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g e n e r a l r u l e s

1. Thou shalt not be late.
2. Thou shalt make every effort to meet all guests.
3. Thou shalt move to the mess when thee hears the chimes and remain standing until seated by the Lord of the Mess.
4. Thou shalt not bring drinks or lighted smoking materials to the mess.
5. Thou shalt not leave the mess whilst convened. Military protocol overrides all calls of nature.
6. Thou shalt participate in all toasts unless thyself or thy group is being honored with a toast.
7. Thou shalt ensure that thy cup is always charged while toasting.
8. Thou shalt keep toasts and comments within the limits of good taste and mutual respect. However, good natured needling is encouraged.
9. Thou shalt not murder the illustrious Panymese language.
10. Thou shalt not talk shop.
11. Thou shalt always use proper toasting procedure.
12. Thou shalt also be painfully regarded if thy NECK BROOCH rides at an obvious list.
13. Thou shalt consume thy meal in a manner becoming gentlemen.
14. Thou shalt not laugh at ridiculously funny comments unless the Lord of the Mess first shows approval by laughing.
15. Thou shalt not overindulge thyself in alcoholic beverages.
16. Thou shalt not question the decisions of the Lord of the Mess.
17. When the mess opens or adjourns, thou shalt rise and wait for the members at the head table to take their places or depart.
18. Thou shalt not begin eating a course of the meal before members of the head table.
19. Thou shalt not talk whilst another member has the floor.
20. Thou shalt not wear an ill-fitted or discolored mess jacket.
21. Thou shalt not haggle over date of rank.
22. Thou shalt not discuss religion, politics or the fairer sex.
23. Thou shalt not deliver loud and obtrusive remarks in ANY language.
24. Thou shalt not lose military bearing to include rising to applaud particularly witty, sarcastic or relevant toasts. (Unless the Lord of the Mess does so).
25. Thou shalt not place a bet or wager or mentioning a specific sum of money.
26. Thou shalt not be party to bickering among different units, organizations or fleets.
27. Thou shalt not impugn the reputation, competence or intelligence of staff or headquarters.
28. Thou shalt not wear an inverted cummerbund.
29. Thou shalt enjoy thyself to the fullest.

[ooc rules]
01. Have fun with this, it's supposed to be quick and happy.
02. The point of a dining in ceremony is to TRY AND GET AWAY WITH AS MANY BROKEN RULES AS POSSIBLE. It's a giant drinking game. Don't godmode and never make an infraction.
03. Naval personnel [Human type] may only be created and played if a) you are a current PD owner b) Non-owner with an approved character for roleplay.
04. Stunteds can be played by anyone! [OWNERS AND NON OWNERS] They can help with point of orders too~
05. PLAY AS MANY NAVAL MEN AS YOU WANT just justify between the ya characters using the format as posted below.
06. All infractions will count as 'raffle tickets' for doodles by me of whatever ya want. Ya digg?
08. There's no posting order so hop on in there.
10. I'll be acting as the GM-- basically I'll let you know just how ucked fup your chara is after so many drankss.










THIS MAY SEEM DAUNTING BUT JUST HOP IN WITH THE FORM AND IT WILL WORK OUT NO WORRIES. It's like a card game, easier if you play to learn.

Seaman Name: Julian Teribault
Age/Height/Weight: 37/6'0"/168lbs
Rank: Captain

Julian fiddled with the brooch of his mess uniform, scrunching his eyes a bit as he regarded the men surrounding him in the courtyard. Such occasions were tedious to set up, especially given that they are held at the most senior officer's estate. His mother hadn't been entirely pleased but they dealt with the affairs, gotten the feast laid out and prepared for an evening of festivities.

Seaman Name: Magnus
Age/Height/Weight: 3 years/11"/2lbs
Rank: Book of Hours Plague

Magnus stood outside of the great hall, a bell to her left and the smoking lamp to her right. The Lord of the Mess was still not in sight but surely the event was to begin soon. She gazed to the sky beyond the cobbled roof and polished windows and glanced back down at the populating hall of humans and stunteds.

She merely nodded her head to Voclain as he passed and entered the mess, the door slightly ajar and the tables long since set. She peered over and saw the Lord's son, shifting his weight in the courtyard, greeting his men as they arrived.


Seaman Name: Alexi Baldwin
Age/Height/Weight: 19 /5'9"/145lbs
Rank: Midshipman

Alexi could barely curb his excitement. This was his first event since his enlistment and route to commissioned rank. He vibrated with energy, looking with rapt curiosity at the estate, the hall. He had to see the mess and he passed the written posting on the door- the one holding all the rules of them mess, creeping by Magnus on the table and entering through the far door, hidden by shadow where lamplight did not meet him.

He bit his lip to keep from speaking, grin plastering on his face and looked towards the grog- ingredients set beside it. Was that a fish? He shuddered. Suddenly a scurrying movement to his left caught his eye and he spun to face a nearby long table, whispering, " who's there?"