Also known as the Obi-Wan meme, though hopefully with less premature death.

[followedbylemmings]

The Mentorship Meme
I was going to have a picture here but they were all kind of...generic. You know, the older, presumably wiser figure with the naive young student.

According to wikipedia, a mentorship is...

Mentorship is a personal developmental relationship in which a more experienced or more knowledgeable person helps to guide a less experienced or less knowledgeable person. However, true mentoring is more than just answering occasional questions or providing ad hoc help. It is about an ongoing relationship of learning, dialog, and challenge.

The person in receipt of mentorship may be referred to as a protégé (male), a protégée (female), an apprentice or, in recent years, a mentee.

And knowledge is power.

• Make a comment. Your character is now a mentor. Have fun.


• In your top level comment post a few things your character would be...theoretically...or not...qualified to mentor in. Let's say...three? Three's a good number. Your mileage may vary so if you want to just post one? Go for it, bro, the world is your oyster, go seek your pearl.
  
  But here's my thought. You could have one intangible personal quality such as leadership, bravery, hard work, or debauchery. You could have one practical skill your character actually knows, a specialty that they've spent time working on. And you could have one completely random ass thing that they don't really know that much about but somehow ended up mentoring in because the original mentor got drunk or something.


• Mentees! Find a mentor! Queue up and request valuable life lessons...maybe? Ask for one, for two, or maybe all three. Start at whatever stage of this mentorship you want. If you have a setting in mind, go for that setting. If you don't, you're meeting in the closest equivalent to Starbucks you have in whatever world your characters come from.


• And live long and prosper.

Comments

[boomsticking]

[You knew he was a pain in the ass when you said 'yes', Mia! And after his good hand instinctively shoots up to brace her back against his belly, Ash eyes the target.]

Huh. Not bad. Y'hit it this time.

[detoxes]

I did?

[She perks up considerably.

Yeah, she totally shut her eyes when she fired the gun. But he doesn't have to know that. It'll just give him another thing to reprimand her about.

Never mind the fact that he's holding her pretty close...]

[boomsticking]

Yeah.

...You didn't bullseye it like I woulda, but you did good.

[And he doesn't let go of her, even though he should heads over to examine the target before letting her shoot again.]

[detoxes]

[Snort.] Let me practice some more and I'll hit it every time.

[She glances over at him, giving him the same sort of smug look she's accustomed to receiving from him.]

How many rounds do I get with this? Because I'm shit at reloading. But you know that. [Playful elbow jab.] You need to help me with that too.

[Yeah no. She's fine with him being that close, his hand on her side. Even though it makes her want to cozy up to him instead of focus on the lesson at hand instead.]

[boomsticking]

Think you can hold 'er true?

[There's no way you can out-smug him, Mia. Look at that face!]

Used to be a duel barrel, but I upgraded it to a twelve-shooter. Call 'er the dirty dozen.

[Nudge back!]

[detoxes]

I can try.

[Mia snorts again, flipping her hair out of her face with a slight flick of her head. She raises the gun, prepping herself to fire again. It's tough to keep it balanced.]

A twelve-shooter? Huh. That'll be pretty handy. [No pun intended?] Check you out, Mister Fancy Pants.

[Give her a moment. And then - she pulls the trigger. Hopefully this one hits closer to the center of the target.]

[boomsticking]

[He rolls his eyes.]

There's no trying, baby, only doing.

[And yeah, he's still more than a little smug.]

Was trying to get twenty-four rounds in there but I could never quite manage it.

[This time she plants it far north, almost off-canvas. Huh.]

[detoxes]

You'll figure it out.

[She squints at the target, then sighs.]

Missed. Yeah okay - I suck at this.

[boomsticking]

Sucking's not an option.

[He lowers his head to her shoulder.]

Try again.

[detoxes]

[Mia grumbles a bit, but she listens to him. She focuses all her attention on the damn target, her eyes narrowing.

She waits a few moments.

And waits some more.

Then she pulls the trigger, slightly gritting her teeth.]

[boomsticking]

[Well, waddya know? That one hit dead center.]

Good.

[She gets a squeeze for it.]

[detoxes]

[A grin slowly creeps across her face.]

I did it?

[She looks up at the target, then up at him, then back. He gives her a squeeze and she leans into him.]

I did it. Huh. That wasn't too bad.

[boomsticking]

Yep. Sank it. Told you you could do it.

[He'll just kind of rock her against him now. This is nice.]

[detoxes]

Watch me do it again.

[Someone's giddy. She laughs a bit, wriggling in his hold until she situates herself to take another shot.

She goes through the motions, raising the gun up, focusing, and then firing.

And - she does it again.]

Boom!

[boomsticking]

[Fond eyeroll.]

Don't get cocky.

[detoxes]

That's your job right? [Smirk.]

[boomsticking]

Always.

[See icon.]