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[wolvesxeyes]

[The comm. clicks on to dead air. Not because she doesn’t know how to use it, or because she hasn’t noticed it; Sarea is simply trying to keep from shouting into the damned machine.]

Alright.

Whoever it was who brought me here, I’m less than thrilled. If you’re a friend, kindly let me leave. If you’re an enemy, at least allow me the comfort of

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Growls into the comm.]

So put covering on. Quit complaining about it.

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Rea's just gonna snarl right back.]

I would if there happened to be any sort of 'covering' available.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls too. Not out of any real annoyance, just because he can.]

Check the bed. Work with that.

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Now, that? That just makes her laugh.]

A bedsheet toga? Think I'd rather go naked, ha.

[dormant_beast]

[The growl is a mild trigger! Anna does what when angry, except it's more feline.]

...Strip you?

[wolvesxeyes]

[It's an innocent enough question; the wolf'll play nice for now.]

Yes. Last I remember I went to bed fully dressed, at home, and now I've woken up here and am naked.

[dormant_beast]

[That's new.]

That is...odd.

[wolvesxeyes]

Yeah, just a bit.

[She's not trying to be snarky, really, the wolf's just annoyed.]

Might I ask who I'm talking to?

[chopshopgoddess]

[...

That voice. She knows that voice.

She muffles her excited shriek with a pillow.]

Rea?!

[wolvesxeyes]

[Sarea falls silent. She doesn't know this voice, but the voice knows her; only close friends have ever called her that.

She's being cautious, now-]

Who is this?

[chopshopgoddess]

Mikaela. You - you won't remember me, but you were here before and I remember you.

[wolvesxeyes]

Mikaela?

[It's not ringing any bells, and she'd swear she's never been here before, but... ]

Well... I guess you know who I am. Where is here, exactly?

[thenotmagician]

Y'missin' clothes?

[wolvesxeyes]

Unfortunately; whoever brought me here thought it'd be funny to take 'em. I liked that shirt dammit.

[thenotmagician]

If y'need clothes I could always bring somethin' to ya.

[wolvesxeyes]

Would be much appreciated; I'd rather not leave my room the way I am now.

[And she'd rather not shift to explore just yet...]

[ntjstapwn]

...the Captain took your clothing?

*Which means Marco can't help but wonder just wtf she was wearing that he deemed it dangerous*

[wolvesxeyes]

You got it; only left me with my collar, the bastard.

[She wasn't even wearing the jeans with the knives hidden in them dammit.]

[ntjstapwn]

A collar? Huh.

*That just raises more questions*

You can probably make a robe or something out of sheets or towels. Clothes can be found in the bazaar on deck 8 or the luggage on deck 12. Everything is free in both places.

[wolvesxeyes]

I'd rather avoid a toga, honestly; seems so high school-era.

[She figured the collar comment might get some questions, but oh well. She perks at the mention of clothing-places.]

So there are place to get real clothing here? Thank God; thanks for the info. Who is this?