[sylvanSpider]

=-=-=ZEKE=-=-=

Zeke's mind was also obviously racing, though it was only in part due to the fact that they were probably thinking about getting into the drug trade. If she wanted to, she could be one of the wealthier students on campus. He was sure that even the plants would be as illegal is the synthetic substances, obviously. Any mind-altering chemical, natural or otherwise, was generally frowned upon in the scholarly community ironically enough. Zeke, when pressed, couldn't think of any scholar that wasn't on something, but he remembered reading that even caffeine was on the books for potential no-no's on campus, and as far as he was concerned, it was one of the lesser of any of the drugs.

The other part was definitely the chellix he'd just partaken in. His hands now tapped on his thigh and his mind was in several places. The aforementioned taking up about half of those places. The other half were consisting of food possibilities, wondering when one or the other of his parental units would bother him (he was grateful that it'd been a few weeks, which meant he was due for a holo-video session with one or both of them soon), his class schedule (now beyond the agitating gen-ed shit that should have been learned in primary education), and his books (both physical and digital, all safely in his possession). He'd also already met with several of his professors and had firmly established himself as one who would not take false information to heart so they had better know their shit.

George, seeing the smile, lifted her head and as Zeke was standing fairly close to Neel was able to nuzzle her head against her shoulder as he passed. “Then Earthican it is,” Zeke said grinning. He didn't even seem to notice George's claws digging into his shoulders. Though, if one were to look closely, they'd find that the fabric was much thicker on his shoulders than any other part of his top. He'd had his shirts custom-made to deal with a dragon's claws, playing a large part to the miracle that was the wholeness of Zeke's clothing. “You ready for another hoverboard trip? The joint I've got in mind is on the other side of the Poppy District.”

=-=-=MAGALI=-=-=

Meeqa seemed to meld in with her surroundings, her body immediately liquifying and moving to the beat in that hypnotic fashion of hers. Magali, however, was stiff as a board, taking everything in with wide eyes. She became aware that she was staring at her roommate and shook her head coming back to life when she spoke, “Well, it seems we're in luck then, huh?” She giggled, looking at her friend sheepishly, “As I've been needing a new muse.”

Magali wet her lips as her mouth had gone dry (presumably because of all of the open-mouthed gaping she'd been doing) and watched as Meeqa snaked her way up onto the stage. None tried to stop her, instead, heads were turned in her direction. Magali couldn't take her eyes off of her. Meeqa's movements were fluid, graceful...hypnotizing. The colors swirled on Meeqa's bodice like technicolor creamer swirling in the brown of the coffee and the darkness of the rest of the club. “I'd love to learn...I want to learn!” Magali added, nervous at her own lack of confidence. She'd never been on a stage before. And to think she was offering to teach her to dance like that!