Welcome, ladies and gents, to the show that never ends. We haven’t even started the meeting yet and already it's been a busy day. Phase Two of the Great Cubicle Migration is on, with Craig and Chaney relocating into a smaller, darker office (it used to be Justin's) and Bill tossing around cubicle walls (Bill Smash!) until they land in a pattern that is lucky. That is where his desk will go. But he also has to make room for Petur, who comes from the land of the ice and snow (from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow) later this very night.

Petur? Culture. Shock. I'm just saying.

It seems sort of ridiculous, though, that we're moving all this junk around now when before long we'll be moving into the new White Wolf offices.

It's an exciting time, though, to be sure. This week we have, oh, I'm going to go with "a gaggle," of Icelanders coming in to talk about various EVE-related products (of which I should say no more just yet), and the office is going to be just jam-packed with game designers and creative publishing types. Good stuff.

Before we get on to the sort of business you want to hear about, we're spending some time fantasizing about new software solutions to our in-house accounting and information management situations. Also, we've learned that Chaney hates clerics. Please make a note of it.

Moving on, we talk a little bit about writer's schedules, availability and a review of the writerly end of our freelancer operations. Also we talk about Chuck Wendigo and Doug Rampire. This is mostly behind-the-scenes confidential-type stuff, though, so while you wait, take a look at these penguins:



What else we have learned is this: Once new writers are painted with the brush of Bill's genius, the worth of their prose doubles. Please make a note of it.

Inevitably, the conversation turns to the subject of new writers. The truth is, we're now producing more work than we have writers to write it. I mention this, live on the internet, for no reason whatsoever.

For some reason, Immanuel Kant's name keeps popping into my head. I don't know why.

Chaney has put out a call for less cancer and less crazy in the department in '07. Let's hear it people! By applause, who here hates the cancer? Yeah, that's right.

Kant… Kant… Kant. Kant. Kant.

Here we go:

John is already on to redlines for Scion: Demigod. The first book, Scion: Hero, has gone through its first layout pass is being reviewed by folks throughout the department (and the company – we love to put these core books through the ringer).

Bax is handling Exalted drafts, but he's teleconferencing into the meeting today (because when it rains he suffers from extreme ennui) and I can hardly hear him.

Brian's working with art notes (for Oadenol's Codex) and ads this week. (Did I spell Oadenol right? How does one even tell?) A big pow-wow is soon to happen to hammer out the details of Dreams of the First Age, so find out just how crazy we can get with that… product.

I (Will) have sent Free Council to editing at last and am now slowly grinding my guts into paste to get Damnation City out to editing by next Monday. I love this book, but it's just so freaking ginormous it's driving me crazy. Here's hoping I'm still here next week. The Blood is being spilled by three terrific writers (Fawkes, Kobar, Wendig) and I'm trying to find spare time to hone the new mechanics and play environments for Requiem for Rome and it's follow-up book, which I don't think I've mentioned yet… but will soon.

matt's got the full-page art for Damnation City finally contracted (and the artist whose doing those illustrations does some terrifically scary work) and is somehow also turning John's excellent game into a lovely book at the same time. matt's always so busy, I don't know how he does it.

Ethan's post-playtest tweaks on Changeling and its continuing work on its supplements, which leads to a conversation about top hats, bunny slippers and fish-kissing. Don't worry about it. Some people just mistake being obtuse for being witty. Let's move on.

The War Against the Pure looks like it'll have an ad in the back of it that reveals Changeling's full title. (We've elected not to go with Changeling's Zoot-Suit Hawaiian Adventure.) (I had to spell Hawaiian a million times before it looked right.)

Aileen is working with the sketches for Book of Spirits and handling the incoming art for Free Council in concert with Craig del Grant. She's also going about the business of securing a cover for Autumn Nightmares, because we've decided the Changeling books are going to have covers, even though it seems so passé. Speaking of Changeling covers, she's also assembling the real cover for the core book.

Craig van der Grant is about to turn World of Darkness: Urban Legends from a layout file into an honest-to-gosh book. Meanwhile, he's working with Aileen to manage the art for Free Council.

Chaney is scraping years' worth of shit out of his old office as part of his new movie-in with Craig O'Grant. Please make a note of it.

Aaron is investigating some new printing avenues and possibilities so we can play around a little bit with the looks and materials of our upcoming books. Also, he said something about EVE legos, which caused both matt and Craig Fitzgrant to de-age twenty years.

Hey, I forgot to mention: John got a haircut. Now he's a hipster and Bax the last remaining hippy. Take a shower, Bax.

White Wolf President Mike Tinney just poked his head in to let us know that we've run over into Rich's next meeting, so it looks like we're going to wrap up.

Chaney says something about sending smoke signals from his heaping piles of burning crap. Please make a note of it.

And that's why we're gone.