<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9QySb8P.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Anima</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052547#msg12052547)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Little Shanghai/Reaching out to touch someone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>The Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>2</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stress and Consequences</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Ego Stress</strong></td><td>1[ ] 2[ ] 3[ ]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Morph Stress</strong></td><td>1[ ] 2[ ] 3[ ]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Muse Stress</strong></td><td>1[ ] 2[ ]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Mild Consequence (2)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>When the defining characteristic of your body is arms it necessitates certain aesthetic adjustments in the category of fashion.  Anima had just finished piecing together enough money to buy the last piece of her ensemble.  They were a variety of short sleeves that fitted onto her tentacles close to her body.  Fashioned with open strips to allow the suction cups to peek through and hold the sleeves snugly in place.  Each was different, though they all featured some degree of purple.  The most recent one had the cartoony face of a black cat with purple eyes.  These sleeves had their own utilitarian uses as well, small pockets for her medical tools or writing utensils and the like.<br/><br/>The sleeves weren't the only things she wore of course, she also had what could be best described as an octopus beanie.  It was a hat that fit over the large mantle, but was also designed to soak up and store water for prolonged periods of time.  It was hardly useful for anything other than making her feel slightly more comfortable, which was fine with her.<br/><br/>She pretended not to notice her Muse pinging her about a message that had been received, perhaps just for her own amusement.  She walked along the street-walks, most people avoiding her--there was something about beings that moved like spiders that put people off, a lizard-brain phenomenon she enjoyed making use of.  Slowly but steadily Persona's pinging became more persistent until Anima finally decided to acquiesce and see what it was he wanted.<br/><br/><em>Private message for you,</em>the voice in her head explained,<em>seems legitimate.</em>Persona was always straight to the point, though he did have his moments.<br/><br/>She was only halfway through the obscure and uninformative message before she started receiving more messages, this time from a live chat room she was added into.  She finished reading the instructions before she then began to skim through the previous messages in the chat room's history.  Meanwhile, in meat-space, the smell of food was getting distracting so she decided to look around for somewhere to eat, preferably raw fish or crabs.<br/><br/><hr/># Welcome to Æther Jabber #<br/>### type /help for help ###<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>(=ↀωↀ=)✧<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>I have a question.  Have you seen a place selling crab?<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>I think the Art Dealers and Collectors won't fit in, Little Shanghai tends to not attract certain types...especially not those with the money to buy Old Masterpieces!<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>James?  I don't think I look like a James...<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>Place to stay?  I have an office if you want to sleep on the couch.  I'm told it's comfortable!<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>Also I know a noodle shop we could meet at, though they don't serve crab.<br/><strong>Anima:</strong>I am the Doctor, I'm no art appraiser  (▰˘︹˘▰)<br/><hr/><br/>She then preemptively began to saunter off in the direction of the noodle shop.