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Cecil packed up his stuff...well, more or less neatly. Sort of. He didn't anticipate being gone long, but just in case, he didn't want to leave a mess. He'd e-mailed all his friends to let them know, and now just had this last thing to do. There were so far a small pile of things to take home, and a larger pile of things to leave for now. Foucault was watching with interest and poking his nose in all the bags to help.

"Foucault!" Cecil said for the fortieth time. "Behave, or I'll never finish before our portal comes!"


[Open door, open post - Cecil is leaving till Fall, so catch him if you like! If you think you got his e-mail, you did.]

Cecil had barely been able to contain himself enough to make it through the portal, but the sight on the other end was worth it.

"♥Carlos♥!" He flung himself into his boyfriend's arms and kissed him for less time than he would've liked before grinning and ushering his friends forward for introductions. "Everybody, Carlos. Carlos, Everybody!"

He was shedding his coat and jacket and mittens and scarf and everything as fast as he could. "Oh, it is so nice to be warm again! Did you get the paperwork and everything?"

"I got the paperwork, Cecil," Carlos answered indulgently. He handed each of the others an envelope. "Official visitor's permits, standard declaration for tax purposes of up to six limbs per person, and a waiver for the weekly requirement of eating at Big Rico's Pizza, just in case."

He gestured at the packets. "Also there's a certification that you and your luggage are completely free of wheat and wheat by-products, and a form releasing the City Council from any responsibility for injury or illness due to existential crisis." He held up a hand. "Really, don't ask. Just sign them and leave them buried outside tonight. I've got a shovel. My car's over here; anybody need help with their bags?"

[OOC: OCD free and open to those joining Cecil for Spring Break!]

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!]

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!]

Yeah, so canon actually decided to give Cecil a full name. Which we never really thought they would. *facepalm*

So, yeah! His name totally always was Cecil Gershwin Palmer! ALWAYS.

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!]

Sorry for the lateness! I'd like to give a really good excuse, but honestly...I just kept forgetting. Anyhoo...

( Night Vale! )

( Cecil! )

( Me! )

"Hello, this is Cecil. If this is someone from Fandom, just speak after the beep, and I imagine this thing will let me know. If you're calling from Night Vale, whisper your message into the refrigerator fruit bin, then take out a mango and hurl it into the void, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Thanks!"