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 Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 2:13 pm
(( This topic is intended to be a Thursday afternoon, sometime in the middle of spring term - late March, a couple of weeks before the cherry blossoms bloom - where people can chat in a more leisurely fashion. The weather is seasonable, about 55 degrees F/13 degrees C, and exams are over a month away.
Response time in this thread may be measured in days, rather than hours or minutes, and you should quote the folks you would like to talk to, but everyone is welcome to drop in and out. I'm creating it to be a sort of slow, single-day parallel to the main thread, because right now I am overloaded by work, and can't be on for the fast-paced stuff that's happening in the main thread most days. smile I hope it's useful to everyone else! ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 2:16 pm
Juni slipped into the music room just a little after 3pm, while the Hosts were busy setting up for their normal afternoon hosting, and ensconced herself in an easy chair by the windows with her laptop and a textbook. The Host Club wasn't really a place for doing homework, but she didn't want to interrupt their setting-up for the normal afternoon socialization, and she knew they'd come and find her when they were ready.
(Kyouya would probably offer her coffee, Shiny would probably offer her a math problem and a beignet, and the twins...she had no idea what the twins would offer her, but she was sure it would be amusing and slightly scary.)
But in the mean time, she had an essay on a 19th century Spanish poet to write, and for the moment, a sunbeam to enjoy, and she was in no particular hurry to go anywhere.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 2:23 pm
(( And in the interests of making sure our charming if occasionally overwhelmed hosts realize this thread is here... a mass quote. smile ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:39 pm
Kyouya would, in fact, offer Miss Juni coffee, and a quiet bit of company if her homework permitted. Not Tamaki's beloved instant, but something from her family's estate, of course -- though the irony did not escape him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:07 am
Ootori_K Kyouya would, in fact, offer Miss Juni coffee, and a quiet bit of company if her homework permitted. Not Tamaki's beloved instant, but something from her family's estate, of course -- though the irony did not escape him. Juni emerged from the depths of thesis-statement construction and trying to figure out how she was supposed to dissect a poem that sang like angels and struggled like a bucking horse to smile distractedly at Kyouya. "Hello Kyouya-san. Essays about poetry will, will be the...the derangement of me yet."
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:08 pm
keshwyn Juni emerged from the depths of thesis-statement construction and trying to figure out how she was supposed to dissect a poem that sang like angels and struggled like a bucking horse to smile distractedly at Kyouya. "Hello Kyouya-san. Essays about poetry will, will be the...the derangement of me yet." "Oh? Problems with the language, or problems with the material?" he inquired, sliding into the seat next to her. He glanced over the materials she had spread out, and identified the poet's language as outside his ken. Clearly Spanish, though, and therefore easy for her, he assumed, though there was a translation of the poem next to the original.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:05 pm
Ootori_K "Oh? Problems with the language, or problems with the material?" he inquired, sliding into the seat next to her. He glanced over the materials she had spread out, and identified the poet's language as outside his ken. Clearly Spanish, though, and therefore easy for her, he assumed, though there was a translation of the poem next to the original. Juni pushed the two copies(*) of the poem over to where Kyouya could see them. "Well, really it is both?" she said, her intonation making a question of the statement. "In a computer, I can say, ah, this thing is working. And there are, oh, degrees of how well it is, is working, but it is, um, ultimately a binary state. Working, or not." She rubbed the back of her head, scattering her dreads for moment, then smiled crookedly. "With a poem, a good poem, I say, This makes me think of, of angels, of light, of...oh, religion or music. But how, how to say, this is a good poem and explain without, without poetry myself? And I am not a poet. I could, could dissect it on, on technical merit, say that it all, oh, rhymed, or had the right number of, of feet - but some technical perfect poems, are..." she shuddered, and stopped there. (( * Gustavo Adolfo Becquer - Rima IX ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 7:48 am
keshwyn Juni pushed the two copies(*) of the poem over to where Kyouya could see them. "Well, really it is both?" she said, her intonation making a question of the statement. "In a computer, I can say, ah, this thing is working. And there are, oh, degrees of how well it is, is working, but it is, um, ultimately a binary state. Working, or not." She rubbed the back of her head, scattering her dreads for moment, then smiled crookedly. "With a poem, a good poem, I say, This makes me think of, of angels, of light, of...oh, religion or music. But how, how to say, this is a good poem and explain without, without poetry myself? And I am not a poet. I could, could dissect it on, on technical merit, say that it all, oh, rhymed, or had the right number of, of feet - but some technical perfect poems, are..." she shuddered, and stopped there. (( * Gustavo Adolfo Becquer - Rima IX )) Kyouya leaned over the book and read the poem through once, then a second time. It wasn't entirely to his taste, as he preferred the spare, lean Japanese forms, which did not play so much with the repeated reflection of words as a poetic element. But he saw her point. "I suppose it depends on what your professor is looking for," he said, after a moment of deliberation. "Is it intended to be a critical essay, or a personal response? Because if the latter, you could simply write what you just told me."
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 6:43 am
Ootori_K Kyouya leaned over the book and read the poem through once, then a second time. It wasn't entirely to his taste, as he preferred the spare, lean Japanese forms, which did not play so much with the repeated reflection of words as a poetic element. But he saw her point. "I suppose it depends on what your professor is looking for," he said, after a moment of deliberation. "Is it intended to be a critical essay, or a personal response? Because if the latter, you could simply write what you just told me." Juni considered this question carefully. "It is...supposed to be a, a critical essay. But, hm...I should, should ask her if a, a critical essay about the, the response to the poem would, would be acceptable? We are, are doing both essay construction and, um, the study of, of the poems..." she trailed off with flowers and little hearts floating in the air around her head, before snapping back to herself in a slightly-embarrassed rush. "So, um, yes. I, I'm supposed to, to write a critical essay."
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 2:33 pm
keshwyn Juni considered this question carefully. "It is...supposed to be a, a critical essay. But, hm...I should, should ask her if a, a critical essay about the, the response to the poem would, would be acceptable? We are, are doing both essay construction and, um, the study of, of the poems..." she trailed off with flowers and little hearts floating in the air around her head, before snapping back to herself in a slightly-embarrassed rush. "So, um, yes. I, I'm supposed to, to write a critical essay." Kyouya, ever the master of the fourth wall, did not miss those fluttering hearts and flowers. Aha. He slid his glasses back up. I hadn't thought of Juni-san as the kind to get swept up by poetry. He filed that away as a side of her he hadn't predicted, given her other interests, and briefly contemplated for the second or third time this week that there were so many confounded hassles involved with being a teenager, at least in his own opinion. "I see," he said thoughtfully, sliding the book back to her. "You could ask, but she'll probably want more work on the material itself, if she's teaching criticism. Perhaps you could focus on the parts you find more effective, and compare them to the parts you found less effective, and delve into why?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 11:13 am
Ootori_K Kyouya, ever the master of the fourth wall, did not miss those fluttering hearts and flowers. Aha. He slid his glasses back up. I hadn't thought of Juni-san as the kind to get swept up by poetry. He filed that away as a side of her he hadn't predicted, given her other interests, and briefly contemplated for the second or third time this week that there were so many confounded hassles involved with being a teenager, at least in his own opinion. "I see," he said thoughtfully, sliding the book back to her. "You could ask, but she'll probably want more work on the material itself, if she's teaching criticism. Perhaps you could focus on the parts you find more effective, and compare them to the parts you found less effective, and delve into why?" hadn't thought she was the sort to get caught up by poetry either. Until, well, this particular class. And this particular poet. She was still somewhat unsure of what to do about it - but in the logical back part of her mind, where the sensible wrench wench resided, she had concluded that having a raging teenage crush on a poet who'd been dead for quite some time was probably a whole lot safer than having a crush on any of her classmates. Just as long as she didn't admit anything. She considered Kyouya's advice, then nodded and jotted down a couple of quick thoughts to herself (in spanish) on the margin of the poem, and tucked it away in her notebook. "That is good advice," she agreed. "We will, um, see if I can put it into, into practice."
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 1:29 pm
(( Psst, Tamaki-sama, Kyouya suggests you ought to come take advantage of Juni while she's all emotionally tangled up about romance. wink ))
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The Host King--- Tamaki Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 9:24 pm
At this very moment, the doors would burst open----from the dressing room, and the club's very own host king waltz in with that flamboyant grace as he always did. Whatever he had been doing back there, he seemed very pleased with. Those vibrant indigo eyes glanced around the room in search for something or something--- and he had an 'aha!' moment as they fell on Kyouya.
"Kyouya! Things in back are almo---oh!" It wasn't until he had made his way over that he noticed his friend wasn't along and that the club had an early guest. "Good afternoon, Juni-san." He greeted her with that gentlemanly bow, and gave her that overly-friendly smile. "I'm not interrupting, am I?" His eyes switched between Kyouya and their guest with slight uncertainty.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 10:09 am
Kyouya shook his head. "Not at all. We were just talking about homework." He checked his wristwatch out of habit -- ah, no, he didn't need to head back to get changed just yet. He still had a bit of time before their event was supposed to start. "Sit, we have a few minutes." He waved Tamaki over to the other chair.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 12:32 pm
Ootori_K Kyouya shook his head. "Not at all. We were just talking about homework." He checked his wristwatch out of habit -- ah, no, he didn't need to head back to get changed just yet. He still had a bit of time before their event was supposed to start. "Sit, we have a few minutes." He waved Tamaki over to the other chair. Juni carefully nudged the backpack with the inconvenient poetry under her chair with one foot. "Ah, Kyouya-san is - was helping me figure out - no, brainstorm - how, how to...attack a critical essay for, for my literature class." She gave the king a lopsided smile. "It is a much harder problem than, than math."
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