Up until recently maintained as a museum, the childhood home of the Braddock family has been pressed into service as classroom space for the University. Additionally, the increased demands have led to the main ballroom being converted into a cafeteria for University students on a meal plan. The old library has been bolstered with college textbooks.
"I don't know. It's... I don't really think of it as fooling anybody unless I'm doing it intentionally? I just am who I am and even if I didn't feel like I have to hide I'd change how I look just for fun. It's like... picking clothes. But I know that people here see it differently. Your shape is important enough to you that you're at least a little concerned about not being quite where you 'should' have been, right? I guess I just don't want to upset anybody. But then I'm also not sure if my 'normal' shape is something that I should wear around all the time..."
"No, yeah, I get it... I mean, kinda. And I know there's a couple people here who don't exactly look like everybody else either, but... well, I guess nobody here really knows what we look like, right?"
"Well that's what I mean... I'd try just being myself occasionally, but if it's gonna spook people... I'm already ashamed enough for my people without that, you know?"
"I get what you're saying. I'll admit that trying for a 'real me' is... well, a choice for me. Including, if I'm honest, deciding what the 'real me' is."
"I mean, honestly, the real me is a whole bunch of faces and shapes. And moods. I just figured people wouldn't want to see a Golaxian slime-beast eating breakfast."
Shari nods. "I'm a fan of weird head stuff. You know, instead of hair." she says as her hair bunches together into about a dozen or so tentacles that flop down around her face."
"Well there's horns too or feathers or antennae or you mix and match them. Like so." she says and the tentacles separate into hairs again while two big feathery moth-like feelers sprout from her temples and backwards across her head.