Speaking in Tongues [7.03]

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal smiled at everyone, hoping no one noticed the bunny prints on the library floor.

"I'm not sure if this will work, but I made lots of little paper squares," Karal put a box on the table, and some large squares of cardboard, with grids marked on them, "with the letters of the languages we've been learning. I thought we could get into pairs, or groups, and play a multi-language version of the game of scrabble."


[ooc:

please wait for OCD.

Have at it! Sorry this is late, I was distracted by coffee woes.]

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

As you do.

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[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Ecirp Nelle Hada

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[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi Sato

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[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

Inara Serra

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir Thropp

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana Lang

Play scrabble

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Group up or pair up or go solo to make words.

Or talk, or whatnot.

Re: Play scrabble

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

A board game that required nothing but language and numbers and little to no talking, barring the argument over suspect plays. Adah could definitely approve of this, as she pulled one of the boards her way and wondered if she could get away with just playing against herself, or, at the very least, the invisible specter of her sister, because that would mean that Adah was almost guaranteed to win.

Re: Play scrabble

[withoutverona]

Romeo was not one for playing by himself; surveying his options, he selected Adah's board. If nothing else, they could argue over his vocabulary again.

"Would you like a game?" he asked, crouching over the board but not yet taking a seat.

Re: Play scrabble

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah took a moment longer with the still blank board set out before her before looking up toward Romeo with a thoughtful sort of consideration in her wide eyes and the natural tilting of her head to one side. She looked down again, a bit forlornly, at the invisible, still-imagined game she was going to play to beat her absent twin as always, and then up toward the boy again.

She shrugged a shoulder, glancing down, and taking exceptional care in straightening the carefully hidden row of letters that she had chosen. She considered them for a moment, considered picking out the letters that she knew she had to spell out the French for yes, to both answer the question and start the game, but, really, that would be unwise, as those were vowels better used for other things, so she just let the slight shifting in her chair, as if making room in her little bubble of space for him, as a consent.

Re: Play scrabble

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

...Liir has no idea what he's supposed to do with any of this. Andrew, from his pocket place, looks as if he really wishes he could explain.

Re: Play scrabble

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

"How was your spring break?" asked Hoshi as she sat nearby with her squares and grid. She started sorting her squares between Roman and Cyrillic alphabets.

Re: Play scrabble

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I went to the O.Z., which is my very own country in the future, met someone I never thought I'd meet again, and was given quite a few books."

And there he'd covered all the parts that he'd want to share with someone he didn't really know all that well. The bit about the Mice practically considering Elphaba an ikon was... not something he would go into. Nor was his magic unless he was asked.

"You?"

Re: Play scrabble

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana was looking fairly distracted and miserable and much as if she thought coming was a bad idea and might quietly slip away if any opportunity presented itself.

Re: Play scrabble

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela looks through the sets of letters thoughtfully before grabbing a Vulcan one and setting it up.

Talk to the convenors

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Well, to two of them.

The other's a bunny at the moment. The cute fluffy kind, not the dusty kind.

Re: Talk to the convenors

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal was just so happy not to be a horse any more.

He kept holding out his hands and wiggling his fingers. Oh, how I missed you.

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[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

"You're back!" Inara was extremely relieved by that, and she couldn't help trying to hug Karal to express it. "Did you have fun?"

Re: Talk to the convenors

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal laughed and happily hugged her. "I am! It was, well, it was interesting. I am so glad to be myself again, though."

Talk to the Librarian

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Once he's here, that is.

Otherwise you'd just be talking to empty air, which would be silly.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

Well. At least he wasn't any sort of equine or glowy ball. That would be mildly less annoying than empty air.

The Librarian was there and reading a book.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Seeing the Librarian's attention was focused on a book, Adah couldn't complain too much that just glancing over was unlikely to catch his attention. One couldn't exactly be sore about being less interesting than a book. She could, however, make an attempt to subtly crane her neck over and try to peek at cover or spine to see what exactly it was he was reading.

'Attempt' was the operative word here; most people could manage subtle. Most people didn't, however, have half a paralyzed nervous system, and so Adah's craning left her having to pull back with a sharp pull in her neck that was none too pleasant, that got stuck there and made her hiss a bit at the pain as her good hand tried to ease it out so she could move again.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[nottheoperative.livejournal.com]

"Miss Price." It was always interesting, at least, when she was being herself. "Can I help you?" He asked, closing the book.

OOC

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Mod mod mod your boards
And your letters too
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Unless you're feeling blue

Re: OOC

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you mean by "coffee woes," but, I must say that it sound ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING.