Starstruck mingle!

[pocketpal]

Who: Crew of the glorious ship Starstruck
Broadcast: If people want??
Action: On the Starstruck
When: Early April

[ Hopefully no first aid kits necessary this time. ]

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[lord_wizard]

[While Mattias tastes the fare, he tries to decide if the man is mocking him or not. Mattias is often so guileless that's easy to miss it does happen. Every day is a challenge and a mystery]

Gathering funds, mostly. I ended up taking Dorian up on his offer of free lodging while I scraped together coins, though I ended up spending most of it. I've come more or less full circle in that regard.

[He eyed the chaotic pile of notes with a critical but interested expression] Is there any way I can help with this project of yours?

[noctiphile]

Dorian? [It's a passing question. One he dismisses quickly in favor of glancing back at his notes, mouth half-full with sausage.]

Help? [He swallows, chuckling.] I'm flattered. But I'm afraid the main thing I need help with is-[he grunts, twisting back and pulling for an open book. He sets it down in Felix's lap with a broad grin.]-deciphering these languages. Tell me, Felix, are you gifted in tongues?

[lord_wizard]

[He waves a dismissive hand] A friend of a friend. From one of the other ships...

[Well, ok, he didn't really need to eat. Sure. He gives Mattias a blank stare for a moment, then glances down at the text]

Gifted might be a strong word, but I was well trained. [He'll enjoy that slightly bitter private joke as his fingers skim the words] At least in reading. I was always hopeless at actually speaking them. [Unlike his brother, who had picked up Kekropian as easily as breathing] The problem here might be that I don't quite recognize your writing. It looks a bit like Cymellunar and Kekropian in places, but entirely unfamiliar in others.

in which i totally bullshit language

[noctiphile]

Well, that is certainly a problem. [He reaches for the wine, then rethinks it, moving instead to take the book off Felix's lap. Through a masterful finagling of plate and paper, he sets his food back down on the makeshift table and replaces it with the book. Reaching behind him, he grabs a pen from his desk and starts writing.]

Perhaps we can trade. I'll start. This—[He motions to the half sausage still left on his fork.]—in my language, is liminikos. [He writes it down, the script flowing, unencumbered by punctuation. Spinning the book to Felix, he points to the word.] It's made up of three smaller letters. [He divides the word into sections, showing Felix the three letters he means, limi, ni, and kos.] Now this—[he points to the mashed potatoes] is ouilnum capannu. [He repeats the practice, dividing the words into letters. He goes through his entire meal like this, pointing out the different pieces and transcribing the words and letters, as if hoping a couple words would help Felix interpret the entire language.]