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 Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:51 pm
 Cerceris sits in a corner of the large dormitory, her extra legs pressing against the walls and ceiling to keep her suspended as she is. Her six large eyes watch the door patiently, alarmingly blue against the dark gray and yellow of her face. A few strands of hair fall in front of her eyes as she changes position slightly. She brushes them back into place, idly wondering when her hair will grow long enough for her to do something interesting with it.
As the minutes tick past with no signs of Clerise returning, Cerceris's mind begins to wander. She is at a school, she knows that much. A school for the gifted or something of the sort. But why this school? She was certainly no more talented or special than any other Aanida she had ever met, small though that number was. She had been given a letter with her name on it inviting her to the school with only the vaguest of allusions as to the reason. She had seen no reason not to attend this "asylum academy". The assonance of the phrase pleased her, at any rate.
A shiver runs through Cerceris, starting at the tips of her limbs and moving inward to culminate in a bodily shudder that dislodges her from her perch. She lands easily and wraps her arms and arachnid legs around her torso. This place is too cold without Clerise, she decides. Time to find a warmer area. She pads out of the dormitory quietly, stepping lightly to reduce the noise of her footsteps. It's an old habit. Perhaps she shall head to the kitchens to fix herself a nice mug of tea. Her four smaller eyes close in anticipation of the wonderful hot beverage. She decides to speed up, using her extra legs to propel her along the hallway. She follows the smell of food down the corridor and is surprised to find herself in front of the library. It's definitely the source of the food smells, though. She walks in through the feed detector, feeling a slight raising of the hair on her arachnid legs as it scans her.
Blue. The library is very blue. It is a calming colour, though it does nothing to make Cerceris feel warmer. She wastes no time in heading to the wall of food dispensing machines, one of which has recently been used - the source of the food smells. Cerceris ignores it and quickly locates the hot beverage device. She plucks a disposable cup from the stack sitting on the small counter space, setting it beneath the hot water spout and pressing the button with the tip of a spidery leg as she ponders the tea selection. Orange pekoe, jasmine green, English breakfast, honey lemon, chamomile, rooibos... the list of teas is extensive. She settles on the honey lemon variety and opens the small disposable package with her teeth. The strong aroma of the tea is intensified when she drops the bag into the water, bringing a smile to her face. All of her eyes close as she takes her first sip, and she sighs contentedly. She shudders as the warmth from the tea meets the cold in her limbs and rolls right over it without missing a heartbeat. Perhaps this place won't be too bad. It certainly has nice tea, and nice tea can go a very long way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:51 pm
Tabitha enters the library and is surprised to find someone else standing by her tea machine. Though technically it isn't hers, she is usually the only one who uses it. Upon closer inspection, she discovers that it appears to be a new student - an Aanida, at that. How intriguing! She has never met one before, though Astra has told her all about the species. She walks closer to the student and smiles, noting the distinct shiver of tea-bliss.
Mm, smells like the honey lemon. I like her already.
When she is within arm's reach of the spiderlike girl, Tabitha finds that she cannot help herself - she reaches out and runs her fingers lightly along one of the arachnid legs, starting at the clawed tip and moving down.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:52 pm
Enraptured by the tea as she is, Cerceris doesn't notice the teacher entering the room behind her. She barely registers the touch on her extra leg until Tabitha's fingers reach a particularly sensitive spot. Her eyes fly open as she whirls around to face the woman, a practised hand keeping her tea unspilled. She reddens slightly as she finds herself face-to-chest with Tabitha at a distance best measured in centimetres.
"...Hi."
She backs up a step, pressing back against the tea machine as she looks up at the teacher's face. To her slight surprise, a pair of dark sunglasses obscure the woman's eyes from view. Such dark glasses indoors...?
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:54 pm
Tabitha suppresses a giggle at the spider girl's reaction to her touch. She would not have guessed those legs to be ticklish. A smile plays around the corners of her mouth as the girl turns around to stare directly into Tabitha's bosom.
"Hello there," Tabitha says quietly, ignoring the way her glasses are being stared at. If she's curious enough, she'll ask. "Please forgive my indiscretion. I let my curiosity get the better of me. I've never seen anyone quite like you." She finally allows that smile to take her mouth, even going so far as to show a brief flash of teeth. "The honey lemon tea is wonderful. I think it's my favourite. I'm in the mood for chamomile at the moment, though." She gives the tea machine a hopeful look.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:54 pm
Cerceris blushes and hops sideways out of the path between this strange woman and the tea machine. After a moment's analysis, Cerceris decides that it isn't too weird for the lady to be curious about the extra legs poking out from carefully placed holes in her shirt. She hasn't seen many people here at the Academy yet, but none of them have been Aanida. Several seem to be mixes of human and not-human, but none of them have appeared to have as many legs as she does. Or eyes, for that matter. This train of thought brings her wandering mind back to the woman currently dipping a tea bag in her own cup of scalding water.
"Why are you wearing those dark glasses? It isn't that bright inside."
Half a moment's thought reminds her that there are certain rules that must be followed in society.
"Um, I'm Cerceris. Number 003. Pleased... to meet you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:56 pm
The Aanida girl nods as her future teacher explains her ocular difficulties. Her eyes are somewhat sensitive to light as well, though not as bad as Tabitha's seem to be if all it takes is sunlight to set them off. As the older woman sips her tea, Cerceris is reminded of the delightfully warm mug in her own hands. She takes another pleasant sip of this honey lemon nectar of the gods, and almost misses Tabitha's departing speech. Before she can swallow her tea and ask for directions to the Cerise wing, the teacher is gone. Cerceris briefly considers going after her, but decides against it. She seems busy, and maybe a little of something else too. I wonder where her office is, though...
Without warning, a map of the school presents itself behind her eyes. The outlines of the various rooms all glow a faint teal, except for one part that is outlined in a dark red not dissimilar from the teacher's hair colour. That must be it. Uh... thanks, Feed. Now, I wonder where I am... A bright yellow asterisk appears inside of one of the rooms which she assumes is the library. And my room? A different square becomes orange. As Cerceris exits the library and turns, she is pleased to discover that the internal map adjusts its orientation so that the direction she is facing is always at the top. She finds her way back to her dormitory half by sight and half by the map, getting used to this aspect of the Feed's usefulness. She even manages not to run into anything while concentrating on the image in her head. She slips back into her shared dormitory room quietly, pleased with the overall result of her outing.
[End RP]
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