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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 4:35 am
Pyroth ended up in the cafeteria later that day to pick up something to tide him over food-wise in his duplex. As he made his way back from the table which housed the food, slices of meat held in one of his paws, he spotted the box of jeans.
Tilting his head slightly he headed over, aware that despite the lab's giving him clothes he had asked for, he was running low on good trousers thanks to his hunting and general mistreatment of them.
As he rummaged Pyroth noted quite a few pairs that would probably fut his skinny form, even with his slightly odd leg structure, in particular a pair of PJ bottoms that looked pretty damn comfortable. He wasn't bothered that they were pink or that the denims appeared to be women's ones. He picked them up in his free hand anyway and headed back to his duplex.
On the island you could never have too many clothes, he found.
He had every intent to spend the rest of the day in PJs drinking, eating lunch and smoking.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:56 am
Chana had forgotten to pick up some food to stock in her duplex on her last trip to the cafeteria. Hopefully Billy was gone now...
But what was this? A box on the floor? The beaver wandered over to investigate. It seemed there were all sorts of clothes inside. Chana pawed through, disappointed that much of the clothing wouldn't fit her. But there were a couple shirts...
She grabbed the tops and hurried back to her duplex with them.
About ten minutes later the beaver girl returned with an armload of clothing of her own. Mostly tight-fitting shirts and pants, as well as a couple of short skirts, she dumped the lot into the box. Might as well let someone else get use out of them...she couldn't. Chana left the box for the second time and went home to make minor repairs to some mysterious tears on the sleeves of her new shirts.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 3:45 pm
Kaveri, ever the scavenger, seemed to immediately spot the box of free clothing the moment she went into the cafeteria. Making a beeline for it, she started to pick through the clothes and pull out the ones she wanted and thought that would fit -- and if they didn't, well... she could either make alterations or convert the clothes into something else. She took a few tops and any long skirts she could find.
Hoisting what she picked out over her shoulder, she went over to the buffet and grabbed a tofu sandwich before heading back out.
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