SPITE ME — WEEKLY TASKS [1/23 - 1/29]

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  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Already leadership was proving to be a very demanding job, not that Sweetophelia had expected anything less. But seeing as she had agreed to host a session of weekly tasks last week - an arrangement that fell apart in light of all the recent chaos - the Ragdoll was finally getting around to it at the start of this week. Previously only high positions were authorised to organise weekly tasks but now that Sweetophelia was leader, she planned on announcing that anyone was free to organise weekly tasks at the next clan meeting. But for now, the BlizzardClan leader would do the job herself. "Gather around if you're interested in a weekly task."
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  • [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]It finally seemed as though things were becoming normal again - Blizzardclan had an engaging leader, and everyone else's activity was rising. At Sweetophelia's call, Pierce ambled over with a smile on his face. "Hi, Sweet," he greeted, "I'll take one, please." The serval wondered what he would recieve, hoping it would be something fun.


    //retro to capture & mobile

  • Germanicus's ears pricked up at Sweetophelia's call, getting up from a shady place where he had been resting with his head on his paws. This didn't seem like a meeting, she was telling people to come for something called a weekly task. He knew what tasks were, at least, and he decided he was obligated to do some sort of task. He still had a lot to learn, the names of the high positions, BlizzardClan's allies and enemies, to name a few. Perhaps this was some sort of tradition, which made him all the more eager to try it. The black smoke kitten padded over, sitting down in front of the leader, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'd like a task."

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Pale lilac eyes brightening as clanmates approached her, Sweetophelia offered both Pierce and Germanicus a quick smile. She knew that Pierce was often amongst the first of the BlizzardClanners to approach whenever a new member came to join and that he was amongst the friendliest of members so Sweetophelia thought that this weekly task would suit him just fine. "Will you organise a clan-wide group tour for our new members? We have quite a few. You could give them a brief overview of our history, our rules, meaningful landmarks, things like that." She turned to Germanicus then, "The snow hasn't melted yet, why don't you collect a few friends and go out and build some snow forts?" He was a child, but he seemed unusually stern for a child, and she thought that playing with more children his age might be beneficial.
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  • Fabian figured that she needed to put herself out there in the clan more. Last time she introduced herself, she had yelled at someone that had been there much longer than she. "I'll take one," she said firmly, making her presence known.

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Turning to Fabian as the young vulpine creature approached, Sweetophelia gave her a quick nod in greeting. Fabian was one of the newer members of BlizzardClan and thusly Sweetophelia was unfamiliar with her, but the BlizzardClan leader had started seeing her around the clan frequently. "You should host a game of truth or dare." Sweetophelia always found games to be a good bonding experience.
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  • Kamari couldn't even remember when she last received or completed a task. The brown tabby, wanting to do something useful at the moment, drew over with a nod, desiring to be given a task. "Oh, I'll take one, please," she meowed, giving Sweet another nod as she flicked her tail, patiently waiting.


  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Smiling fondly at Kamari as the brown tabby feline approached, Sweetophelia considered her for a long moment. "Why don't you offer free hugs to your clanmates?" In Sweetophelia's mind, it seemed like a fun and harmless little activity. Perhaps it would be a bit embarrassing but it was always good to be able to laugh at oneself.
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    [font='baskerville old face']ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | 2 years | Attack in [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Iselotta approached quietly, a smile on her face as the gentle she-panther bowed her head in respect to Sweet as she took a seat. "I would love to have a task to do, mademoiselle," she spoke up gently, her eyes warm as she looked to her leader expectantly.

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Her smile renewed, Sweetophelia offered the female wildcat a quiet nod in greeting. "Hello, Iselotta. You speak French, don't you?" Sweetophelia had heard the other using French phrases here and there. "Perhaps you could give a little introductory into French for your clanmates? Most of us only speak one language unfortunately." Sweetophelia herself was bilingual but she didn't often have opportunities to practice her French since Snowwhite had disappeared very, very long ago.
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    [font='baskerville old face']ISELOTTA DAAÉ
    [color=gray]White Panther | 2 years | Attack in [color=#7F0037]Bold #7F0037

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    Iselotta gave a warm smile. "Ah, Merci, Madame,"1 she answered softly, nodding as she also confirmed her bi-lingual skills. "You speak it too, do you not? We should practice together sometime," she suggested with a small laugh, though not unkind as she added finally to her acceptance of the task in her native language. "Je serais tres heureux d'enseigner le francais, c'est tres bon!" 2



    [size=8]1) Thank you, Madam.
    2) I would be happy to teach French, it is very good!

  • | weekly tasks? el had never heard of these before. they sounded interesting, though. everybody wanted one, so why should she be left out? "me."



  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Ah who was this? Now this was a BlizzardClanner she hadn't seen before. Smiling at the younger female as she approached, Sweetophelia parted her mouth to speak. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" It was good that BlizzardClan was continuing to receive as many new members as they did. "I'm Sweetophelia Targaryen. Ah, if you're looking for something to do, perhaps you could organise a game of tag?" She had enjoyed the game very much as a child - simple but nevertheless exciting.
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  • In her past life, Wisteria didn't exactly do great at her tasks. Sometimes she did nice, but only when they were simple tasks. It didn't help that she refused to get one when Saltcircles handed them out - after all, he once asked her to pee on someone and mark her territory. She wasn't all that fond of that.


    Still, Sweet wasn't Salt. In fact, their names' were opposites. So, perhaps, their tasks would be too. "I'd like one, please!"

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Turning away from 011 to look at Wisteria, Sweetophelia nodded to the younger BlizzardClanner, quickly considering a mental list of tasks that she could potentially assign to Wisteria. "Will you play a game of 'likes and dislikes'? Basically everyone playing writes up a list of three things that they like and three things that they dislike. Everyone will then try to guess who's who based on that list."
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  • | tag? what was that? eleven hadn't heard of that. it sounded odd. "tag?" she questioned curiously.


    /mobile


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    Weekly... tasks..? Eren was unaware of what that really was, though after watching Sweet for a few minutes, the meaning wasn't too difficult to pick up. Mandatory social events, it sounded like. Huh. The apprentice wasn't entirely opposed to such a thing, so he bounded over, blinking bright teal eyes up at his leader. "I'll take one," he piped up breezily.

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]The young girl seemed not to have noticed her question but Sweetophelia was unbothered. "Ah, tag? It's a fairly simple game once you know the rules. Basically you play in a group of animals, and the animal who's 'it' has to chase and touch one of the other players. At that point, that player is the new 'it' and they have to go around and tag someone else." Hopefully Eleven understood her quick explanation. Smiling still, the BlizzardClan leader turned onto Eren then as the young apprentice approached. "Eren, will you organise a game of charades? Maybe try basing your words off of other members of BlizzardClan or other famous animals from different clans?"
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  • | the small feline nodded in understanding. "eleven," she said. "my name." she hoped that the leader understood, because she was horrible with words and grammar. she walked off to go perform her task.



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    Weekly tasks? That sounded kinda fun. As long as he didn't have to do anything outside his comfort zone... "I'll take one!" Yuuri said, a smile on his muzzle.