and I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz [backdated to before current mission]

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Tess has come at Murbella's request, though that doesn't mean she'll be doing so in a way that quite matches any of the woman's expectations. Though called an acolyte, there's no sign of the robes characteristic of the Bene Gesserit. She has a black high-necked bodysuit, not quite a catsuit but close, under a short electric-blue jacket, its snaps

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[worm_dancer]

Sheeana follows, using Prana Bindu to hide her nervousness. She does wear the black Reverend Mother's robes, to emphasize her authority to the two new acolytes. She'd tried to impress on her student how liberal of a teacher she is, how exacting anyone else would be. In a way this is as much a test of her as it is of her student: will her unconventional teaching style bear fruit?

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More than anything, Murbella is curious.

She has arrived before the others, and a good thing too: the White Room is now once again worthy of its name, thanks to the efforts of her two acolytes, who as proper Bene Gesserit live to serve.

Honored Matres would've tried to enslave some hippie NPC male to make him clean the stain out of the white carpet.

The acolytes flank their Mother Superior now, one at each side, standing behind her. One holds a box, smooth featureless black plaz, looking something like this. The other holds a caddy full of cleaning supplies

[deep_sky_diving]

"I'm gonna guess you want the subjective part've'it an' not the objective, 'cause that'd take a while," Tess says with a smile. Not that she doesn't smile most of the time. "It weren't really somethin' that was planned out. That's how grasshoppers like me are. We find interestin' things'n we go fer'm. It's in the name, jumpin' around everywhere." She purses her lips for a moment.

She goes over the story-their first sparring, her training with Sheeana in physical and meditative aspects, her broadly learning the philosophy and methods of the order. All of it painted in broad strokes, and with the... unique touches of dialect and slang, a Southern girl's mannerisms smashed up with with those of some space-punk.

"It's the job've us-" -a grasshopper, not a Bene Gesserit- "-to get knowledge, learn everythin'. Find what's good'n pass it on." No complex definitions of ethics, here: just the ideal good, like some angel behind her eyes that shows through her microexpressions even with the broad encumbrance of the goggles. "You got twenty

[worm_dancer]

"Tess has absorbed everything with remarkable speed. Her previous background has made up for the age difference between her and other first year Acolytes." Sheeana said, trying to keep herself from covering for her student's flaws. She may look flighty, but she has the best interests of humanity at heart, not herself or her own group.

"However she still isn't entirely comfortable without that suit on." As a Fremen, Sheeana knew the feeling, but even they could relax in sietch.

She watched Murbella and her box. Surely she could tell that a conventional Gom Jabbar test wouldn't work on her? Something subtler would be needed.