “Did you get the ingredients for my drink?” Page sighed as he slid his key card through a poorly concealed slot in the door. “Come on, the others should be here soon.”

Page held the door open as Dalthid walked through. The pub was clean, but somewhat baron. The place could use some decoration. Page only hoped that Aleema had a thing or two to remedy that. Dalthid ran over to the bar, nearly knocking over the tall chair at which he leapt. Page took as long as he could to get behind his bar, so as to laugh on the inside at the Guardian’s anxious posture. Dalthid’s tongue stuck slightly out of his mouth, much like a baby Rancor around feeding time.

“Thirsty Dalthid” Page inquired, barely keeping a straight face. “Can you make it Page? Can you?” Dalthid begged. “Hmmm, White Rodian was it?”

Page pulled the blue bottle of Endorian Vodka through the air with a magician’s grace with one hand, and a small but sturdy glass with the other. Next came a rare bottle of vintage Alderaanean Caffa. Page held the smoky brown bottle up for his friend to view. “You see how much I like you?” Dalthid sat with jaw dropped in awe. “Is half cream suitable my friend? I seem to be fresh out of full.” Dalthid quickly wiped a drop of drool from his lower lip and barely uttered: “U…Uh…Uh Huh…” Page poured a bit of cream in to the glass, just short of overflowing. “Wonderful!” Page stated boldly. “I’ll make you one later Dalthid.” Page lifted the glass quickly to his lips, as he watched the Guardian out of the corner of his eye. A small tear drop quickly formed in the corner of Dalthid’s eye; it was quite sad really. Page dropped the glass and slid it over to his friend. “Sorry Dalthid, that was a bad joke. Enjoy!” His eyes became slightly glazed over as Dalthid began to sip the specially created White Rodian.

Page turned to grab his personal black bottle. “That would be the one!” echoed from near the door. “Ahhh! Kaiann sir, I was just thinking of you.” The mighty Epis floated over to sit upon the stool next to Dalthid, but upon seeing the young one’s current state, he decided to skip a seat. Kaiann spoke: “So, do you mind?” Page paused for long moment. “Of course not my friend; drink!” The Aedile reached for two glasses and placed them in front of the Imperial Bourbon bottle. The glasses chimed as Page and Kaiann toasted another great week with their fellow Aleemans.

One by one, most of the House passed through the wooden door of Page’s Pub. Page looked at the familiar blue bottle. Orso may not drink of it this week, but the spirit of the Dark Adept Jedi is certainly here!

Aedile's Challenge

Well, only a couple submissions so far for round two of "Aleema Warning Labels Part II". I'd like to see a few more by tonight folks. Also, keep your eyes open for the next competition run by yours truly. I'm working on getting the award details ironed out, but it should be soon. We'll have some laughs.

Slurred Speech

Page arm wrestles Kaiann for the black bottle; wins I noticed that there has not been much participation from the House this week. Nobody even let Dalthid rub one off by submitting to his comp. My warning labels comp only received two sumbmissions. I realize that there is a lot going on with the MSC III and MML II, but come on! Most of the comps that are run from within the house are are small. That's: "S - M - ALL". Also, it sounds like the reports our beloved TET's asked for each week have been disregarded again by most. Page throws his empty glass at the door; retrieves another I don't know what you all want, and when I ask for feedback, I don't get any. I guess I'll just keep doing what I'm doing until I get fired then.

Second Wind

Now, I'm sure everyone noticed that we are looking for a new KHP; and more importantly, we have a new DGM. Congrats to DJM Mairin! Who's the new KHP gonna be? Maybe we should all start motivating individuals who we'd like to see in the position. Page fumbles around under the bar looking for another bottle of Imperial Bourbon; finds one There is a thing on the DB page when you log in called "the polling center". If you have not seen this, or it has been a long time, please take a second or two to do so. There are some cool ideas there and deserve a small portion of your time. This way, you can't complain when a new medal comes out with a name that sounds like it was picked by the current "butt dart" champion. Page takes a sip by accident of Kaiann's drink; is slapped

Two Sheets to the Wind

Be sure to check out the "How do I get promoted here?" post on the Aleema message board to see if you deserve consideration for advancement. I'll bet a lot of you are closer than you think. Make sure that you are actually using the message boards too. Nothing there you're interested in? I hope you also know that you can START threads as well. Also, I'd like to apologize for something here. Yesterday, I took it upon myself to delete just a couple threads from the message board. I didn't realize that by doing so, the number of posts done by some people has be slightly reduced. i.e. Page had like 28 posts, now he has 16. I mostly deleted my own stuff, so most others should not be affected. So, again, for those of you who get off by the number of message board posts you've done Hiccup I'm sorry; I'll not delete any more.

High; Mellow; Knocked OUT; Feelin' Good

Page listens to some Dantooine Delta Blues I thank you all who at least read this report. I hope you enjoyed the fiction. If you havn't done so, send a mail my way with the name of your favorite drink. I'll turn it in to a Star Wars one in a heart beat! Also, decorations for the pub are still needed. Let's all try to bump the activity level up a notch huh? Let your TET's know if they're running your show how you'd like it. From my end, Dalthid and Tronsta: sings "You are the sunshine of my life...." Keep hangin' in there gentlemen, you got it goin' on!

Thanks for lending and ear and a quill...