voiceoverdue: (female)
Cecil wasn't actually hiding. He even had the door open! But he hadn't really had any plans tonight, except for calling ♥Carlos♥, which was not going to happen now. And he wasn't really inclined to make any new ones when he wasn't even really sure how to move in this body.

So he was in his room, curled up with Foucault (he still couldn't tell if his/her gender had changed or not), and reading a book. He didn't even care if it was municipally approved, so there! He was in an awkward mood.
voiceoverdue: (female)
Cecil did not want to get out of bed this morning. It was warm and soft and outside was cold! But...he had a job.

Reluctantly, he stumbled out of bed, feeling a bit...odd. It wasn't until he'd actually taken off his shirt to shower that he realized what was going on. Because...oh. Um.

He managed a shower, despite being...squishier than usual. And his clothes still fit, at least! For once he was glad not to have finished puberty (again) yet.

He could do this! He could!

...His shoes were too big. Somehow that was the last straw. He took deep breaths to avoid freaking out, freaked out anyway, put on a few pairs of socks, tried to tell himself that at least his feet might be warm!, and made himself keep strong for Foucault. Who might be female, too? Unless she was female all the time, because how did you tell? It wasn't like people where women had soft parts and squishy bits and...oh, god, he was going to be a complete failure as a girl.



[Closed door, open post!]
voiceoverdue: (wee)
Cecil bounced out of bed rather noisily, then checked himself and tiptoed in case Sholeh was still asleep. Then yiped, because the floor was COLD! He hurried to put on a couple pairs of (mismatched) socks and a sweater, then peeked out the door to see if anyone else was awake yet.


[Open door and post!]
voiceoverdue: (shocked)
After the radio broadcast, Cecil did as he'd promised and came back to his room and hugged Foucault a lot. And fed him; he was about the size of a really large turkey now, and his adult feathers hadn't even started coming in yet.

Then he fussed about his blood-stone circle for a while to make sure it was perfect before he commenced one of the oldest and most important rituals he knew, which basically translated to "please leave me alone".

He could do this. He hoped.


[OOC: open room and post!]
voiceoverdue: (please)
Cecil hated Homecoming voting; it hadn't even occurred to him he'd have to do it four more times here! He was dismayed to discover that people from all grades were eligible for the court, and even more to realize that he had a 50% chance of being selected. Surely he was technically too young to be submitted to...that?

He quickly and emphatically marked "Raleigh Becket" for his vote for male and winced as he chose the only female. He didn't even know Daphne, and now he wasn't sure he ever would.

[Open door and post!]
voiceoverdue: (the most awesome tie)
So class today had been a bit dull, what with it just being unknowable cryptography; I mean, Tuesday, right? Not terribly unexpected. Cecil had livened it up a bit by making his message to the future all about the wonders of Carlos.

Which meant that now he was pretty darn homesick. So he'd just be lying about, polishing his bloodstone circle and trying not to sigh too loudly.



[open door and post!]
voiceoverdue: (psychedelic headache)
Cecil was somehow getting used to the fact his roommate was a librarian; he even felt sort of daring. And he was very slowly getting used to the - ugh! - humidity. He'd been rather guiltily enjoying eating bread and cookies and other wheat and wheat by-products, having been assured they didn't go evil here.

So forgive him if he was sitting on his bed, legs curled up, suspiciously eyeing the cake that had appeared on the chair across the room. He knew he hadn't left it there, and Sholeh hadn't been in, but it was just there. It didn't seem to be biting yet, but he didn't quite trust it.


[OOC: Open door and post!]

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