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[lastof_five]

Back home, before coming to the island, Helen had always done her shopping online. It took some of the fun out of it, to be sure, but when she hardly spent a day at home before going out into the field again it was just practical to shop online and have it shipped. Of course, that'd been a double edged sword and Helen had a collection of shoes

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Hawkeye wasn't that fussy about what he wore. He liked to dress up for a special occasion, but for the most part, he'd take what the box gave him, as long as it wasn't green. Sometimes, though, he needed something other than his usual rotating wardrobe of gaudy shirts and baggy shorts; in this case, he'd been hoping to find a sturdy pair of work gloves, and maybe some sort of protective hat. (He was finding whatever excuse he could to put off having to repair the hole the hurricane had put in the roof of his hut. He'd wasted all of yesterday just picking out the right tools.)

He strolled casually into the room where the clothes box was, and smiled at the sight of Helen. His smile widened into a half-amused, half-predatory smirk when he saw what she'd got in her hand.

"Well, hello," he replied.

[lastof_five]

Helen knew something like that was going to happen and she dropped the underwear, flush spreading across her face. Damn. Of course, there was nothing for it and considering she was actually dating the man, some manner of cool attitude would probably be necessary. He'd seen her in much less than her underwear, after all, and she happened to just be holding a pair and not wearing them. No need to panic.

"Oh, ah...hello yourself, Hawkeye. Lovely weather, yes?"

[anger_sideways]

"The weather's great, but I think you'll be risking a chill if you go out in that," he said, strolling over and then crouching down beside Helen. He nudged her shoulder with his. "Much better to save it for when we're indoors."

He started picking through the pile of clothes she'd assembled, eyes widening at the sheer variety of it. The lacy knickers and wisps of chiffon he was familiar with, but he really hadn't expected Helen to be so keen on things made of leather or plastic. Unless this was the discard pile, in which case he was going to feel terribly disappointed.

"My deductive skills tell me there's only two possibilities here. Either you're taking up dancing at the Catscratch, or this is where you've put all the underthings you don't want," he said, idly picking up some kind of bizarre pointy brassiere. "Would it be too much to hope for the first?"

[lastof_five]

Helen blushed and rolled her eyes. "The plastic and latex are in the discard pile. Leather is acceptable to keep, though, and all the lace and chiffon."

She might as well attempt to play this off as intentional while she had the opportunity. She smiled a little and held up a little white babydoll that she suspected, should she wear it, might not even cover her bottom. Immodest, yes, but men liked that, didn't they?

"Do you have any requests, then?"

[blondieburke]

Juliet's hearing a very familiar argument with the clothing box. Since she's been in the damn place, the only thing she gets are tank tops. Tank tops and jeans and it's starting to piss her off. Even though, practically speaking, tank tops are probably fine since it's so damn hot, but she could use a skirt and a nice shirt or something.

When she spies Helen, she smirks at the two different piles. "Don't you just love that you don't have to bother with shopping on the island?"

[lastof_five]

Helen rolled her eyes a little. "Oh yes, if I wanted to have an endless supply of sundresses and sexy panties I would just be set. I don't and I really just want trousers, but..."

[blondieburke]

"All I want is a t-shirt. Nothing fancy. You think I've gotten a damn one?" She does start picking through the sundresses though. "It'd be nice if the sundresses were at least cute..."

[lastof_five]

"Some of them are serviceable," Helen said, holding up one whose flower print wasn't quite so gaudy. "I hate prints though. Lilly Pulitzer can keep them all to herself and I'll take the plain, thank you kindly."

She tilted her head a little and hovered her hands over the box. "T-shirt, you ask?"

[the_beta]

As most of his clothes either had or at least appeared to have come out of a bin, the clothes box has never really bothered Remus. It's only now, having run into someone else trying to use it, that he realizes how awkward a single box spitting out the knickers and shorts for several hundred people can be.

Especially when they're still standing in front of it, picking at an already fragile looking pair of--Remus is hard pressed to even think of them as proper underwear--looking a bit like some of the rabbits he'd come across after a switch. His own expression chilling considerably as he levels a wry gaze at the--honestly, what is she holding? "I hope it's not giving those to everyone today."

[lastof_five]

"No, just me I'm afraid," Helen said darkly, tossing the panties to the side and trying to compose herself. This was someone she actually didn't know and she wanted to maintain at least a sliver of her normal professionalism.

Was it really required to be professional when seated in a pile of knickers?

"That last pair was practically floss. Ridiculous."

[the_beta]

"At that point one might as well go without," he agrees, brow arching, then arching higher still as he looks down at the pile and realizes he just suggested to some stranger that she run about without any knickers on under her clothes.

"Those seem...tolerable," he says, grimacing and lifting up a pair from the pile with his foot. Aside from the rather ghastly shade of pink satin and the black trim, they're at least shaped like. Well, like a pair of girls panties sitting on his shoe. He kicks them off.

[lastof_five]

Helen snatched them up, throwing them into the pile she'd designated as 'tolerable.' She knew that the box could be capricious and she would take what she could get.

"I tend to wear dresses, so I don't know that going without knickers would further the air of modesty I'm attempting to put on. My boyfriend might appreciate it though. I do apologize you've come into this. Was there something you wanted to ask the box for?"