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[notcooldude]

See, the first time he'd needed new clothes on the new island (the one that wasn't his) Sawyer'd gone for him. For his own good, or at least that's what he'd said. Given how messy his first couple hours had been, he'd basically needed new clothes immediately, so when he was told to stay where he was and don't get in any more trouble, he did what he

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[chose]

Although she's not certain of the Compound rules - she isn't even certain there are any rules - Buffy is pretty sure that enormous, potentially humanivorous pets are not welcome. Snagglepuss, however, is as eager a rule breaker as Buffy can often be, and more from lack of desire than anything else, she doesn't put up a fight when the feline follows her through the Compound and down to the basement. At her side, she carries a small basket of her whites, and she's about to head straight toward the machines when she catches the end of a conversation.

Buffy frowns, tilting her head as she analyzes the shirt from afar. "Are you sure it's not Justine?"

[notcooldude]

Hurley turns with a smile, ready with a smart remark in return for the one he'd just gotten in response to his question. That is exactly when he realizes it's not just a blonde chick coming over, but a blonde chick and a killer panther-thing.

"Gyah," Hurley shouts, moving to try to scramble off of the ground. His bare foot finds itself stepping and slipping around on a silky nightie, though, and he goes down hard before he ever manages to get up. "There's a lion beside you! It's gonna eat you!"

The obvious answer is to start throwing things at it, so Hurley does, beginning with a pair of toddler's shoes, and following it up with the pale pink nightie. "What the hell!"

[chose]

Growling is a rare occurrence for Snagglepuss, typically stemming solely from the frustration that builds when chasing birds, but this panicking man elicits one within seconds. His aim, fortunately, is off, so it's the nightie that falls over the cat's head, obscuring her vision, while the shoes soar past the animal and into Buffy's arms. "Hey, calm down," she shouts back, tossing the shoes aside to wave at the man, even as she steps forward so she can remove the nightie her pet is now wearing as a hat. "She comes in peace, trust me!"

[notcooldude]

"Dude," he says - more of a scream than anything. But at least he's stopped throwing things across the room, now that he has to focus on backing himself up against the nearest wall by sliding across the floor on his ass, and on answering her totally too reasonable to be realistic request, seriously.

"Calm down? Calm down? You've got a giant wild animal and you're bringing it into the freaking laundromat! Isn't that a little unreasonable, lady?"

[pylean_cow]

"...someone famous enough to have their name on a tee shirt," Fred replies from over by the washer, where she's in the process of putting her clothes into the washing machine. She tries to spend as little time as possible with the clothes box, mostly because it keeps trying to give her lingerie. Or strange hats.

It's not that Fred doesn't like strange hats-- they have their place after all-- but when all you want is a pair of socks, it can be a little frustrating. Sometimes, she's not entire sure the box isn't more sentient than random.

"Sorry, that's not helpful at all, is it?"

[notcooldude]

"Y'think?" Hurley says, the picture of sarcasm, and not dry sarcasm, either - very wet sarcasm, actually, if that's the opposite of the dry kind. But when he abandons his work with the clothes box to look over his shoulder, blowing his hair out of his face in mild frustration ... he regrets it a little.

It's a chick; a little chick. Tiny and, he feels, mousy-haired, and really, really pretty in a totally ordinary way. She reminds him of someone he's not sure he's prepared to be reminded of just then, so he sucks in a breath and tries to disguise it with apology.

"Sorry. That was totally rude of me. I'm just ... mad at the box, not you. I'm Hurley." He raises both eyebrows and holds out a hand for a shake.

[pylean_cow]

"It's okay, I think pretty much everybody gets mad at this thing at some point. Last week it only wanted to give me crotchless panties." Fred replies. She's not offended at all, because she's been in his metaphorical shoes before. And truthfully, she would have preferred getting a Justin Bieber shirt.

Whoever that was.

"And I'm Fred." She grabs his hand and gives it a firm shake. "Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around before. I mean, it's not like I see everyone or anything, but new people kinda stick out, you know?"

[notcooldude]

"Wow," says Hugo, because he's totally not expecting that, totally not prepared to have the crotchless panties bomb dropped into the conversation so matter-of-factly by this lady with her accent and her glasses and her small little everything. His face quickly heats up; he knows it's got to be too red not to be noticed by now.

"Fred," he says, trying to brush that topic aside altogether. "That's a ... name. It's a good one, for a girl. Sort of memorable, right? But I'm, uh, yeah, I just got here ... a week ago. I'm not weirded out or anything, I mean, I'm pretty hard to miss."

[poison_lipstick]

"I have no idea, honey," Saffron said, her voice scratchy in a way that clearing her throat wouldn't help. She moved into the room, still slower and stiffer than usual, not yet attempting to get down to the box's level. "I've learned a lot about 21st century music since I've been here, but I've never heard of him. And looking at that shirt, I'd say that's like to be a good thing."

[notcooldude]

He liked that voice. Less because it was all scratchy like she'd had an awful could for a month, and more because she used it to call him 'honey.' Even his ma didn't call him 'honey.'

"I, uh," he started. "You sound like you need a cough drop or something to drink or something. Do you want--"

Hugo realized it, then. He had no idea where any of this stuff was here, or even how to go about getting it. He was still too fresh off the ... electromagnetic event, or whatever they were calling it here. "Actually, I don't know what I'm saying, so just ignore me. That was pretty stupid." He dropped his head and went back to the box. Keep your mouth shut if nothing worthwhile's coming out of it, Hugo.

[poison_lipstick]

He was like a big giant teddy bear, she could tell already, and not just because of his size. Saffron moved closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Not stupid at all, it was very sweet of you," she said. "But a cough drop isn't going to help me, unfortunately. I'm getting over being choked a few weeks ago."

She gave the guy's shoulder a small squeeze. "I'm Helen. Do you mind if I lean on you for a second? I've got broken ribs, it's making it a little more difficult to move around."

[notcooldude]

He hesitated for a heartbeat at the hand on his shoulder, but accepted it easily; he couldn't sense anything like a motive from her, and honestly, he ought to get over that period of his life, anyway. The period where everyone did seem to have a motive. It was a different island. Not like the old one.

He sighed, but the pensive, self-effacing look quickly became a smile. And that smile quickly became a pair of knit brows, worried for her, and maybe a little outraged. She didn't look like the sort of person who ought to be in broken ribs and chokings situations.

"No. I mean, whatever you like, okay? I'm Hugo. And I hope whoever did that to you got his butt kicked. Is everything okay?"