Nolan Ramsey
AgriClub Meeting
Thu Apr 11, 2019 19:17

The line of succession for Agriculture Club hadn’t been clear. Its founder Myfanwy Owen’s graduation last year, and the departure of their staff sponsor Professor Bennett, left the group without a leader, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of organization that had a president, vice president, CFO, marketing manager, and secretary. In fact the club probably didn’t have enough regular members to fill out such a board. Nolan reckoned he was as good an heir apparent as anyone else. The only other real candidates were Leo, who had only joined the club because he fancied Myffi, so far as Nolan could tell, and Marley, who was taking near every class RMI offered and doing a bunch of other extracurriculars.

And no offence to either of them: Nolan actually knew his way around a garden. Not that they didn’t do their best, but Nolan knew about growing seasons and how to rig up a trellis and figure out why a plant wasn’t thriving. Unless there was a new student who’d grown up on a real farm or in some kind of hippy-dippy commune, Nolan was the most qualified to take over AgriClub. And after the first month back at school, no one else had, so he did.

His signs weren’t as distinct as Myffi’s, which had always been printed on textured recycled paper in pale vegetable-based ink. Nolan didn’t have either of those and couldn’t much be bothered to track them down on Pearl Street (although he had picked up a few packets of seeds), so he’d just used normal ink and parchment. Camilla Reynolds had offered to draw some plants when she found Nolan working on the poster in the Aquila Common Room. So now there was a little doodle of smiling sunflowers, strawberries, and lettuce heads in the middle of the flyer. Nolan had animated them with a charm to make them wiggle on the page, but after he hung up the first flyer outside the Diner he thought it looked dumb so he took the spell off.

He showed up at the AgriClub allotment an hour early. It looked like someone—probably the house elves, they were good at that kind of thing—had been taking care of it over the summer. Nothing new had been planted, but the garden wasn’t overgrown and the runner beans and zucchini were in full force. Nolan didn’t see the remains of vegetables that had rotted on the vine, so maybe the house elves had harvested too. Well, they were welcome to it. Nolan decided not to clean up too much on his own: hopefully some other people would show up to help.

And hey, a few were milling around by the start time he’d set. Part of Nolan had expected no one to come (or maybe just Marley), so it was nice to not be standing in a field alone like an idiot. “Hey, uh, welcome to AgriClub,” Nolan said to the group, realizing he hadn’t planned anything. Public speaking made his face heat up. He wasn’t as good at this as Myffi. “So there’s some vegetables from the summer we can pick. Oh, uh, right, the purpose of AgriClub is to grow food,” Myffi had used a lot more words than that but Nolan didn’t remember quite exactly what they were, “sustainably,” there, he remembered that one, “so we know where some of our food comes from and stuff.” He didn’t remember quite what was important about that but Myffi had made some pretty strong arguments.

“So once we pick everything that’s there and clean up the beds, we can plant some new things. Most of the ones you see now are perennials, so they’ll keep on growing year after year, but we gotta replant the onions and spinach from last year, and I got stuff to plant carrots and blueberries and a couple other new things.” He gestured to the wheelbarrow of seed packets, trowels, gloves, and other gardening equipment. Nolan didn’t want to be supervising everyone all year long so he figured it was time to turn them loose. “So there you go, get to it, ask someone if you have a question. Oh and uh, if you wanna grow something out of season, come talk to me about it and we can figure out climate charms and stuff.”

[OOC: This works just about the same as a class. If you want to talk to Nolan, tag him. If you have any OOC questions, find me in chatzy or post on the OOC board.]

    • This is lame - Georgina Philpott , Sun Apr 14 12:11
      Gigi didn’t have any intention of joining any school clubs - she was that sort of girl, the sort who stuck her hand and nose in the air, answering questions, sucking up to teachers and trying to fill ... more
      • At least it's kind of relaxing. - Deagret Wyckland, Tue Apr 16 15:28
        Deagret hadn't even had time to change--right after she and Jake had finished talking, she remembered she had wanted to try AgriClub. She had barely enough time to run up to her dorm, put her paints... more
        • There is also food involved - Georgina, Wed Apr 17 08:10
          Deagret was one of the new firsties. She introduced herself, even though Gigi made it her business to put names to faces of all the newbies within the first couple of weeks of term. How could she... more
          • Food? Aw, heck yeah! - Deagret, Tue Apr 23 17:23
            Deagret held back her wince--she admittedly had never seen Gigi before, not even in class, and honestly, it made her feel more than a little bit guilty. To be fair though, Deagret was very much an... more
            • It’s not very appetising - Gigi, Thu Apr 25 05:07
              Point to Gigi for deducing Deagret was not a glove wearing gal when it came to gardening. In fact she just sort of delved into the veggie patch, getting herself unnecessarily grubby. Gigi was no... more
              • Well, that's a let down. - Deagret, Mon Apr 29 19:19
                Deagret was prone to causing chaos wherever she went--whether it was digging in dirt, or painting, or old sticky notes that fell from her books and onto the floors of the castle in numbers at a time. ... more
                • Let's re-inflate it - Gigi, Thu May 2 14:16
                  Yeah Gigi didn’t really get painting. In fact she didn’t really get anything that required putting in a lot of effort. Deagret being without her particular paints and brushes that she needed sound... more
                  • Can--can we do that? Is that legal? - Deagret, Thu May 16 20:29
                    "I'm from Massachusetts. Great in the summertime. But winter comes fast, and the snow even faster so growing stuff can be a little precarious. Last year, we got a foot of snow before Halloween," she... more
                    • Who said I cared about legal? - Gigi, Sun May 19 15:50
                      “I'm from Massachusetts,” Deagret said, and Gigi inwardly swore. Okay she knew where Colorado was, because, hi, living there. There was a Washington city one side and a Washington state the other.... more
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