CLOTHING ADVENTURES

[lightlessfuture]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.


There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

Comments

[counterblows]

I was in full armor at the time.

[He's pretty sure that the only people who wander around in full body armor like they're still fighting an intergalactic war in the future are himself, C.T., and Carolina. There are Keith's people, but their armor isn't quite as...cohesive as the more standard UNSC issue variants.]

[yourattention]

Oh! Okay, yeah yeah. You look hotter in civilian clothes.

[Connor's hands fly up to cover his mouth, because every once in a while he just says? Weird things? About people? And he can't stop himself.

It's a shit side effect of his death penalty, but he hasn't quite figured that out yet.]

[counterblows]

You...said that out loud.

[He seems less bemused than he does...concerned.]

Did you mean to say that out loud?

[yourattention]

[He shakes his head. And then, because he remembers people can't really see him:]

No. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. [The words should sound strained. Instead they sound bright, chipper even - but if Wash can see him? Connor's started clawing at his throat.] Nothing that can't change if I give it my attention.

[counterblows]

[It is hard to squint at someone without paying all that much attention to them. Attention. Funny.]

I can't give you any attention. If I focus on you... [He turns, trying to catch Connor in more than his periphery. As predicted, it fails. He has to let his gaze purposefully drift, his eyes slide out of focus. And then, in just a moment - ]

[The kid looks like he's having some trouble.]

Are you okay?

1/2

[yourattention]

I'm fine. [He's frantically shaking his head, hoping Wash can see him.] Never been better.

[yourattention]

[There has to be a way to - Connor disappears out of Wash's sight deliberately and then there's a crumpled page from a planner being thrown at him:]

the words are all wrong

[counterblows]

[He fumbles the catch, squinting at the words as he smooths the paper with a soft crackle. The words are all wrong.]

You can't be seen right...and you can't be heard right.

[Well, that is a fucking bitch of a penalty. Makes him kinda glad he didn't die. Kinda, vaguely, because there are few things that he think could truly - ]

[He doesn't dwell on that vein of thought.]

That seems very...fucked.

[yourattention]

That's just how it is here.

[That, at least, is almost verbatim what he wants to say. It's just been edited for, uh. A PG-13 audience.]

You die. You come back. There's a price.

[counterblows]

How long does that last?

[He doesn't sound concerned that it'll be permanent, but to be fair, even death isn't permanent all the time where he comes from either.]

[yourattention]

About a week.

[He's never died outside of reduced death penalties so he actually doesn't know it can be longer.]

It's usually not this bad, I just drew the short straw.

[counterblows]

So you get to leave passive-aggressive post-it notes for people for the next week. I guess worse things have been known to happen.

[Wow, Mr. Sympathy over here.]

[yourattention]

The sun still works and I haven't had to bomb anything lately, so overall this is barely top five.

[That's . . . not quite true? He hates this, actually.]

Catch.

[It's just a Harvard t-shirt. There's a really complex, multi-layered joke here - no, actually there isn't it's a Legally Blonde joke. It's just a Legally Blonde joke.]

[counterblows]

[His reflexes are sharp, if nothing else - catlike, one might say. He manages to catch the shirt and unfurl it to regard the proud words on the front.]

Harvard. I'm pretty sure that's the wrong state for it.

[It's Washington, but no one in space understood his geography jokes anyway.]

[yourattention]

You're supposed to say: "Is this a half loop stitch on china silk?"

[Listen: Dear Evan Hansen is a musical so I have to use the line from the Legally Blonde musical.]

I can find a Starbucks shirt if you want though.

[counterblows]

[God, where's Donut where you need him? He's probably seen Legally Blonde. He can probably recite the entire thing flawlessly. He probably cries every time.]

"Starbucks" is a little ambitious when we only have the one guy with coffee plants.