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[arkadia]

[OOM: "Hey there, Jafar."]

Eden is casually holding several cool rocks that he was given -- a ruby the size of his head, and a slightly smaller emerald -- as he enters today.

He's blissfully unaware of any translation shenanigans afoot, at least at the moment (and besides, the keyblade makes for a pretty handy translator anyway), so he's happy to put the gemstones down on the bartop and set about ordering a veritable mountain of ice cream.

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[explosive_artist]

[OOM: Sabine lives by a motto, if you're going to boast, be sure you can back up your claims.]

A young Mando'a walks in rubbing at her throat as the Front Door closes behind her. Heading to the bar, she croaks out, "Tea. Hot," before her voice cracks and fades. Bar thoughtfully provides a hot cup of Earl Grey with honey and lemon, with a back up carafe. Taking a sip, Sabine sighs in relief as she looks around for familiar faces.

[OOC: Not part of the translation plot, but she's got her own challenges with communication today.]

Translation Fail

[bringspeopletogether]

Ferelden's enjoyed a rare bit of quiet the past few weeks, so Alistair hasn't felt the need to sneak into Milliways for a breather. (To him, that's all it's been: a few weeks.) Unfortunately, that changed a couple of hours ago when an advisor deposited a report from the Dalish territories on his desk.

The news is...not good. The sort of not-good that might require an in-person visit.

And if Alistair is going to visit the Dalish? That brings a whole new set of problems completely independent of the whole kingly business.

He's by the fire, frowning down at the report (written in common tongue), as Fuzzy naps at his feet. A glass of wine rests on a small table next to his chair. This might become a two-glasses-of-wine report in an hour or so.



[Alistair speaks common tongue (which sounds vaguely like English), 101-level Orlesian (vaguely French), and a smattering of Tevene (vaguely Latin) and Elvhen. Though...let's be real, most of what he knows in Orlesian and Tevene is just curse words.

Fuzzy does not speak, because Fuzzy is a dog, but he responds to commands in common tongue.]

Translation Fail

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen came in today to get some research done -- and maybe also to take a very long bath and launder all of her travel-stained clothes.

(Dust from the Exalted Plains gets everywhere, you know.)

But the research texts she pulled from the library -- their writing no longer looks familiar. Except for the actual Thedosian documents she has, but the physics texts, and the nuclear reactor diagrams --

She can remember what they used to look like, but that isn't the same thing at all.

"[Damn]," she says in trade tongue, which sounds like English but isn't, really. Maybe someone who's already here knows what this is about?

Liranan looks up from his position under Ysa's chair, yipping sharply. Is something wrong?

[ooc: Ysalwen speaks the common tongue (or trade tongue), which sounds like English but isn't, Orlesian, which sounds like French but isn't, Antivan, which sounds like a cross between Spanish and Italian but isn't either of those, Qunlat, and Tevene, which sounds like Latin but super isn't. 'Sounds like' is not the same as being mutually comprehensible, in this case.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy's counsellor suggested that he should take up a new nice relaxing hobby. After some contemplation, he narrowed his choices down, and today he's in the gym trying weightlifting.

So far, he is bench pressing an entire 15kg, and has succeeded in not giving himself a hernia.

[ooc: Translation field currently working]

translation fail

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras was planning to eat lunch with a book on economic theory of an interplanetary collective in what he's fairly (but not totally) certain is another universe from Earth. (There's a little note on the frontispiece saying that it's been reformatted from the original into book form, but he hasn't yet worked out what exactly that original is.)

That was back when the text was readable, not to mention the writing system.

He's talked to other French-speaking friends at this point enough to know what the gist of the problem is, even if he has no idea of what's actually caused this or how to fix it. Neither does anyone else, though, as far as he knows. So it's worth taking some time to sit in the main bar and see if he can learn anything more on the subject, or pass on what he does know to anyone else who hasn't gotten the memo yet.

...He's not really confident in his ability to learn more than anyone else has so far, given that his languages are limited and his understanding of magic is far more so. But it doesn't hurt to try.

Besides, it was lunchtime anyway.


[Enjolras speaks French, along with mediocre Latin, more mediocre ancient Greek, and extremely mediocre English. After that we're down to charades.]