Speaking in Tongues [8.02] (4-5pm) [The Library]

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal had set up some of the library tables into a horseshoe shape, and was sitting near the middle with Andrew and Inara when/if they're there!. "Hello," he greeted everyone once they'd arrived. "Welcome. I'm Karal, and this is Andrew and Inara. I thought that perhaps we could simply introduce ourselves today, and talk about what languages we know and if we want to teach any of them to the others. You can do so either by speaking or by writing a note to pass around the class."

He gave Adah if she was there, la a quick smile. "This would also be a good time to decide which languages you might be interested in learning. I made a primer of Karsite and Valdemaran, just some simple words and phrases moddable within reason and noted how to pronounce them, because there's no books here in those languages."

He passed out the hand-written, photocopied sheets (five of them, covered in neat, precise handwriting, split into three columns), then smiled. "While I was checking-in books today, I realised that one thing all languages have in common is truly terrible poetry. I've written out a ballad from Valdemar - it's fairly old, but it's still sung often enough to make right-thinking people unhappy - and translated it into English and Karsite. I feel as if I should apologise, though, because it is absolute doggerel."

He passed that out as well. "I have a challenge for next week, and that's to find the the very worst poem you can, and bring it along to translate. We might be able to find a prize for the most painful."

[ooc:

plz to wait for OCD

OCD IS UP!. ETA: Handwavy knowledge of other languages is AWESOME. I speak none, and most fictional languages aren't written out, so handwavy can be our motto.

ETA2: My Lady's Eyes - the song, in all it's terrible glory.]

Comments

Re: Talk to Bob

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Even if she had bothered trying (which, of course, she did not), Adah could not resist giving her favorite librarian a small smile and a lift of her hand in a stationary wave. She was feeling quite certain that he was would be feeling quite glad to be able to see her even more during the regularly scheduled week. Quite.

Re: Talk to Bob

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

He smiled just as large as her, nodding in greeting.

"Miss Price. No pastries, I see."

Re: Talk to Bob

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

With a ne'er-do-well tilt of her head, Adah shrugged and maintained her grin. No pastries, what can she say? No, the ones involved today stayed blissfully outside the library walls and were not even thrown in indignant anger, either. The crisis and extensive threat of pastries, it seemed, seems to have been averted.

Re: Talk to Bob

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

Nodding again, this time in understanding, the librarian continued to grin. Though, perhaps, it grew just a hair larger. "Good."