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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[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.]