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[straight_as_an]

Finn, this is all your fault.

And how does anybody walk dressed like this?

((It's all Finn's fault. And we're out for the night! But any new/continuing threads will be picked up tomorrow. Back!))

Comments

[macnotpc]

...What she said.

[straight_as_an]

I'm trying!

[macnotpc]

[running over to!] Are you okay?

[straight_as_an]

[is a tripping wonder] Y-Yeah. I'm okay.

[macnotpc]

Maybe if someone held it you wouldn't fall over? Or you could change.

[straight_as_an]

I wouldn't mind changing.

[macnotpc]

Yeah, wearing a dress is really uncomfortable. I can go get something for you to change into!

[straight_as_an]

Thanks, Mac.

[macnotpc]

No problem. Where's your cabin?

[straight_as_an]

Uh, I live at the Condor now.

[macnotpc]

Condor?

...Who are you?

[straight_as_an]

It's me, Aerrow!

[macnotpc]

Oh, that explains a lot. So you wouldn't have girl clothes at the Condor.

...Give me a second. [bugs the bunny, and then scampers]

[straight_as_an]

Nope. I don't think Piper's would fit me anyway.

[macnotpc]

[back with a fluffy sweater and a pink mini-skirt] This is all I could find.

Who's Piper? And what's the Condor?

[straight_as_an]

[takes it gratefully] This should be better.

Piper's my tactician. And the Condor's my ship. It came here about a month ago.