This choice: Hannah Hammond A Senior beauty who seems friendly..very friendly..too friendly.. • Go Back...Chapter #6Hannah Hammond, Prim and Preppy Primitive by: Bobo the Hobo   "Oh, are you my new roommate?"
Now this, this was the type of life form that Meitnerium was used to seeing. No more of the dumpy, huge ones lumbering around the backwater campus that she'd marooned herself on. This girl had flair! She was a little shorter than Meitty, but not by much, with long brown hair and pretty blue eyes. With her tight waist and her full assets, she looked like the kind of girl that Meitnerium was used to hanging out with. Maybe being stuck on this gawdawful mud ball wouldn't be so bad?
Poor thing didn't have any antennae though. Some people were into that, she supposed...
"Uh... yeah?" Meitnerium answered in half, "I mean, for the time being anyway."
"Right? At least until they tell you you're in the wrong room" the life form behind the door laughed, "C'mon in."
The girl retreated further into the dorm, leaving the doorway wide open. Shrugging her shoulders, Meitnerium followed suit.
Her temporary domocile couldn't have been temporary enough. If the rest of the campus hadn't been any indication, the decor of where they expected her to stay was decidedly lacking. Everything was... grounded. Like on legs. Nothing was hovering, which meant that if she wanted to ever rearrange this sty, she'd have to (ugh!) drag everything on the floor. There was this sad little screen and two hard looking couches. To her right, there was this big white box and containers against the wall. What the hell even were those things? What could possibly go in them?
But she tried, at least she thought she was trying, to be polite. These primitive folks hadn't given her any reason to call Protectorate of Sentient Species yet (not that she could without any bars). The fact that they had houses and rooms and big buildings where they all sat inside with moderately functioning air conditioning was a silver lining in itself, she guessed. Whenever she pictured Primitives, Meitnerium always thought of, like... cave people. Unga bunga. That noise.
"So I'm Hannah." the primitive said with a smile as the door clicked behind them, "And, uh, if you don't mind me saying so... you're looking kinda rough. What exactly happened?"
Friggin' Faith, what was the right answer? As in, the answer that didn't make her seem like she was an alien. If she was going to do this, she might as well do it right!
"Oh, uh... just a little... crash?" Meitnerium guessed, "Yeah, there was some... uh... vehicular impact up the road. I had to walk up here."
"Like... a car crash?" Hannah repeated, furrowing her brows at what was, apparently, a less than sterling example of primitive speak
"Yes. Car crash. Totally." the green girl leapt onto that, "Like, I just barely got here."
"Damn girl, that's rough." Hannah frowned, "But hey, props to you for your motivation. You walk off a car crash to come to prep school? I don't think anyone else in this academy would have done that. Was there anyone with you? Are they okay?"
"Oh, no, I was by myself." Meitnerium dismissed, "I was just driving along when I got pulled in by orbit. Like, I tried pulling up, y'know, but it just didn't work. I mean, when outside of holos does that work, amiright?"
Judging by the blank stare on Hannah's face, Meitnerium wasn't doing as good a job at blending in as she originally intended. Thankfully the primitive laughed, taking what she'd said as some kind of joke. She just smiled and nodded, relieving the suddenly very conscious Meitnerium.
Ugh, why was it so hard to bring herself down to these primitives' level?!
"Riiiight..." Hannah said with a strained smile, "Well, the bathroom's right over there if you want to go freshen up a little. I mean, you know, you're gonna have to change into your uniform anyway right? Plus the whole... car crash victim you've got going on there.... uh..."
"Meitnerium." Friggin' Faith. Did that sound Primitive enough? Did she really need to worry about sounding primitive when her skin was green? "Meitnerium Perioda."
"Ooookay, um... Meitty..." Hannah seemed to have trouble pronouncing her name (it's a very common name!) "Well, uh, I think we're about the same size. If you want, you can go take a bath. Put on my spare uniform. Get out of those..."
Meitnerium looked down, fully realizing just how much of her glorious green bod was on display.
"Well, I'd call them clothes but..." Hannah laughed a little, "They're more like rags now."
***
With a flick of this sad little physical switch in the wall, the so-called bathroom was alight. Everything was a soft yellow and white; also this room was way bigger than it should have been.
The toilet, Meitnerium recognized. That's where you, uh... did your business.
But the size of that sanitation station! It was huge! It took up, like, half the room! On Metalement (and most civilized parts of the universe!) all it was was like this little faucet built into the wall! You'd stand under it, input your demand, and poof! You were clean!
But here there was this curtain and this weird basin. And like, a hole in the floor. Why would these primitives need a curtain? There was already a door.
Faith. Guess that's why they were called primitives. Always reinventing the wheel instead of proper sanitation stations.
So Meitnerium stripped down, exposing her lithe green form fully to the otherwise empty room. Woof, she did look rough. The mirror in the bathroom showed her just how bruised and beaten she'd gotten in that wreck. Her clothes were tattered, yeah, but she didn't realize just how dirty she'd gotten. Her muscles were sore and achey.
All the more reason to get in a nice, relaxing sanitation.
"Clean, please." Meitnerium commanded, standing underneath the showerhead.
...
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