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Gym: After Classes

Katara couldn't explain how she'd gotten roped into setting this Club Fair thing up. But she had and so she was going to do it awesomely, darnit.

Which was why she was scurrying around the gym like a crazy person, trying to put everything in order for the club fair.

[OOC: I suck a ton and totally forgot until the amazing

vkandis_son reminded me so many many thanks to her. ~~OCD is coming up and if you ping in before that, I will steal Hades' preogative and mock the crap out of you~~. OCD is up! Thank you for waiting!]

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Karal was there, a little bit nervous and a little bit excited, but very happy to talk to anyone who might want to ask questions about the club.

[ooc: I, however, will be rather slow as work go boom today]

...he was honestly surprised to see Karal of all people at the table.

"You run the language club?"

"Liir, hello!" Karal smiled at him. "This is my first time," he explained. "I just thought that people might like to learn other languages. Andrew and Inara are helping, too."

"Oh," he said. Then he quirked his lips.

"Do you have to know another language to join?"

"Glory, not at all!" he assured him. "It's mostly for learning. I know several I'd like to teach, as do Inara and Andrew. If you do know one, you can share it, but it's not necessary."

He shook his head.

"I know a few words in Quadling, mostly because she would mutter, but that's all. Nothing important."

"All language is important," he said firmly, then smiled encouragingly at Liir. "You'd be more than welcome to join us."

"If you aren't getting too terribly sick of me."

And oddly enough, there was a bit of sarcasm to his tone. He was joking.

"Oh, terribly," he laughed, shaking his head at Liir. "Of course I'm not. And since you teased me, you have to join."

"All right. If you insist. I'll learn things."

He smiled in reply.

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"Good." He crossed his arms and attempted to look stern, but it failed miserably. "I'm your big sibling, so you're supposed to listen to me, anyway."

"Really?"

And for once, the wide-green-eyed naivety was mostly in jest.

Karal made a face at him and laughed. It was good to see Liir so much at ease.

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After a great deal of thought, consideration, argument with herself, and consideration of who was running the booth, Adah had decided that she might waste a small bit of paper in her notebook. She scribbled something down and held it close to her as she limped over from the table where she'd been watching the whole fair, as if trying to keep the message secret until she was ready to set it on the table in front of Karal.

"What are the odds," she had written, and looked toward Karal expectantly for both understanding and an answer, "that the 'speaking' part might be taken figuratively?"

Karal looked up, a little surprised, then down to read her note. When he'd done so, he smiled warmly. "The odds are very good," he said. "Written words are as important as spoken ones. You'd be welcome to join if you liked."

Adah gave a wry smile back; she'd compliment him on his powers of persuasion, but, well, she'd make it pretty easy for him. She retracted the notebook, finding no problem ~~omg~~ with the timing or anything of the sort, tucking it carefully against herself to free her hand so that she could neatly add her name to the list.

Already in its own language.

Karal was beaming at her. "I'm very glad you're joining. I think you'll like Karsite, especially. The letters are smooth," he quickly sketched a series of curly figures (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottoman_Turkish_language) on the edge of the page, " and they're very pleasant to write. You see? That's Adah."

[heee - it happens, it happens.]

Adah's wry smile now worked its way into her eyebrow, arching as she lowered her head slightly to deliver a dry, sardonic sort of look on Karal before her eyes dropped, slightly to the page to glance over the writing again. She wasn't exactly used to the words 'smooth' and 'Adah' going together in the same sentence without a negative somewhere in there as well, in any language. She also found it interesting that he would think that the smoothness was why she'd like them. Optimist. Tsimitpo. Just for that, she decided very specifically (as she was pretty sure she would have done anyway) to hate it just for the smoothness. She shook her head, and looked back at Karal again with her pessimism, her anti-optimism, her msicinyc mildly dancing in her glance.

Karal just quirked an eyebrow at her, quite sure he was reading her right. Years of training in reading people, and he didn't think he'd even need it for Adah, not right now, anyway. "We'll see," he said, sitting back with a small smile. "It even has it's own shortened version."

Adah feigned a very expressively exaggerate look of awe, quite thoroughly impressed. Oh, did it now? What? For the lazy people? She let out a soft breath of a laugh, to accompany another rueful shake of her head. It will be interesting, this language thing. She'll have to teach the deliciously contextual Kilanga, if they allowed her, but she'd be quite satisfied with what others were going to share, so she could pretend she knew where Leah was, and that she was writing to her, and making her guess, and she'll make stupid guess, like she did when she'd write literature or poetry down and she always thought they were from the Bible. Guessed the books and verse numbers and everything....

Karal laughed softly and went a bit pink around the ears, though he wasn't sure why. "Well, I like the short version. Hieratic script, it's called. When you're taking notes, it lets you can catch everything. You can capture an idea, a phrase, a whole thought in one small figure."

Adah gave a slight nod. "Like shorthand," she said, albeit quietly, and, after being uncertain if Karal would know what she meant, she hastily added, "Secretaries use it. And people who take minutes in court..."

And she'd probably have to learn it in school, despite the fact that she wouldn't ever use it. However, she had ovaries, and therefor, would be expected to not bother with that whole medical school business and make herself more marketable.

"Exactly! I used to take notes for my Master in it and, really, most of my notes for class are in Hieratic script." The look he turned on her was a bit uncertain. "I'd not planned on including it in the club, but I'd be happy to teach you, if you wanted to learn it. It's very useful."

Smirking crookedly, Adah gave her head a light shake, her eyes closing genially and her hand lifting, slightly, careful not to loosen the vice her arm had on her note book, to gesture that it would really be quite unnecessary. She was determined that the only shorthand type of writing she would be doing involved the abbreviations for the elements in molecular equations.

"All right," he said with a smile, leaning his head on his hand. "The offer is there if you change your mind." Though he had little doubt that she wouldn't; it struck him that once she'd made up her mind, it stayed that way.

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