The Morbid Socialite watched the Emissary begin the lecture with rapt attention, only barely biting his lip to hide a snicker at the "phallus-measuring contest" between the Dean and the Ministry of Public Decency. He wrote the rules in his notebook in Gregg Shorthand, a relatively recent invention in an area the Socialite enjoyed keeping tabs on. Still, the Socialite was wholly focused on the lecture and the notes, all necessary information jotted quickly and concisely in practiced form. They took only a second to thank their luck that their home was nowhere near a sorrow spider den and that they already slept with a mask since learning from their time in squalor. Still, it was only but a moment and then the relief was gone, replaced with an expression of pure duty.
One thing the Socialite took entirely seriously was the requirement of eye protection. In the very few times he'd tried to learn the Correspondence on his own, the Socialite had found more harm than good in doing so without training or protection. Here, he retrieved a set of protective goggles from his bag. These ones were hand-modified, not to add anything, but to remove the microscopic lenses that got in the way of what would be broader work than he was used to. Now, they just appeared as well-used eye protection with some small, suspicious stains, placed firmly over the Socialites eyes just as soon as the cue was given that they would be needed.
The Socialite was finished writing before the Academic had finished the last word, waiting patiently while their classmates asked their questions and made notes when necessary. There was little to no sign of the lackadaisical man from before.
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Re: Lecture
Date: 2025-06-12 03:57 am (UTC)One thing the Socialite took entirely seriously was the requirement of eye protection. In the very few times he'd tried to learn the Correspondence on his own, the Socialite had found more harm than good in doing so without training or protection. Here, he retrieved a set of protective goggles from his bag. These ones were hand-modified, not to add anything, but to remove the microscopic lenses that got in the way of what would be broader work than he was used to. Now, they just appeared as well-used eye protection with some small, suspicious stains, placed firmly over the Socialites eyes just as soon as the cue was given that they would be needed.
The Socialite was finished writing before the Academic had finished the last word, waiting patiently while their classmates asked their questions and made notes when necessary. There was little to no sign of the lackadaisical man from before.