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[mynameisinigo]

Inigo liked to think he was the sort of man who could adjust to new things. He had been many different places and he had done many different things and he had done well at all of them. Except perhaps at being a pirate, but perhaps with more time he would have been good at that as well. But Inigo could not have imagined a day when he would wake up

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[wormholed]

"At least yours isn't fullbody fur," said John by way of greeting. He was dressed head to toe in, what else, a pink bunny suit. "My balls are sweaty."

[mynameisinigo]

"I do not find myself thinking about the state of your private parts," said Inigo, attempting to find a place to sheath his sword within his voluminous skirts. "This does not seem to be working so very well." He gave up on the sword quickly; perhaps could find a cord with which to tie it on. "Why is it you are dressed as a large rabbit?"

[wormholed]

"Same reason you're in pink tulle, princess," John shot back. It was hot in this get up, and his whiskers kept snagging on branches! His only comfort was that the island had trussed up Scorpius as well. The alien lay on the ground some distance away, scowling up at the trees. "It's the island."

[mynameisinigo]

"This island, it is to blame for a great many things," said Inigo. Perhaps his scabbard could be lashed on over this dress, despite the unfortunate boning. "I find that I cannot take off this dress. I think that I look ridiculous."