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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." )
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She can't help but smile as Hunk declares that he and his friends are the defenders of the universe. Again, it does sound like something out of a comic book but she won't bring that up. It just doesn't seem right to make a dig about a fellow hero after all. Which leads her to Hunk's question.
"The Ragnarok huh?" Selphie taps her chin thoughtfully before she's grabbing the marker and its cap before she starts doodling a picture of the Ragnarok in a free space on the white board. "Well, it's our world's only Airship that doubles as a spaceship and it's super advanced technology that we don't have access too and I..."
This time, it's Selphie's turn to giggle sheepishly before pointing the thumb of her right hand at herself. "May or may not have been the ship's pilot?"
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"Well that's all just awesome, Selphie!" He chuckles and starts to bounce up and down on his feet just a bit. She piloted a giant dragon spaceship, of course she didn't go gaga over Vaikunthan Airships. Ragnarok was way cooler.
"Y'know, that sounds kinda similar to Voltron. We don't have access to the stuff to make anything like it, and it's from an ancient alien civilization." But then he pauses and raises an eyebrow at the girl, because he just realized something. "Do you think Ragnarok came from aliens? Or would that be too weird for you?"
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"Actually though," she continues. "It was made by a nation with really advanced technology they aren't too keen on sharing at the moment. We're gonna butter 'em up though and then everything will be hunky dory!"
Selphie is intentionally glossing over the true purpose of the Ragnarok but that's another story for another time. Nobody needs to hear a condensed history of the wars of her home world during a period of very studious studying. A lot of things happen during wars that nobody really wants to talk about anyway.