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.

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[counterblows]

Beat me with a shirt. You know, that'd be a first for me.

[It's not a grappling hook or a locker, but Freelancers are nothing if not adept at improvising. He no longer so sourly hates it when they do that; with the Reds and Blues, you learn to adapt.]

[uptightness]

That saying you want to cross it off your bucket list?

[Not a true question as she turns, a smile on her face, still trying to find something agreeable for her.]

[counterblows]

I'm just saying that it's on someone's.

[If anyone could pull it off, he'd put his money on her.]

It's gonna be weird. Getting used to the...armor. [The lack thereof, he means.]

[uptightness]

[She might be able to think of who that someone could be.]

Like you're a little naked.

[Getting what he means. Maybe it is why she's not just taking anything and being pickier... The armor's been there long enough that it is what is normal to her, the weight of it, feeling encompassed.]

[counterblows]

It's just weird not having that weight. I guess most people here get by without it, so...in theory, we could too.

[And equipment maintenance would be a hell of a lot easier if it wasn't in constant use. Might come in handy in combat situations, but the frequency and occurrence of those can be difficult to predict. Moving around in full armor usually just...safer. More efficient.]

[uptightness]

[It is the fact that the armor does a lot for them... Not that she can't fight or protect herself without it, but she is in a better position to do so when she is. It's... lacking that familiar presence, although she knows that she had pushed Epsilon too hard sometimes, causing her enhancements to fail.]

In theory that works...

[And holding up this doozy of a sweater. Because, no. Just no. There is no way that she is not wearing her armor and wearing something like this instead.]

... in reality...

[counterblows]

[All you need to pull off a thing like that is, allegedly, the confidence to wear it shamelessly. Wash, for his part, doesn't really want to find out if that theory holds any water. He's good, thanks.]

Oh, what. Not a fan of unicorns?

You could ask Muffet to make it a little less, uh...eccentric. [Wait, fuck, does she know...?] You...know who Muffet is, right? Giant spider?

[Yeah, they've got one of those here. No big. She's nice.]

[uptightness]

Do I look like I'm a fan of unicorns?

[Choose your words wisely, Wash!

But, the expression on her face likely says enough. She has no idea who Muffet is. Someone he's met here, would be her guess, although she can't say that she is expecting that answer.]

Uh. No. Haven't run across any giant spider.

[counterblows]

She's okay, as far as giant spiders go. Kind of...purple? Wears bows?

[You sound fucking crazy, Washington. You always sound fucking crazy, and don't ever let yourself forget that that's all that you are, that you've still lost your mind in some ways and the whole point of losing your mind is that it's almost impossible to get back.]

[The frown puckering his forehead is one of the reasons he prefers wearing his helmet.]

I mean we...had a flying elevator here, so I guess anything is possible.

[uptightness]

[He says it, like it's normal...

Although for him, maybe by now it is. Yet she is having a hard time trying to picture a purple spider wearing bows. On her legs? Does she have hair? All she can think of is Caboose telling a story, because a giant purple spider with bows seems right up his alley.

Heck, he'd be best friends with it.]

And sorry, where does this giant spider live?

[counterblows]

[To be fair, Muffet isn't exactly hard to befriend. Allegedly, she's downright impossible not to befriend.]

One of the islets. Third one, I think. She's usually at that...restaurant place, though.

[He refuses to call it "Denny" on the principle of it.]

[uptightness]

Denny?

[Because yes, Carolina has been told about it.]

How giant of a spider are we talking about?

[counterblows]

Yeah. Uh...that. [He manages to actually avoid saying it, which is nice.]

About person-sized? I guess she's pretty good at weaving since she's, uh...literally a giant spider.

[uptightness]

[Somehow... She was expecting dinosaur size or something. Not that person sized isn't big for a spider, but after talking rabbits, why not a spider that can step on humans and kill them?

Not that she wants that.]

But she talks? Or does she weave her messages?

[There better not be a pig involved.]

[counterblows]

No, she...she talks. She's like anyone else, just...you know, a spider. Spider-shaped. Everyone acts like it's not that weird, so I guess it's not.

[There are just...strange sights around here. Strange things that you see, and you kind of adjust and get used to shrugging them off, because they might be weird but that doesn't make them bad, and he has learned to prioritize bad over that which is simply strange.]

[uptightness]

Weird went out the window a while ago.

[But, she supposes it's just another thing to add to the list. It's not like she would freak out and run off screaming, or worse, try to kill it. At least not right off the bat.]

And I'm starting to think it is all relative here. Not... that saying that makes it click just yet in my brain.

[counterblows]

Flying elevators, flowers that make you sick, and dead agents walking? [Wash huffs, a skeptical huh that doesn't have the same tenor as when he does it behind the cover of his helmet.]

I kind of gave up drawing arbitrary lines my first month here.

[uptightness]

I don't know...

[That seemingly contemplative tone to her voice as her eyes flick up again. No matter what else there was, she knew that Wash has that capacity for compassion.]

You'd done rather well with the Reds and Blues before I came charging in to the picture. If anyone can roll with these punches, I'd probably place my money on you.

[counterblows]

Well, okay, they don't count. They're all human. Mostly.

[Lopez, uh, isn't, but that doesn't really matter. He spends most of his time occupying the requisite "roll your eyes at all this fucking absurdity" position on Red Team.]

[uptightness]

Uh huh. I'd likely have shot them on the spot...

[Possibly. She won't rule it out anyway. Somedays, she still debates it, but only jokingly. It's more fun to mess around with them considering she's got enough of a reputation that it mostly keeps them in line. They'd complimented her singing, after all, and she's horrible at that.]

[counterblows]

Not usually an option here, anyway.

[Or rather, it seems like a waste of precious ammunition, which is considerably more of a concern for Wash. He's not Carolina; his C.Q.C. was never all that advanced or capable, and while he can hold his own in a fight of that magnitude, he's a far better marksman than he is a martial artist.]

[uptightness]

[It wouldn't be the possible lack of ammo that would stop her. She's made due before. Don't need a gun in her hand to land a punch or a kick. It isn't that they aren't here either. They aren't. Even if they were, she wouldn't, not now.]

Even if it were...

[She wouldn't.]

I've learned it's more amusing to watch them squirm anyway.

[counterblows]

[He grins, briefly, for the moment forgetting that he doesn't have the shield of a visor to block off his expression when it pinches. Drops, closing into solemnity.]

...you ever miss them?

[Swear to god, he never thought he would. Never would've thought any of it, but he never planned on living this long, anyway.]

[uptightness]

[It isn't missed, as fleeting as it is. It makes him look a little younger, a little more like the weight of the world doesn't always rest on their shoulders. Usually of their own doing, because of what they've done.

That low rumble in her chest, as close to a laugh as she's going to give, glancing off.]

Didn't think I would, but, it's quiet without them, you know?

[She'd missed it, all of it, what she used to have. It's not the same, but it ever will be. They aren't a replacement for what she's lost, but something new.]

[counterblows]

Doesn't feel right. Not having some morons to micromanage all hours of the day.

[The most absurdly lucky and unexpectedly hypercompetent morons in existence, to the point where Wash privately thinks he might have become a little superfluous at this point. They can handle themselves well enough without him.]

[Not sure where that leaves him.]