fandomhigh | Speaking in Tongues [03/21/08], The Library, Friday Afternoon

Andrew had discovered a hastily scrawled note from Karal saying that he wouldn't be able to make it to language club and requesting that Andrew be in charge today.

So that's why Andrew was standing in front of the group, looking slightly perplexed. "Um, so Karal couldn't be here today. I'm sure he had something amazing planned for us to do, but I have no clue what that might have been."

He smiled at everyone. "And, um, well... Seeing as how we should all be able to find some common languages between us now, how about we just play telephone!" That should be fun, right? Besides, he was fairly certain Karal had talked about doing that in language club at some point anyway.

"It's pretty simple. Someone just needs to come up with a message and then they whisper it to the next person in line. Then that person would whisper it to the next, and so on so forth, until it's made it all the way around and we can see how discombobulated it has gotten. But, seeing as how this is a language club, every time you pass on the message, you need to translate it into a new language!" It was a genius activity, really.

"And did you know that a person can be discombobulated but they can't be simply combobulated? It's not a real word. I just thought that was... neat. And now I'll sit down over here. Thanks."

[ooc: ODC ~~coming~~ up!]

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In a language you know but like the least.

Liir Thropp.

He wrote it in the old Ozian alphabet he'd found in one of the Queen's books. The shapes always seemed to creep him out.

Fille estropiée et Edgar

It took some thought because Hoshi loved all languages, but finally she decided on those tricky Russian letters.

На главную среди звезд

Carmela Rodriguez

She didn't actually know Rirhait, but she'd asked Sker'ret how her name would be written in his language, once. And it wasn't so much that she didn't like the language as the writing system, really.

Jean Soigner

Naomi Wildman

Naomi didn't dislike any languages but she wrote her name in Talaxian because that was one of the languages that she had found difficult to learn.

Because socializing is fun!

Liir was around, looking at turns pleased (those turns being when he was looking at Andrew) and irritable.

Since she didn't see herself participating in the game on the pure basis of principle (nor did she imagine that anyone would mind too terribly), Adah resolved to settle herself down, shifting the sling that had previously been used to help carry her fake droid baby spawn on her back, papoose style, like she'd seen in history books with Native American women in them, to settle Edgar into her lap. She was sleeping, and Adah cradled her good arm underneath her neck for support, carefully, trying not to disturb her.

She'd actually been extremely proud of the idea of the carrying sling, and secretly hoped there'd be at least someone to notice her ingenuity and inventiveness but, even if she went unnoticed as she mostly expected to have been, she was confident in the fact that the fake father of her fake droid baby would have at least commented. If he were here.

Hoshi didn't say anything, but she had seen the sling. She thought it was a brilliant idea and wished she'd come up with something like that instead of trying to juggle droid baby and leash when trying to walk the dog this morning.

Because it an awesome game and you know you love it!

When they sign in!

Andrew really hoped people enjoyed the game.

Liir decided to sit by Andrew. Usually, he didn't like to do so since it would distract, but he was quite sure it would be wisest to stay by him today for a multitude of reasons.

Andrew reached over and to take Liir's hand.

"You all right?" he asked.

It was much easier than handling the perpetual headache and the remaining irritation.

Andrew sighed. "I think I might be sick," he said softly, finally admitting it. He hadn't really eaten much these past few days, and he was starting to feel perpetually light-headed.

"I hope I haven't passed it on to you."

He shook his head.

"I'm fine."

His headache was something else entirely.

"But after this, I'm taking you back to the room and making you some soup. Good, plain soup, mostly broth even. And I'm going to watch you eat it."

He didn't even think of the clinic. He'd never been there, after all.

Andrew nodded. "Okay," he said, even though his stomach was already flipping at the thought of eating anything. Water seemed to be about all he could handle, and that just in small sips.

He glanced down at the baby droid playing happily next to his chair. "Droid babies don't need to eat." He sounded a bit jealous.

"But you do," he said with a firm look.

"We'll take it slow," he continued, his voice softer, more soothing. "But you have to have something, Andrew."

He nodded again. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling guilty about the whole thing.

"I was really hoping it would just go away."

He put his fingers beneath Andrew's chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. The green green green was insistent.

"No apologies," he said.

He smiled.

"We'll handle it together. You'll have plenty of opportunity to rest over the weekend."

When he signs in!

Of course the librarian was there.

It was the library, after all.

Woot.

Speaking in Tongues [03/21/08], The Library, Friday Afternoon

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