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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 1:27 pm
>Hey, Lydia? How offensive would it be if I asked you if you knew any Greek?
The text came through while Lydia was working on a project of her own. A form sat in front of her, partly filled out, and she was tapping one of the blank spaces with her pen when her phone buzzed, then started to play a bit of tinny ukulele music. The distraction made her jerk her pen to the side, and she studied the paper for a moment, worried that she'd marred it and would have to start over. When she was convinced that it was still neat and orderly, she took the phone out of her pocket and looked at the words on the screen, biting her lip to keep from giggling. It was true that she disliked cultural generalizations, but in this case, it was fairly harmless, and her teammate was being polite about it.
> It might be more offensive if I didn't know any. Why?
Which was how Lydia found herself at the Caffrey home the next day, carrying a couple of books and a small scrapbook. And a bag containing takeout from Maize Maizier. Studying was hungry work, and there was no better way to get into the proper spirit of things than with an appropriate snack. She shifted the books into her other hand, and rang the doorbell, curious to see what kind of home Evelyn had.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:45 pm
Evie was not the one who answered the door, which Evie figured she probably should've prevented. Maybe she was hoping Dana would still be too sullen to pull her usual tactic of racing to be the first to open the door.
Either way, it was the little girl who slammed it open and looked Lydia up and down with uninhibited scrutiny. In some twisted little way in the back of her mind, Dana saw this girl as a replacement. Someone Evie called when Dana was failing to fulfill proper little sister ideals.
She decided her first impression was unimpressive. "EVIE, YOUR STUPID FRIEND IS HERE!" She called over her shoulder before she was shoved away from the door and glared at.
"Jesus, Day, manners," Evie snapped under her breath, but Dana was already retreating down the hallway to her room, followed a moment later by the sound of a door slamming.
"Ugh, sorry, she's pouting," Evie said, stepping out of the way and inviting Lydia in with a sweeping hand gesture. "But we can study at the table. My room's kind of tiny for two people, sorry." Probably because the entire house was tiny. But at least the table was designed to seat more than one person.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:27 pm
That it wasn't Evelyn herself who answered the door wasn't totally surprising, but Lydia was unprepared for the reception she got. It was pretty obvious that this girl was Evelyn's sister- she'd mentioned having one, and the resemblance was clear- so the moment of sizing up was mutual. Lydia had just arrived at the conclusion that this girl seemed okay, if a bit quiet, when said girl bellowed over her shoulder and ran off.
"Er..." That was awkward. Normally, she would have had a scathing comment about a lack of manners, but she didn't want to say that sort of thing about her teammate's family. "I see." A vague and noncommittal response, perfect. "If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know." Not that she had any idea how she could help, being an only child.
Rather than dwell on the shocking moment, she followed Evelyn into the house and to the kitchen table. "I brought some books we can look at, but I think we should start with assessing what you've worked on so far- at least it sounded like you did some study on your own." Lydia paused for a moment. She didn't want to pry, but she was really, really curious. "What brought this on, if I may ask?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 12:51 pm
"Oh, books!" Evie's range of study had mostly been google searches and whatever free websites she could get a hold of.
Binder in hand, she flopped down.
"See, I mostly started with the alphabet, and moved on to common phrases," She said, flipping through pages she's typed, printed out, and written notes all over. "I'm having some issues though, I can't really seem to get past some things."
The question of what brought it on got an awkward grimace. "Uh, I've had a few bad run ins with a corrupted senshi. Nickeline. She doesn't speak English," The implication being that instead she spoke Greek. "I made a bet with her. Do you want something to drink?" She didn't really like talking about Nickeline, especially with all the team rules she constantly broke in order to fight her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 8:39 pm
Lydia spread the books out on the table. Except for the scrapbook, they were small picture books that her father had gotten for her when she was little. "I'm better at speaking Greek than at reading it," she admitted, "and better at reading than writing. My father wanted me to learn, so he would only speak Greek to me when he was home, and whenever he went away, the postcards he sent home would always be in Greek." She ran her fingers over the scrapbook's cover, then tapped the table lightly. "I'm not exactly fluent, but I can hold a conversation. Will that be sufficient for your needs?" It sounded like Evelyn needed a proper teacher, but she would do her best to help. "If you show me where you're having trouble, I can try to get you past those points. And we can practice together whenever you'd like."
The mention of a corrupted senshi made Lydia's eyes widen, before she frowned, thinking. "I think I may have met this senshi. She didn't give me her name, but she only spoke Greek- there can't be that many Greek-speaking corrupted senshi, right?" If there were- if the Negaverse was abducting large numbers of her countrywomen- that was an even worse problem than she'd thought. "How did you even make that bet, then? And why?
"Oh, and some juice would be nice, if you have any." Juice was safer than tea, since potential allergens were less likely to crop up unexpectedly. "I brought some snacks as well, for whenever you'd like to have them." In case the bag with the Maize Maizier logo didn't make that obvious.
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