Post by Shihab on Jun 16, 2011 20:19:07 GMT -5
Shihab, back from their trip to the dorm, placed his backpack on the table, careful not to upset anything inside. With a flourish, he pulled out first a beat-up looking binder, followed by an old-fashioned scroll, which was revealed to be made up not of parchment, but graph paper, and carefully diametrically-designed sketches of bird-wings and gliders built in the past, with notes in Arabic, English, and some terribly-penned hybrid of both (and others).
He frowned once at the entire bundle, double-checking to make sure it was the 'safe' pile, and not the one on which his fully-formed ideas were taken and filled, and, satisfied, pushed it over to Jean-Paul. That out of the way, he began pulling little gliders out of his backpack, mostly made of twigs and wax paper, all weighted proportionately with small, roughly-human-shaped pebbles. All were distinct designs, numbered - the corresponding blueprints on the scroll were numbered as well, with notes going back and forth between the two.
"As I said, it's gone a bit beyond formless thinking," he said dryly, sitting down, a sardonic grin crossing his face.
He frowned once at the entire bundle, double-checking to make sure it was the 'safe' pile, and not the one on which his fully-formed ideas were taken and filled, and, satisfied, pushed it over to Jean-Paul. That out of the way, he began pulling little gliders out of his backpack, mostly made of twigs and wax paper, all weighted proportionately with small, roughly-human-shaped pebbles. All were distinct designs, numbered - the corresponding blueprints on the scroll were numbered as well, with notes going back and forth between the two.
"As I said, it's gone a bit beyond formless thinking," he said dryly, sitting down, a sardonic grin crossing his face.
