dated to October 31

[strandedseaman]

There was something wrong with his toes. Something wrong enough to bring Horatio fully awake in the darkened wikiup and into a seated position. "What the devil?" he murmured in agitation, throwing off his blankets. Sandals. Where on earth had those...oh dear, there was more. Ribbons that served no purpose whatsoever but to wrap around his

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[the_cop]

There was prodding going on, and not the kind he generally enjoyed, either. Ray grumbled and said something unintelligible before trying to pull the blanket over his head to hide. Only problem, there was a hat in the way. Ray patted where his head should be, and yep, a hat.

"What'sgoingon," he said in a sleepy jumble, pulling himself up.

[strandedseaman]

Rather taken with the sight of Ray in hat, Horatio said nothing for several moments. "Someone has...dressed us, in the night," he offered finally.

[the_cop]

Ray rubbed the sleep from his eyes and blinked a few times before he could focus on Horatio. "You're sayin someone came in here, undressed us, and put us in weird clothes while we slept?" he asked, starting to grin.

He eyed Horatio's legs with interest. "You look like a...one of them fraternity guys."

[strandedseaman]

Horatio wiggled his toes in the sandles. "I have no idea what that means. But..." He tugged down the hem of his...skirt. It truly was that short! "I can't wear this."