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Jan. 25th, 2021 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
necromanswers♥ Who: Lup, Honerva, Ardyn
♥ Where: Lup & Honerva's house
♥ When: around month end
♥ What: a very uncomfortable delivery
♥ Rating: ...PG?
[Strange things often occur on unremarkable days. A year and a half in this place and more in the fleet would have taught Lup that much even if she hadn't spent a hundred years adventuring through just as many planes of existence, many of them far more strange than this world. "Used to it" is putting things lightly. Still, with things settling down and most of the month's usual shenanigans under wraps, Lup is starting to feel more relaxed, which is about the perfect time for things to go wrong.
It happens while they're at the kitchen table working on Elvish; they're having what Lup affectionately likes to call an "elf day", where they're both home for most of it and she tries to force as much Elvish into the conversation as possible, talks about some random cultural tidbits, and cooks common dishes known to those of Faerun. While she and Taako are far, far from what anyone would consider traditional elves (nevermind that they didn't even hail from the same planet), there were still certain things that one had to know if they wanted to avoid standing out too much. And the twins had perfected the art of making a big show of themselves while also appearing entirely unassuming and without suspicion when or if they wanted to. The important thing was balance.
Someone knocks on the door while they're in the middle of practicing the written language, and Lup taps Honerva's whiteboard, where random lines of Elven script have been ongoing for a while.]
Write out some cuss words a few times, those are always good for a laugh. Know any in Altean?
[Homework given, she heads out into the living room area towards the front entry. They're not expecting visitors, so who knows what this means, but if it's another damned robot asking her to do something for the holiday she's turning them into a newt.]
♥ Where: Lup & Honerva's house
♥ When: around month end
♥ What: a very uncomfortable delivery
♥ Rating: ...PG?
[Strange things often occur on unremarkable days. A year and a half in this place and more in the fleet would have taught Lup that much even if she hadn't spent a hundred years adventuring through just as many planes of existence, many of them far more strange than this world. "Used to it" is putting things lightly. Still, with things settling down and most of the month's usual shenanigans under wraps, Lup is starting to feel more relaxed, which is about the perfect time for things to go wrong.
It happens while they're at the kitchen table working on Elvish; they're having what Lup affectionately likes to call an "elf day", where they're both home for most of it and she tries to force as much Elvish into the conversation as possible, talks about some random cultural tidbits, and cooks common dishes known to those of Faerun. While she and Taako are far, far from what anyone would consider traditional elves (nevermind that they didn't even hail from the same planet), there were still certain things that one had to know if they wanted to avoid standing out too much. And the twins had perfected the art of making a big show of themselves while also appearing entirely unassuming and without suspicion when or if they wanted to. The important thing was balance.
Someone knocks on the door while they're in the middle of practicing the written language, and Lup taps Honerva's whiteboard, where random lines of Elven script have been ongoing for a while.]
Write out some cuss words a few times, those are always good for a laugh. Know any in Altean?
[Homework given, she heads out into the living room area towards the front entry. They're not expecting visitors, so who knows what this means, but if it's another damned robot asking her to do something for the holiday she's turning them into a newt.]
