ARANEA: -as a part of her and eridan's read campaign, aranea has begun wheeling around a cart of books to various departments on the ship, whether they like it or NOT. today she's in the medical wing. surely it has nothing to do with the fact that she heard someone NEW is hanging about here... she has one goal and one goal only. and that's to distribute books!- MEULIN: -Meanwhile, Meulin has been spending the majority of her time recently groobling sign language and doodling or writing to Dirk, but those two activities can only sate one for so long before boredom and curiosity strike again. She knows she's not really supposed to be wandering, but surely staying in the medical wing is fine? And that's when she spots someone new, and a promising cart of reading materials. She's honing in on her, tail flicking and pupils eager little slits.- HI!! ARANEA: -she's taken by surprise by the sudden shouting, from an unfamiliar voice no less, looking around curiously for the source. that's when she spots meulin, pressing forward like she's on a mission herself, and aranea is more than happy to be her target. well, presumably. even if she isn't, will that stop her from intercepting this cat troll with literature? it most certainly will not.- Hello. Care for some reading material? MEULIN: -flick wave flick- SORRY. I CAN'T HEAR YOU, BUT YOU LOOK REALLY PURRETTY AND I LIKE YOUR BOOK TROLLEY! (=^･ω･^) MEULIN: ARE YOU A LIBRAWRIAN? ARANEA: Oh. -that was all rather confusing. pretty? can't hear her? well then.- ARANEA: -nods slowly and speaks just as slowly, a little louder.- Yes. I am. MEULIN: -ooh!! Finally someone is speaking slow that isn't also yelling at her! And she can understand it! THIS IS GREAT.- MEULIN: THAT IS SO COOL! I LOVE READING! MEULIN: DO YOU HAVE ANY PURROMANCE NOVELS? ARANEA: 8ut of course. *she looks meulin over carefully, as if assessing what the perfect book for her would be, before kneeling down and pulling one out from the small romance section she's toting around.- ARANEA: I think you will find this one to 8e satisfactory and then some. I'm rather fond of it, myself. It tells the tell of a Europan no8le, committed to the teachings of the Order, who meets a scrappy 8eforan low8blood, traveling from planet to planet in search of adventure. -she unfortunately speaks a little faster as she gets more excited, but aranea at least has the benefit of being very articulate as it is. no word goes unproperly enunciated with her.- MEULIN: -something about butts and horse? That's... Probably not accurate but oh well. She's able to pick out a few words, at least, or words she thinks are probably right, but the majority of the information is lost in the process of trying to figure out words, and she's staring very intently at Aranea's lips. They are very nice lips. She's still staring a moment or two after Aranea is done speaking, and then she glances to the book in her hand.- MEULIN: OH. G33. EM. IS THAT "WILD MAGIC"? ARANEA: -smiles a little brighter when meulin recognizes it and she nods excitedly.- Yes. Have you read it? MEULIN: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. I HAVE SOOOO MANY HEADCANONS ABOUT THIS BOOK! MEULIN: YOU KNOW HOW THE ARCHMAGE OF EUROPA AND HER IMPURRIAL CONSOLATION ARE KISMEHISSES?? I HAVE THIS THEORY THAT THE ARCHMAGE HAS A FLUSH CRUSH ON HER, AND HE COMMISSIONED THIS BOOK AS A SNEAKRET LOVE LETTER TO HER! MEULIN: AND NOW THAT THEY'RE ALLIES, IT'S PURRACTICALLY CANON! MEULIN: I JUST... 333333333!!! (=ＴωＴ=) ARANEA: You don't say? -looks thoughtful- ARANEA: That's a very interesting theory. Do you specul8te on rel8tionships like that often? -pauses, trying to think of a better way to put that. or rather, a way that will be easier to read on her lips.- ARANEA: Do you... -taps on the picture of the protags canoodling on the cover- Like shipping? MEULIN: -yeah she definitely didn't get that the first time, as evidenced by her head tilt. but the second time, she definitely knows those words.- MEULIN: (=ↀωↀ=)✧ MEULIN: YOU DON'T. EVEN. KNOW!!!!!!! MEULIN: SHIPPING IS LIFE! MEULIN: I LOOOOVE MATCHING PEOPLE UP! OR EVEN JUST PAWNDERING HYPOTHETICAL SCENTNARIOS. ARANEA: Do you? -her tone is of someone MUCH TOO INTERESTED- We will have to talk about that sometime. Perhaps over client... So you can understand me. -eyes her a little as she sets the book down, bringing out her comm device and typing something up.- ARANEA: 8y the way, I'm Aranea. Aranea Serket. -shows her the device with the very same message written down in a note, extending her hand to shake with the other hand.- MEULIN: -she isn't sure she totally understood that, but she looks more excited when she sees her typing, reading the message eagerly. Meulin is quick to reach up and grab Aranea's hand with both paws, bouncing a little on her feet.- OKAY, ARANEA!! ＼(=^..^)// I'M MEULIN LEIJON! MEULIN: DO YOU CHAT ON THERE? ARANEA: Oh! -THEY BOUNCE. it's a little off putting, but she's really in no position to judge.- Yes, I do. -says while nodding, then bringing up the chat client with her handle on display- MEULIN: !!! -releases Aranea- CAN I ADD YOU RIGHT MEOW? Revolver Brahcelot - Last Tuesday at 5:32 PM ARANEA: You most certainly can. -please do, in fact, she thinks while nodding and smiling.- MEULIN: -she's pulling out her flyPhone and setting it up- DOES EFURRYONE HERE HAVE A HANDLE? ARANEA: -nod nod- We do, actually. There is a manifest you can get all that inform8tion off of. Handles, names, faces. May I see your device? -holds out her hand for it and hopes she gets the picture- MEULIN: -well, she's not entirely sure what Aranea said, but she knows that means "yes" and she's happy to hand her phone over because FRIENDS.- (=^･ω･^=)丿 ARANEA: -connects to the UU's private channel and downloads the manifest for her before handing it back. it feels nice, since she used to do this sort of thing for all the newcomers to the ship, back when she was still first mate. smiling, she hands it back to her- There you are. MEULIN: -looks at all these contacts and SHIMMERS- WOW!! THANK YOU ARANEA! YOU ARE SO NICE. MEULIN: -looks at her and wiggles- 333! I CAN'T WAIT TO TALK ABOUT ALL OUR HEADCANONS! MEULIN: I BET YOU HAVE REALLY COOL ONES TOO! ARANEA: Likewise, Meulin. ::::) ARANEA: Now, a8out some reading material for you... -pulls out another book, holding it up in front of her with the cover facing her.- Have you read this one? MEULIN: -her ears would perk, if they weren't so bandaged down.- OOOOO! I HAVEN'T EVEN S33N THIS ONE! MEULIN: -reaches for it to inspect it closer- IS THIS A PURROPAN EXCLUSIVE?? (=O.O) ARANEA: You are correct. This one is from my own personal collection that I added when I took up the li8rarian role, as I felt the romance section was a little lacking. I don't mean to 8rag, 8ut I had access to a large array of Europan literature. I was hatched there, you see. -she is totally bragging and rambling, forgetting already that meulin can't hear a word she's saying. she just gets carried away sometimes.- MEULIN: -she only notices Aranea talking about halfway through the ramble, turning the kitty gaze to Aranea's mouth again, but she... still doesn't really know what she's saying. oh well. Aranea is still cute, so it counts as FASCINATING.- (´⊙ω⊙`) MEULIN: ARANEA... DO YOU HAVE A MATESPURRIT? ARANEA: Huh?! -the question takes her by surprise at first, but she's quick to remember that meulin is just interested in this sort of thing. of course, she always felt like her quadrant situation was difficult to pin down, so that made answering a little more complicated for her. still, she knew how she felt about her relationship with rufioh, so...- ARANEA: ... Yes. I do. -nods, cracking a small smile- MEULIN: 33333!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! MEULIN: WHAT ABOUT YOUR OTHER PAWDRANTS? ANY PALE F33LS? OR MAYBE EVEN... A PITCHY TWITCHY? ARANEA: I have no pale prospects. -frowns and looks down at her books, tracing a finger over the binding- ARANEA: There was someone I was interested in as a kismesis, 8ut those pursuits are no longer... Via8le. ARANEA: I suppose they never really were. ARANEA: -looks at her again- So, no and no. -shakes her head as she says it- MEULIN: OHHH, I S33. MEULIN: WELL, IF YOU WANT TO TALK QUADRANTS, ORRRR... IF YOU WOULD EVEN LIKE SOME HELP SETTING YOURSELF UP, I AM KIND OF AN EXPURRT! MEULIN: MY CHAT WINDOW IS ALWAYS OPEN. (=^ω^=) ARANEA: -hmm, how does she express her enthusiasm without sounding too desparate? ... oh well, it's not like meulin can even hear her.- ARANEA: I would very much enjoy that, Meulin. I look forward to it. ::::) MEULIN: -THAT SURE LOOKS LIKE A YES.- (^･o･^) MEULIN: (=ＴωＴ=) Y33333!!! OKAY I WILL TALK TO YOU LATER ARANEA, I SHOULD GO DO SOME RESEARCH TO BE THE BEST PREPURRED I CAN BE FOR YOU. -aka she's going to message basically the entire crew and assess their romantic profiles- MEULIN: THIS IS GOING TO BE SO GREAT! -clings to her flyPhone and her new romance novel as she starts skittering off- BY333!!! ARANEA: -waves after her- Take care, Meulin. -as she watches her go, she grips the handle of her cart and smiles to herself, continuing on her way and hoping that she's managed to make a new friend.-
