fandomhigh | Yearbook meeting

Rory perches on the edge of a table in the cafeteria, and faces the people assembled there.

"Hey everyone. Thanks for coming. Now, we're going to conduct this meeting in an organized way, since there are so many of you.

First off, just so you know, meetings will be held at this time every Monday. If you have a scheduling conflict, please let me know.

I know quite a few of you have expressed interest in doing various things, but there are so many new people that I'm going to start a new staff list. So do me a favor and introduce yourself if we haven't met, and let me know what you're interested in doing.

To my photographers: I'd like to see a sample of your work, just for the sake of knowing what sort of features you'd be best at covering. [ooc: Just find a photo online or something. I don't care what it is - just PLEASE keep it clean!]

To my writers: I need you to know how to write thoughtful and classy captions. So, please write a statement about someone you see at this meeting as if you were briefly describing them to a stranger, so that I have a sample of your writing.

Those who are interested in layout exclusively: I need you to be people who are insanely organized. Please tell me the organizational system you use in your room, home, car, or whatever.

To those interested in becoming editors: Two editors of photography, two editors of captions, and two for layout. My layout editors especially need to be people who pay great attention to detail - you should be able to catch anything that the other four have missed. However, all of these positions are crucial, and require people who are willing to make a commitment. So, if you would, please fill out the following application:

Name:

Photography/Writing/Layout (circle one):

Previous Experience:

What I can bring to this editorial position:

Why you should be picked (cannot be the same as above):

Remember: everyone is welcome to participate in the yearbook, and if you don't know what you might be good at, I can help you find something. And, of course, feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

Rory concludes her speech, and smiles.

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Name:

Photography/Writing/Layout (circle one):

Previous Experience:

What I can bring to this editorial position:

Why you should be picked (cannot be the same as above):

[[ooc: Don't go mistaking Max's confident for competency. :-) He's clueless. Although he did work on the Rushmore Yankee! That part was true, at least.]]

Rory considers the application. Sales are handled through the school, and publishing was really a team effort.

"Well," she says, addressing Max, "I think I could use you as a layout editor, since you seem to be quite...meticulous. Would it be all right if I consider you for that position?"

Max takes his paper back and scrutinizes it, looking for whatever might have tipped Rory off that he was meticulous. Eventually deciding that it's his appearance, he smiles broadly and nods, "Yes, Ms. Gilmore. I'd be happy to be a layout editor. Unlike some people, I'm not opposed to climbing the corporate ladder."

[[ooc: sorry about the double comment. my browser flipped out.]]

"Well, I'm sure I'll have other applicants, remember," Rory says with a smile. "So, the position isn't yours for sure. But I'll give the decision my utmost attention, okay?"

Max blinks slowly and pushes the bridge of his glasses back up to the top of his nose.

"I see..." He says, cautiously. "So, then, you wouldn't mind me potentially declining this huge honor, if you deign to award it to me? Because I have a lot of fish to fry, and only a year in which to do it. And I'm starting to think that maybe I should have chosen an extra-curricular activity that helps me score chicks. Which, it sounds like you can't promise me. Is that TRUE, Ms. Gilmore?"

"Well...I...." Rory's at a loss. "If you decide not to join us, there's nothing I can do to stop you, Max. And as for...um...meeting girls, well...there are quite a few eligible ladies here tonight, and some more who I know are coming. But if that's all your here for, that makes me sad, because it sounds like a waste of talent."

Max flutters his eyelashes and sighs, "Fine. I'll wait to hear your decision. ...Perhaps while I wait, I'll work on my forthcoming screenplay. It's been optioned by American Zoetrope. You've heard of Sophia Coppola, right? Yeah. Well, Soph and I go waaaaay back. She'd be the first to tell you I do NOTHING *just* in order to meet honeys. I just thought it would be a perk, is all."

He nods sagely and bites his lip, wishing there was a portable stereo around so he could put on his slow jamz tape.

"Besides, girls seem to find me intimidating. I was hoping that working on the yearbook staff would break the ice a little."

Rory takes pity on him, and lays a hand on his shoulder. "Aw, Max...I think that if you jus tried to be a girl's friend, you wouldn't be so intimidating. You're very polite and sweet, and a catch for anyone." She smiles kindly at him.

"And...wow. Sophia Coppola. How exciting...um, what's the screenplay about?"

Max gets ready to lay his "I'm a drifter, baby; I don't make friends" speech on Rory, but then is distracted by her question. He glances slyly at the hand on his shoulder and winks, answering, "I'd love to tell you, but I've signed a release, so I can't. Frank insisted on it... some kind of legal crapola left over from that Black Stallion fiasco."

The truth is: there is a screenplay. It's about American child labor laws and the groundbreaking lawsuit that busted the whole thing wide fuckin' open. It's sort of a mix of The Talented Mister Ripley and Erin Brockovitch, with a smattering of White Heat to spice it up.

Max would have broken his contract to tell her, but some Chatchi interrupts their conversation by handing Rory a piece of paper and then walking off, mysteriously.

"Some people..." Max mutters and burns holes into the back of Mr. Broody Mysterious's head.

Rory immediately regrets putting her hand on his shoulder, as Max winks at her.

Oh no...not another one.

As Max launches into a speech about his "screenplay," a guy walks up and hands Rory a piece of paper. She reads it, and tries hard not to laugh, and looks around for the kid.

Spotting him making a retreat to the back of the room, she turns to Max, who is muttering and glaring at the guy. "Sorry," she says, "but I have to deal with this...you know..."

(OOC: With his totally human eyes, I should mention. Them holes be figurative. Posted too quick. Whoops.)

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