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"Of course you're going to be okay, don't be stupid." Clerise said, laughing, shaking her head with an incredulous look written on her face. "Have you never seen people in their skivvies?"

Clerise flung an arm over Sasha's shoulder, toying with her hair just a tiny bit. Sasha had SO MUCH OF IT, it was hard not to run into some.

"Seriously, no one's even paying you any mind. Don't mind them, they're just following orders like we are."

Balthazar informed Clerise he was quite on the side of Sasha here, and that everyone was being far too exposing for their own good. Where were the petticoats? Where were the bloomers and longjohns?

"Shut up, Balthazar," Clerise said with a sigh, tapping her temple. "You're such a prude up there."

Had Dakota walked into heaven?

It was the first time he had been super late to a mission meeting, and in fact....He had barely snuck through when his eyes popped.

People were stripping. Girls were stripping.

"Heaven on earth, praise the lord for letting me get up in time for this..." He crossed himself before bowing his head and adding a quick amen.

"ANGELLLLLL!" He launched himself towards Eva who as well was in the process of changing into the new clothing before thinking better and slapping his hands over his eyes. Jordan was in here and he remembered the lesson Jordan said...RESPECT THE LADIES.

But she was naked.

RESPECT THE LADIES.

"Sorry Angel! I wanted a hug but your obviously undressing so..." He cracked a finger to see if she was shocked to see him and to prepare himself for a counter attack....

and to get a peek.

Yes best time to come into a mission evar.......

Jerry was only half paying attention to the argument going on behind him, eyes locked on their leader, still entranced, and wished he had his guitar to give the poor guy backup. It would have been marvelous... he'd have to talk to him about Choir.

His head dipped down over the back of his chair to stare at Jordan, Rep and the rest upside down, "He's only bein' so difficult cause he's got a weeeeee thing." He grinned before lolling back to brainlessly staring at Allan's amazing show.

As she worked on sliding on the robe, Eva suddenly jumped as a very familiar voice called out a very familiar nickname. Looking up to see Dakota, she laughed, amused to see him with his hands over his eyes. "You're late! And if you want a hug, I'll give you one when I'm..." She gestured towards the clothes that she was trying to get on. "Now that you're here, though, you'd better get changed first."

Though it took her a bit, she finally managed to get the outfit on and tied. Eva had knotted the belt carefully to ensure that it would stay in place. Giving it an experimental tug, she nodded with satisfaction when the knot stayed as it was.

Good. The last thing she wanted was for the robe to slip and billow open in the middle of the mission.

Perking up at Davey's question, she turned to look at him, giving him a thumbs up. "Looks good! And sure, no problem." Moving over to where Davey stood, she took up both ends of the belt and went through the same process has she had with her own. After she was done, she gave it a light tug. "Too loose? Too tight? Let me know, though I can promise you that I've tied it so that there is no threat that you'll flash anyone."

She grinned then, holding up her arms to stare at the baggy sleeves. "These are some pretty weird outfits, though. I'm beginning to wonder if we have any normal division heads around here." The last part was added as a whisper, and she threw a not-so-subtle look over her shoulder at Allan.

Aleister was watching the sun assistant who had guns pointed at people. The death trainee had eventually just choose to lean against the nearest wall out of the way leaving the shirt part of this new outfit open to allow his normal shirt to be visible. It gave a nice contrast, or at least he thought so.

"Can we wear our jackets over this?" He felt like asking Simon since he was slightly unsure of this whole ordeal. Of course, Simon was more intimidating than Allen... Allen just reminded him of.... he paused, with a thought what did the sun division leader remind him of? Neither was as scary as Caelius though which lead Aleister to an after thought, "I don't wanna piss off Caelius more than he is."

Maybe he could actually sit down in a chair and just keep his eyes on the wall. At least maybe he wouldn't attract too much attention, or anything.

The fact that the trainee Dakota was late was bad enough, but then he took the take to chat and distract another trainee instead of getting briefed on the mission so far. Without a word of warning, the assistant shot Dakota, the bullet was enough to pierce the FEAR shield, but it was definitely a painful method of reprimand. "Hurry and change, trainee."

Aleister's question garnered a brief, measuring, look, "Caelius rarely shows consideration for attire and is not in the room at the moment." He pushed up his glasses with one of his guns, "Perhaps you should reconsider your immediate priorities."


Target: Dakota
Damage: 9

"Ow!" Deryk yelped as he was pinched rather hard. Well, that proved that he wasn't dreaming.

"Well then. Uh. Guess. Better... um. Do whatever mission is. Dontknowhowtofeelabouthisreally."