talentsgirl | [ Action, Voice ] "You! What planet is this?"

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[So, after a month or so of study in shifts and things that mess with brains, Molly's ready to try an experiment. She attempts to say each of these in their regular languages: Spanish, Latin, French, and Chinese. All she gets for her efforts are a few words squeaking through Luceti's translation and a headache.]

I'm going to habla en Spanish.

Next to try nonnullus Latin.

I don't know many words in French but here it goes: belle, thanks, Camembert.

...Kung Pao Chicken.

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[She waits a bit for the headache to fade and then makes a general post.]

Two months in this place, and I feel like I'm still just getting my feet wet. I know everyone's getting adjusted with this whole new 'cycle,' but I wonder if a few people wouldn't mind answering a question: What language am I speaking right now?

[And in a bit, Molly will blow off her normal time at the library to enjoy the warm day and glorious weather in a pair of stonewashed cut-off shorts that are just a bit too short and a plain white men's T-shirt. She's roaming in and out of town, until eventually she finds a good hill to meditate on. Two months? Caution's getting thin. It's time to try and contact one of these filial spirits and just... start talking.]

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...Just sounds like English to me. Except for a few words here and there, I guess.

[Heh.]

Practicing breaking filters? Not that it was much of a filter...

[...!!!]

S-sorry, sorry! Geez, I barely even noticed... I was just curious, honest.

[Molly laughed warmly.]

Hey, that's okay. I only filtered them so I wouldn't take up too much space. So you were able to see the French bits as French?

[...Oh. Well as long as she's cool with it.]

Two out of three words, and I only knew one of 'em. The translator's kind of broken sometimes, isn't it?

I don't know if that's what it is - but maybe. Yeah.

...Man, now I've got the worst craving for Chinese food.

[...men are so suggestible.]

And we're a long way from take-out.

This wouldn't be so bad if I'd taken a cooking class or two. Living on my own is harder than I thought it would be.

[Mildly sympathetic:] The first time you do something is always harder than you think. Just give yourself some time and keep at it - soon you'll be cooking up a storm.

[Says a notoriously poor chef.]

I think a lack of talent in the kitchen runs in the family. Most of the time we had take-out.

[The downside of having two very successful doctors in the family, apparently.]

So do you speak all those languages, or is that just what you know?

[Meanwhile, Molly's mom is a MacGyver in the kitchen - Molly herself tends to be a more distracted chef.]

Yeah, that's about it - I'm not very good at any of them.

[Though she's getting better in Latin all the time? One must be able to at least explain one's case in case a bunch of wizards get together and want to chop off one's head.]

Better than me. I only knew the French bit thanks to Disney, and heck if I know any other languages. Linguistics is totally not my thing.

Mine either. But hey, at least you've got a thing?

You sure about that? I'm not all that interesting.

[OH THE STORIES HE COULD TELL. But. Won't.]

Hey, everybody's got a Thing.

[She knows something about not telling stories.

But. She's just talking like she'd talk to any teenage kid.]

Alright, so what's your thing, then?

[If we're gonna be poking at the concept.]

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