[ open?? closed? schrödinger's log?? ] heroes always get remembered

[goodforsaken]

WHO: Lex Luthor, assorted guest stars, and YOU??
WHAT: General intro purposes? Get you some arms and armor made, Inquisition! Geek out in the library! Be confused by the incongruous noble all up in the Undercroft!
WHEN: Approximately now - the end of August.
WHERE: Skyhold: the Undercroft + Library + the buffet option
NOTES: Starters in comments. As it stands no warnings are required; I'll edit here a/o subject lines if that changes. Here is Lex's info post for anyone who'd like to run with the idea that they've heard of him/had contact before!

Being possessed of the incredibly informed opinion most not!Orlesians have of Orlais when they've only ever visited and spoken mostly to people wearing silly hats, Lex is more than comfortable with his first forays into the Inquisition taking place in Skyhold and not Halamshiral. That's where he's ultimately most useful anyway; he suffers no illusions regarding any diplomatic capabilities that don't involve ensnaring largeish globs of money.

The day side ....globbage occurs, however, is not this day or, nor is it whatever other days this log ends up involving. No, instead here we are in Skyhold, where Lex's general occupancy encompasses the following:

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[goodforsaken]

How dare you--ahem. Lex resisted the urge to actually spontaneously develop flight just to get over there faster, and possibly more waspishly. "Rather than deface our current meagre resources," he interjected, at normal volume, all 5'7" of him appearing from the opposite shelf, "you might consider writing your own."

Not that he'd necessarily disagree, about bias in the sciences, but still. Books!! It was the principle of the thing! "What is it you've found so lacking, exactly?"

[universal_charm]

He wasn't going to actually do it, Lex. He knew better than that, and had more respect for, well, most of the books in here than that. He looked over when Lex came up, arching a brow and realize he must have been overheard. Oops. Though he didn't recall seeing this guy in the library before...

"Just to do with some theories set forth about stars," he said, pasting on a smile. "And I would - but a part of doesn't believe what I have to write will be well received."

[goodforsaken]

Just in case, okay. Books! D:<

Anyway, that's interesting, the shift in focus reflected on a face that tends to express all ten million of his generally confusing feelings. In this case it's just an incisive sort of curiosity; funnily enough probably recognizable to someone used to hanging out with like. Vulcans. "Progress rarely is. Don't let that stop you."

Which does beg the question: "What theories do you find fault with?"

Science <3_<3

[universal_charm]

Well, it actually was a deterrent. He shouldn't have said probably half the things he already had in the past months, but at this point he was fairly sure that he could be forgiven for them. It was impossible to maintain a fiction of being a native Thedosian, after all, and he wasn't spilling large secrets, and not to large groups. He had more chances of being declared a heretic than anything else.

"The theory of their creation, and what they are," he said mildly. "At least as that book told it. Stars aren't... they aren't simply created or placed. They're very condescended and super-heated balls of gas, just like the sun is."

Science.