Elanor Wraith
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Ellie might have been possibly the most exuberant and convivial introvert in the Galaxy, but she did love dressing up to go out someplace important. And today was somewhere important! One of her professors was being a real cloaca about her Xenocultural Studies class - specifically the kind of cloaca that wanted to give her a lower grade than Elanor viewed as acceptable - so she'd set out to do something about it. Something big, something that'd really knock the old Ceran's soggy socks off and show that Ellie not only could achieve, but excel. Yes, her project had to be a big, exciting thing. And after catching a Stock report while trying to fall asleep, Ellie had found the perfect target for her big, exciting project.
Iborg, as it turned out, was more than happy to loan Elanor their vice-president for an afternoon, provided they could have a gander at the paper she was going to write before it got published. That was entirely acceptable and reasonable; it wasn't as though Elanor was here to write a sting piece or practice her 'Gotcha Journalism' - something she had the skill, but not temperament for. No, she was here to learn about Vong culture, right from the source. A source. A Yuuzhan Vong, basically.
The secretary announced the presence of the young student with her usual enthusiasm on such matters - Elanor had, after all, scheduled a week in advance so as not to conflict with a busy man's schedules. The very picture of a bright-eyed, modestly professional young scholar, from her modestly bunned hair to her notepad clenched to her waist, down to the business-class heels she was wearing - Ellie was here to learn something, and she couldn't be more pleased about it.
[member="Will"] Jamaane, your two o' clock is here.
Ellie might have been possibly the most exuberant and convivial introvert in the Galaxy, but she did love dressing up to go out someplace important. And today was somewhere important! One of her professors was being a real cloaca about her Xenocultural Studies class - specifically the kind of cloaca that wanted to give her a lower grade than Elanor viewed as acceptable - so she'd set out to do something about it. Something big, something that'd really knock the old Ceran's soggy socks off and show that Ellie not only could achieve, but excel. Yes, her project had to be a big, exciting thing. And after catching a Stock report while trying to fall asleep, Ellie had found the perfect target for her big, exciting project.
Iborg, as it turned out, was more than happy to loan Elanor their vice-president for an afternoon, provided they could have a gander at the paper she was going to write before it got published. That was entirely acceptable and reasonable; it wasn't as though Elanor was here to write a sting piece or practice her 'Gotcha Journalism' - something she had the skill, but not temperament for. No, she was here to learn about Vong culture, right from the source. A source. A Yuuzhan Vong, basically.
The secretary announced the presence of the young student with her usual enthusiasm on such matters - Elanor had, after all, scheduled a week in advance so as not to conflict with a busy man's schedules. The very picture of a bright-eyed, modestly professional young scholar, from her modestly bunned hair to her notepad clenched to her waist, down to the business-class heels she was wearing - Ellie was here to learn something, and she couldn't be more pleased about it.
[member="Will"] Jamaane, your two o' clock is here.