Grim Today, Glad Tomorrow! (Open RP)

[Naowyn]

*A piece of parchment is attached to several walls and trees across the lands of Azeroth. The paper and ink looks to be of the finest quality, and there's not a blemish to be seen in the flawless handwriting. Several Goblins line the streets in main cities, shoving the rolled paper into passersby's hands. Looking closely you see:*

Attention! Important Announcement!

Ever feel like the world's crashing down on you? Or like all the happy faces you see are fake, and just waiting for you to turn your back before they're back to a scowl? You may be part of a certain organization called the Grim, and we're here to help!

We can offer you a variety of services, including rehabilitation, re-education and even re-location! If you're sick of the dreary outlook that every day brings, come to us and we'll be sure to get you off to a clean start!

We can get you out, get you clean, and get you on your way to a brighter future!

In the following pages we'll detail for you the classes that we offer, and location for future meetings.

*Below that is a listing of the classes and the individuals who will be teaching them.*

Re-education by: Professor Svetlaena Nel Ascent with help from Illisade Shadesong for her Anger Management courses.
Etiquette by: Libelle Sunsworn Dynastus
Re-Location hosted by: Eoduin Stormschild and Illisade Shadesong.
Intensive Massage Therapy by: P.T. Irontoe
Arts and Crafts Therapy by: Kained
Traedral Sunsworn-dej Dynastus the Masterful Cupcake Girl will be providing snacks to cheer up any sad faces.

We must thank our wonderful benefactor, Helling Annonymous, for their help with fliers and expenses who is also providing an instructor for our class. For our special Musical Therapy we're hosting Maestro Autumn Nevittburst.

And Fordragon Imports for their support.

And remember; Grim today, Glad tomorrow!

[Kained]

Welcome welcome To arts and crafts Theraphy with Kained!!!

*Kained looks down at his axe lodged in to a large piece of clay* " Well this good friends is a.... Uh.... Uhm....... ITS A FISH."

" I'll be teaching you the fine creativity there is to the art of combat AND MORE like Macaroni Pictures using THROWING KNIFES TO PIN POINT EACH PIECE."

*Quickly pulling up Clay pot inspecting it and placing it on a table*
" This fine piece was made with alot of hard work and effort now watch me crush it with this large Axe The shattering shards create a quite visual effect, This exercise is used for anger and stress release."

"Come now and enjoy your stay!"

[Libelle]

Libelle's Etiquette Classes

Frowning isn't polite, and stabbing isn't polite. But that doesn't mean you can't learn to be polite!

I'll be hosting classes on how to be a person that is nice and well-mannered. We'll be going over how to talk to new friends, order at inns, and not frown so much, along with everything else you need to know to be a polite person.

Cupcakes will be provided by Miss Traedral and we'll talk about how to eat those nicely too.

[Svetlaena]

The "Grim Today, Glad Tomorrow" Re-Education Program!
Hosted by Professor Svetlaena Nel Ascent

This program is designed to break you free of the indoctrinations inscribed on your cute little brain and let you discover the free-thinking, smarter spirit within you!

Sections covered will be philosophy, which will include group discussions; and Anger Management with help from my lovely assistant, Illisade Shadesong. Depending on the size and scope of classes, this may change to include more subjects!

And remember; Grim today, Glad tomorrow!

[Kained]

"Those better not be my patients your taking away..."

[Vardyag'n]

((This was dictated by pudgy.))

The most fantastic, grand, tasty, great, cuddly, Trae-like, Dret-like, kitty-like, cupcakes!
They're wonderful! Ankles!

[Kyrion]

"Are you afraid of your guild mates? Don't want them to know that you're not into their killing ways? Come to us! We'll help you find a safe house to see your rehabilitation through. We hold to a strict no violence policy within the houses, and ask that all weapons are removed before entering into the relocation program.

We’re here for you! We’re willing to give you a complete makeover, so you can start your life anew!"

[Lysimachus]

"You and Maestro Nevittburst Create Exquisite Music."

"Having traveled extensively during the pre-war era with the Silvermoon Philharmonic, the maestro Autumn Nevittburst (no relation to the famed magister of a similar nomenclature) has taken it upon himself to provide for our program an introductory course in Musical Relaxation.

An array of instruments will be provided by G.T.G.T., and instruction in each will be provided, as necessary, by the Maestro's assistants."

"Autumn" eyed his employer's addition to the small pamphlet carefully, frowning. The Marquess' prompting of him to participate in this event was less than civil, but honestly, when is that man ever reasonable?

The greatest shame, of course, was that he had never played an instrument in his life.

He picked up his ivory-banked violin and set to practicing.

[Selash]

Selash blinked as the paper was shoved into his hand. He brought it to his eyes to read and didn't manage to make it through the first half of the flyer before he burst out into a fit of laughter.

"Why am I not surprised by this garbage?" He says after calming some, "And that Kal'dorei thinks he can wipe his slate clean by being a pacifist for this?" He crumples the paper and tosses it behind him as Taka watches it fall and sniffs it curiously.

"I'm sure Cristok will take this real well..." He says before a second one was shoved in his other hand. He looked at it again, first moving to crumple it but then changing his mind as he neatly folded it with a grin and shoved it behind the spot on his belt for his flask.

[Naowyn]

Now that you know a little about us, we'd like to get to know you! We'll be meeting in the Shimmering Flatts at the racetrack at 3 in the afternoon on April 11th. We'll be checking weapons at the entrance to the racetrack and ask that you leave your violent ways behind you, because when you're with us, you're with friends!

[Vardyag'n]

((selash is hating it so much? But Trae is involved! *sad*))

[Naowyn]

||Eoduin||

The red headed paladin sat in one of the rather uncomfortable chairs in the Cantips and Crows. A few people passed by, but none that caught her eye. People watching was one of her favorite things to do, but sadly they were all in such a rush that she didn't get a chance to really look at anyone.

She sighed softly, and took out a crumpled letter from a hidden pocket in her tabbard. It was penmanship that she knew well. Her sister's hand was small and tense, as if she never really had time to write. She had written to her about so many things that Eoduin felt like she had gone on adventures with Naowyn.

A few times, something had even angered Eoduin so much, that she had taken that anger on herself. One of these would be the Grim. She had seen what they had done first hand, and coupled with what Naowyn had written to her, she had taken it upon herself to do something aobut it.

She just wasn't sure what yet.

She bit her lip and read the letter again, sighing again. She spoke to herself softly as she looked the letter over again, "You were the warrior, Naowyn, not me. I don't know what I can do about this..."

[Selash]

((selash is hating it so much? But Trae is involved! *sad*))

((It's nothing against Trae, he just is an old soldier who thinks that peace efforts between the Alliance and the Horde are pointless. :P))

[Calixo]

Cale read the flier. "..." She stared at it some more.


"...Libelle stabs things all the time, and since when has Nevitt been able to play an instrument?"

She sighed. "Fordragon Imports, huh? If they think we'll be lured into a trap like this... Although..." She pockets it. If Mordria didn't know about this, she'd certainly be the one to tell her.

[Leyujin]

The white-maned Troll chuckles to himself as he begins reading the announcement.

"Well, dis be kinda comin' at da wrong time, ain't it? Predictable, ah suppose, ah jus' figure on committin' ta sumting an' sum peeps come along ta try an' dissuade me... Svetlaena? Sounds elven... ILLISADE?"

Leyu'jin does a double take, then buries his nose in the parchment.

"ILLISADE?!", he roars, ripping the paper in half. "Ah know dat name now, dat Hakkari-cursed purple long ears dat stabbed me wit' dat hooman friend o' is, 'is name was ILLISADE!"

Shaking his head, Leyu'jin sighs and crumples up the paper. "Well whateva. We was in a battleground, ah've dun da same. Wait a mome... Dat blood elf." He narrows his eyes. "Svetlaena, huh. If der be one ting ah donna abide kindly, it be traitahs."

"Ah'll be keepin' an eye on dis."

[Kyrion]

((<3333 trolls so much!!!))

[Visararath]

Visararath glanced at the parchment and scowled deeper than usual. He briefly read over the small piece of paper and glanced back to the goblin that handed it to him. He murmured something to the goblin and smiled handing it a bag of gold and taking the entire stack of fliers. "Well I suppose there will be others...but this one at least....I will not have those alliance scum weakening the horde..he glances back down at the page.

"Svetlaena hmm....perhaps its time to do a little silencing.." There was a twirl of his cloak and he was gone from sight.

[Svetlaena]

((ooooo I feel endangered. <3))

[Qabian]

Qabian tossed a stack of pages into the fire at the temporary location a select few were using to gather.

"If any Grim are stupid enough to take note of this, they are going to get exactly what they deserve, if not from the Alliance, then from me. Pandering to idiots is not useful. We have far more important things to do."

[Hype]

The goblins, opportunist wretches, Hype thought to himself. Then one of the little green bastards shoves a parchment in his face, "here friend!" it said.
"No thank you" Hype replied as he waved his hand.
"I'ts free, cooome on just take it, I get paid when the're all gone".
"Crappers, fine! Now leave me be you vile halfwit!" Hype said glareing at the goblin as he wandered away.
Feeling a little flustered by the altercation Hype returned to the business at hand of searching for the perfect regent to create his spell of fire. Then he noticed the parchment and browsed the writings.
"Hmmm, seems the Grimm has ist's detractors afterall" Hype mumbled to himself
"My Warchief would be very interested in this I think. Maybe it's time to finally visit this racetrack I have heard soo much about"
Hype shuddered suddenly remembering that it was Subatomic who had talked at length about "how great the races were" and anything Sub liked Hype was sure he would not. But duties were duties and his was to the Warchief.
Hype dropped what he was looking at and began making his way toward Shimmering Flatts, a long walk but it would give him time to think.

[Esmi]

Esmi frowned at the flier that Calixo waved in front of her face.

"It sounds like a trap. It is not in my best interest either... They think they can coax us into attacking them, or falling for this..."

She shakes her head and speaks with a battle master to join the carnage in Arathi Basin.

[Irontoe]

A white-bearded dwarf sits on the end of a massage table, holding a warm folded towel in his lap. He had practiced his technique, he had mastered the most exotic elven massages. He truly believed that by molding the Grim members' harsh, unyielding exteriors, he could turn their souls toward peace and sunlight and butterflies. In his heart, he knew that this was his one chance to prove to everyone that he wasn't all about torturing tauren children and shooting elves in the face.

He gazed longingly at the door, willing a Grim to walk through.

A single tear trickled down his cheek.

[Glassclaw]

He would glance at a flier that he managed to pick up while in Undercity. It was thrown to the ground, slightly wrinkled from being stepped on.

" 'Grim Today, Glad Tomorrow!'? The hell...?"

He would read down the flier, and noticed some of the names on there...particularly Irontoe's.

"...Massages, hm? I think I may of picked up a brand new thing to mock him daily on...although I believe him being a dwarf already gives me more than enough material. As for this...rehabilitation thing, I know a better kind of rehabilitation."

He would grab the grip of his mace, a smirk sliding along his face.

"They should of brought me in this...I could see it now. 'Glassclaw; Chiropractor.' Guaranteed to hit all the pressure points to make the pain stop."

[Vardyag'n]

((I meant to come, but I accidentally slept through it. Next week we need to have it later in the day, please.))

[Cristok]

(( Wait....this was an actual event? How'd it go?))

[Irontoe]

(( Wait....this was an actual event? How'd it go?))

((News to me. If you couldn't tell already, I'm not exactly in character for this =P ))

[Libelle]

((It started as a joke but we thought it would be fun to run with it. ...Only me and some Pale Heart fellows showed up.))

[Naowyn]

((I was working, kinda had it sprung on me. We -will- be having another meeting. One where everyone can go to. ^_^ ))

[Vardyag'n]

((Make it later!))

[Mordria]

(( Mordria was going to go, but it looked to much like a trap. >.> ))

[Hype]

Hype entered the Warchief Donntarbh’s tent and found him already engaged with the Runai council members.
The Warchief looked up “Ahh my Brehon! You have returned and after such a long time.”
“In your service Warchief I have traveled far.” Hype replied. It had been sometime since he had left, and it appeared during that time some of the faces around the Warchief’s table had changed but not all for the better Hype thought.
“So with all this time away what have you to report?” asked Donntarbh. “I heard you traveled to the Shimmering flats. Did Sub finally get you to go to those damn races?”
“No Warchief, I was investigating a group that proposed peace with the Alliance.”
“Peace!” bellowed the Warchief “there can be no peace Hype! You know this”
“Agreed Warchief, and as is common in these movements it appears to be a small band of separatists. They also appear to be primarily focused on agitating the Grimm.” Hype looked around the table again relieved that Sub was not there to antagonize him today.

“The Grimm?” The Warchief smiled “well then, sounds like an internal matter for them”
“Yes Warchief” Hype replied “I concluded that as well”
“And what of the other matter?” The Warchief’s tone changing.
Hype thought about the new faces of the Runai and wondered if it was best to discuss such things in front of those he didn’t necessarily trust, even if the Donntarbh did. It wouldn’t be the first time the Warchief had placed his trust someone who did not deserve it and left Hype to clean up the mess when they inevitably turned on him. He had been away too long, much too long.