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melodiesofeternity2018-05-07 03:08 pm
chefbayardee) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-05-07 03:08 pm
Nerds of a Feather Learn Together
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." )
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." )
A
"How long have you been at this?"
Says the teen reading over Adrien's shoulder, of course.
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Looking back to see the other boy, Adrien blinked. He'd been reading for so long that he'd almost forgotten to even involuntarily to do that. Looking at his book to his iMog slate where his notes were written down.
"Ah... Maybe two hours now? The Sen Devadatta Empire is next." Looking back to his book and then to the stack, he glanced at his notes and then turned his head back up. "Did you want to see any of the books? Or look at my notes?"
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Not that Lelouch had any room to talk. He'd be up for more than two hours digging around on the Internet and personal knowledge when it came to the planning stages for the Black Knights. It was almost admirable to see others so dedicated. However, Lelouch glanced to the book and then to the notes.
"May I look at the notes? I'd like to compare them with my own."
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Smiling at the new guy, he nodded. "Sure. I'm in the middle of working on the Min'To Crown and the weakening influence of the Oktavian State. Still, I have notes on the Myste Aura Kingdom and Republic of Safer."
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"You went for political history then?" Which Lelouch touched on himself. "I think I started with the histories revolving more around folklore and the asterisks."
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"That would've been a good place to start, but I figured I get the more text heavy history done first." There were plenty of dates, names, and the usual to keep him stuck here for hours that's for sure. "Though, there might be some issue when I do get into the Sen Devadatta Empire that I might have to come back to it."
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Lelouch wasn't as far along as the other teen. He hadn't touched the Sen Devadatta Empire just yet. Personally he only perused it long enough to understand that they couldn't know how the place is run now. Every thing he read about it stated that it used to be a democracy. That would imply that it wasn't one now. Who knew what the meant for the country and its people.
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That's to be expected of course, but he still glanced towards the tome almost half as thick as the other on Myste Aura next to it. "Might have to see about going there some day..."