Old Blue Eyes

Lavender Heights Community College 
#1
outfit = this plus a big gray cardigan


Robin was having a hard time not laughing aloud at the novelty of being back on a college campus. She hadn't realized how old she had gotten, that she could march down the sidewalk with a massive purse slung over her arm and feel that she was surrounded completely by babies. Babies! So much untended hair and sweatpants, more than she could take in at once. It was endearing and hilarious.

She asked one such adult child for directions to a xenobiology department and was directed, loosely, to one of the few buildings on the campus. From there, she used her phone to find a room number and set off, arriving at the door of Professor François at 9:10 on a Friday. She dug around in her purse for a moment to find a Kleenex to swipe at the perpetual shine across her nose and forehead, then tapped on the door. "Professor?"
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#2


Her office was perpetually freezing. Oriane loved the warmth of summer, being able to wear such beautiful dresses and skirts on these days, but buildings with scientific and electronic equipment had a way of needing to overcompensate. And so, she donned a little blue fuzzy sweater over her dress, cozied into it.

Today was a good day. Today was a day she was supposedly to meet with someone with abilities. Not particularly showy ones, but she claimed to at least have control over her eye color. Oriane had prepared some questions that she simply could not wait to ask.

The woman who approached her door and said her name was met with a smile. "Yes, come in, you are...?" she asked, because one could never be too sure.
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#3
Robin smiled back, unnecessarily delighted to see the professor was a woman her size. She held out a warm hand. "Robin, nice to meet you."

Take a seat, or...? Shuttle immediately into an MRI machine? Actually, a community college probably wouldn't have one of those. Probably?
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#4
"Ahh, Madame Robin!" she answered with a slight Frenchness to her pronunciation, eyes widened. "Yes, yes, come, let me—"

She rose, going to close the door so they might have some privacy, and then she held her hand out genially.

"Welcome welcome, I am Dr. François, or Oriane, whichever you prefer. How lovely to meet you. You are the one who your eyes colors change, yes?" Oriane asked in a rhetorical flurry, though she knew the answer to that because she'd been looking forward to this meeting all morning.
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#5
Robin continued to smile as the woman bustled, pulling her sweater sleeves down and having a look around the office. "Yup, that's me!"
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#6
Well, no handshake then. Oriane took her hand back and folded it with her other one as she returned to her seat.

Yes, that was her, and like most of today's youth she would need to be led in conversation. She hummed and looked over the preliminary survey, tapping the edge of her fingertip to the description of her abilities, before looking up at her.

"C'est bon. Can you display this ability for me?"
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Robin realized she had missed a handshake just as Oriane pulled back; whoops. She followed the professor in sitting, leaning down to set her purse between her feet and swinging her braids over her shoulder as she straightened up. "Sure thing," she confirmed, and felt a slight flush as she looked for a moment into the woman's eyes and decided it was going to be too weird to do it while making eye contact.

She rubbed her hands together and then wedged them underneath her legs, staring at the corner of the desk and concentrating. Unbeknownst to both of them, a negation bubble swelled and grew through the confines of the office, and visibly, Robin's eyes lightened rapidly into a pale sky blue.

Once she was pretty sure she had the thing in place, she looked back at Oriane. "Are they blue?"
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#8
Oriane watched closely as the woman settled in to do as she requested. She appeared to have no film in her eyes, no advanced color changing contact lenses were doing the tricks.

They quite simply bled to blue right before her eyes.

"Incredible," she scribbled it into her notebook, especially how the woman could simply do it on command. "And how long have you had this ability?"
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