The X-Project

Suitemates meet, and Tat gets to see more of Cess then she thought she would.


Cess clutched her duffel bag to her chest as she opened the door to the suite. Her eyes studied the room nervously, trying to remember which room was hers. She wondered if either of her suite-mates was in. It would be easier to tell if one of the rooms was occupied and she didn't have to stumble her way around.

Tat was, in two words, wigging out. She couldn't stop talking - muttering to herself, typing on the computer - and it all was in that weird verse, and she couldn't stop herself. She yanked open her door to possibly go drown herself (or take a shower, where no one would hear her anyway, but then she came up short.

"Err, hello? I'm sorry, are you lost or are you another roommate?"

Cessily couldn't help herself, for that split second of startled fear, she lost control. She turned into a puddle on the floor.

.... Puddle. She just-

Tatiana stared at the floor, her mouth opening and closing. "What am I going to do? What am I going to say? The girl's gone. She was here and now is- What should I do?!" She dropped to her knees on the carpet - she'd think that she'd not seen her, except that she'd been there, and now there was a puddle, and- Oh, god.

Cessily forced herself through the embarrassment of her loss of control and reformed, naked, but vaguely human-shaped. "I'm so sorry! I was just startled and I kind of ... do that when I get scared. Or embarrassed. Or upset. Or anything really." She clutched her arms over her chest, not that she had nipples, but it was the principle of the thing.

Tatiana's eyes widened. "Oh, holy crap. I thought I had killed you and would have to explain it."

That startled a laugh out of her. She looked down and shook her head. "No, I just... don't have the best control." She tried not to let embarrassment linger. "Anyway, I'm Cessily. I'm supposed to be in this suite? I hope first impressions aren't THAT bad if we're going to be living together?"

"I'm Tatiana Caban. I didn't know if Inez was just it, Cessily." Tat's brows knit. "It's good to have someone else, just so I can make more friends, if you want." She wished, still, she could stop talking. What was weirder then someone suddenly saying they needed friends?

Cess ducked her head, then smiled up at Tatiana. "That would be nice, I've been a bit out of touch for a while and now.." She gestured around the room. "New place, new face. I've only met the staff so far, I'm supposed to start classes on Monday."

Tat cleared her throat. "It's really hard, indeedy. Er- You might want to get dressed, Cessily?" Her brows knit. "I... Things are a bit odd at the moment. I can only speak the truth."

Her hands flew to her face, then back to cover her body. She finally remembered to reach down and grab her dress. She frantically tugged it on over her head. "I'm so sorry! You'd think I'd remember, that's the whole reason I wear dresses that are so easy to get back on!"

"It's okay, I promise you. I just thought a reminder would help you." Tatiana made a face - she wasn't fond of the syllabic prison she was locked into. "Can I help you move into your new room? Our suite needs more people, too."

As Cess smoothed her dress down, she peered at her new suite mate. "Pardon me if I'm out of line, but... are you speaking in free verse?"

"You're not out of line, but it's not free. Seven, seven and three syllables, yes, indeed." She didn't look particularly happy about it, either.

"That sounds... frustrating." Cessily changed the subject at the look on Tatiana's face. "I don't have much, but I would welcome the help."

"You understate well, you know," Tatiana shook her head before shrugging. "I didn't have anything, to be true. So I understand, I know. It'll get better, though, I do so promise."