Nerds of a Feather Learn Together

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Who: Open to everyone!
When: Consistently in the evenings of May 9th-12th
Where: Curti Center Library, a larger conference room.
What: The howling hordes of airship pilot- and engineer-wannabes gather in one poor, poor place. And other nerds could probably study there, too.
Warnings/Notes: Feel free to write your own top-levels like with Makoto's birthday.

Wholly out of the blue, a message pings into your iMog slate, through the Kali Shashidhwaja Linkshell. When you open the notification, a horrible sound plays, and the text message's contents burst onto the screen in an explosion of confetti.

So I might've raided the Curti Center's library for everything on space, airships, piloting, and magitek. I also might have conquered conference room 3A in the library for the next few evenings. Come keep me company!

Please. It's quiet and lonely and I'm scared to leave by myself.
And I have cookies! ლ(❛ω❛ლ)

For whatever reason, you decide to head on over to the Curti Center, and you're met with a large conference room, with piles of books on the table divided by a few trays of cookies, and a few dry-erase boards because chalk is for bohemians. One, clearly at Hunk's corner of the table, has a sketch of an airship with arrows and chicken-scratched notes pointing to seemingly-random areas, as well as a blue-marker doodle of a bizarre creature circled multiple times and surrounded by question marks.

Another board across the room is partially taken up by a chart titled SKILLS! and broken into three columns: PILOT, MECHANIC, SCHOLAR. Hunk's name is written beneath each, but maybe you should write your own- there's a reason you're here, after all! And resting in the marker tray are about seven pamphlets on the Vaikuntha Pilot License Examination.

Oh, and there's a moogle sitting sternly upon the lectern next to the door, munching on a kupo nut as he gestures towards the bowl next to him, with "Donations" scribbled onto a piece of paper taped to the side.

Go wild, but shhhh! You're in a library!

( Potential baby top-level ideas include "asking your study neighbor what in the world something means," bellowing "HELLO YES I AM PILOT," and "I wandered in because free cookies but I don't want to be here and can't leave without causing a scene, help." )

Comments

[modelcivilian]

He blinks and picks up the pamphlet. He hadn't read it himself since he wasn't intending on getting the license, but they do seem like road rules.

"... Huh. Maybe they've had repeated incidents here...?"

After all, not everything could be related to the Dream Width. Still, airships had more room to maneuver...

[littlemhigan]

"Aye well, then maybe don't let fools fly? Least of all not in town. The way these are written, ye'd think the natives lacked any sense at all!"

Castor gives one more withering look at the pamphlet before sighing.

"Bah. S'pose I'll need to learn it all one way or another."

[modelcivilian]

"Now that you put it like that, maybe they made them in mind of some new arrivals not knowing how to dr-er pilot in general..."

Not that he planned on flying, but... he didn't even drive a normal vehicle either.

"Do you have experience with piloting?"

[littlemhigan]

"Just a small little thing," Castor answers perhaps a little glumly, "most of the airships back home either weren't fast or were made for war."

She glances back over at the pamphlet and shrugs again. "May be you're right. Suppose it's as good a reason as any."

Like deliberately being killjoys.

[modelcivilian]

"Oh... that sounds boring." Why wouldn't airship races be a thing? They make perfect sense.

He shrugs, "It's just an idea. Maybe being a pilot is really boring here."

[littlemhigan]

"Aye well, that's the pace of technology...or sommat like that."

Castor shakes her head as though to dispell the thoughts, then refocuses on Adrien.

"Ye new here, then? From the Dream Width?"

[modelcivilian]

"Probably."

Still, having airships, but not being technologically advanced enough for racing them? What? Blinking, he nods to Castor.

"Yeah. Are you also from the Dream Width, or am I pretty obvious?"

[littlemhigan]

"Aye, I'm as new as they come, I suppose. Call it a lucky guess."

Really though, Castor figured a native might have had a less ambiguous answer about the licensing rules but that's neither here nor there.

"Settlin' alright?"

[modelcivilian]

"Haha, that's fair."

He doesn't mind what the reason was. He was still pretty new to everything just like the others.

"Yeah, I'm getting there. I actually looked for employment a while ago." He's proud to be considering a job. "How about you? Has everything been working out so far?"

[littlemhigan]

"About as well as I can hope...I really ought to look into some patronage at some point, hm? I'm more than a little used to not havin' that sort of leash but needs must."

Castor shrugs lightly as she answers.

"Won't be the first time, and I doubt it'll be the last."

[modelcivilian]

"Well, getting a job would just mean a more stable income source. There's always looking at quests."

That might let her maintain the lifestyle she preferred.