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RP: YSS Eucharis [Mission 27, Part 2] Night on the Beach (YE 39)

Camp Fire

Wazu's casual cheering on of tugs didn't seem to go away when he was singled out for a dare.

Nor did he seem bothered by having to switch clothes with someone else.

Then came those conditions...

This had gotten serious

The trade had to be consensual, and he could not force his clothes on anyone. This limited his options for counter-picking considerably. He could practically feel the counter-picking options close off to him, that line of thought being locked away entirely. Instead he was left with only the least-humiliating options... or picking entirely out of spite to force someone out of some comfortable clothing.

Saiga was the strongest choice, the loose fitting Kimono would at least fit Wazu and perhaps he would not mind Wazu going commando... of course that also meant he would end up having to buy a new Kimono for him.

Jax was the obvious secondary. Easy going, likely to say yes... though he was small and that shirt/pants combination might not fit.

He quickly went through the other options.

Candon, Ramiro, Pan... casual, less likely to willingly assist even if their clothing would fit.

Masumi, Natsumi, Hanako... likely willing, certainly a comical selection, though the crew likely wouldn't appreciate the fit of their outfits on his body.

Becker, Tugs, Freyja... really just an excuse to go naked. He could not help but feel a twinge of fear from that thought. He was only human, among a group engineered to be ideal. Of course he had been going commando earlier during the Rixxikor troubles, but that was an emergency situation with no time to consider personal feelings.

He would quietly take his hand off Freyja and put them both in his lap.

"Well worded."

He would look over at his first choice,

"Help me out here Saiga, I promise I will get you a new Kimono."
 
"I'm not passing judgement, Suites-heisho. That's not my place," she said, tapping her chest with a surprisingly deft wing tip, almost as a reminder that despite the fact no one had ever seen her do so, Mehitabel could fly with those fluffy appendages between her shoulder blades. The harshness of her words struck her more as an afterthought; she'd merely spoken her mind. Well, Mehitabel decided, if she was going to be the honest one it was no use pulling punches.

Bel tipped her head side to side, working out some stiffness from her neck, "Not as bad as everyone seems to think. There was time to enjoy yourself. Mostly at the Arsenal we'd go to the tavern, throw darts, or bowl, drink small beer and cheap wine because we couldn't afford anything else. That would be when I worked in the machine shop, all the way up to when I joined the Star Army. It didn't change much."

She leaned back on her hands to gaze upwards at the darkening sky, answering Candon's questions candidly. As much as he might close himself off, Bel felt driven to answer honestly, if not pridefully. Not about any of that.

"And then I forswore such pleasures for all time," she finished, tipping back the remainder of her beer with the barest of smirks.
 
When Wazu prompted him, Saiga leaned back on his shoulders and lifted his butt off the ground to begin sliding the short black swim trunks down his legs. He was drunk enough to not really be paying attention to anything while simultaneously catching every little detail of the world happening in behind his swirling thoughts.

"Yōkai-heisho said all of them, Heram," Saiga said as he plopped his naked rear back down onto the sand and tossed the shorts over to Wazu after twirling them around once or twice. The kimono, which Wazu had actually requested, sailed through the air in kind only a moment later. For now, this left the SAINT officer sitting immodestly in his sunglasses with the small strap of his Type 28 SMG hung loosely across his chest. His legs were bent at the knee and he stayed back on his elbows, like Natsumi was, waiting for Wazu to pass his clothes back over.

"Hurry up with it!" he added, taking another swig from the bottle of liquor he had. Wazu's clothes would probably be a little snug on him, but it was what it was—and probably a better fit still than the extra set of workout clothes Tsuguka had brought along. "This drink can only stave off the shame of being so conspicuous for a few moments longer."
 
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Camp Fire

"I wonder how different these parties would be if everyone wore glasses like mine? I would guess we'd find ways to make up for it. I'll wait for the highlights..." Tan leaned back and looked up at the sky as the clothing exchange ceremony proceeded. While amused, she seemed relatively unengaged by the ongoing dare.
 
Camp Fire

Takao was beginning to let his mind wander too much so he drew himself back in. The current dare was odd by his standards, and he was glad it wasn't him. He looked around the group one more time before leaning back into the towel and sand with a delighted sigh, "Wake me when something interesting happens."

He smiled before closing his eyes to get some sort of calm sleep before being given a dare that would probably end up with him doing something or having to play the guitar at someone.
 
"It's nice to know you can still enjoy yourself so far from home. I know the Forge wasn't the best of places but I'm told it's hard to make a decision to leave what you know," he sympathized. Empathy would be impossible since he'd never had a real home, just dwellings. Perhaps it's why he lived so much of his life in his own head.
"Do you have any plans when your enlistment is up?"
 
"I wasn't sure at first..." she agreed with a nod, "The clerical pool was a miserable assignment. Just writing and forwarding correspondence twelve hours a day, then back to an anonymous pod for the night."

Mehitabel laughed in earnest, "Admittedly, I was used to being a moderately sized fish in a relatively small pond. When they actually granted my request for transfer to the Eucharis? I knew I could never go back to what I'd always done."

"The Star Army's going to be my career, Suites-heisho, there's nothing in my life outside the military," Bel said with sigh, letting moisture bead on the bottle she'd found in the bottom of the ice, "I'm honestly a little afraid of what would happen to me without the discipline."
 
Camp Fire

Ok, so we're going to make this weird.

Wazu would first steady Freyja. Once he was reasonably confident she wouldn't fall over he'd get up and take a step back.

Then a breath.

Soon Wazu's T-shirt and swim trunks were flying back towards Saiga, leaving Mr. Wazu wearing little more than the fire light.

He had to hold Saiga's swim trunks for a few moments to get ready. They were still cool and a bit wet from the swim earlier.... which led to a very uncomfortable sensation once they were on.

This was followed shortly by the Kimono, which fit fairly loose on his body.

"Now I am one pair of sunglasses away from being a SAINT agent."
 
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Beach

Distracted from her fire-musings on appropriate behavior, Masumi saw quite the opposite of what she was telling herself to aim for in the future. Masumi's eyes bulged further than they had as she looked away from him and back at the fire, staring even more intensely now. She did not need to ever see Wazu in the nude again, she knew that for sure.
 
Beach

Tsuguka watched with plain eyes as Wazu undressed, sipping the beer quietly. Mostly just considering how she hadn't demanded he change in front of everybody... Still, it was nice to have another point of comparison for male anatomy after only knowing Candon's butt on a professional basis for so long. She was Yammy. This naked stuff didn't especially bother her aside from the inconvenience. The experiment was made to see who Wazu would feel comfortable choosing.

Was the result conclusive? Well... The red neko could only really say that the Nepleslian somehow managed to look even more like a tourist by putting on 'native' clothes. Saiga, on the other hand, managed to look like he was under cover. That was kind of amusing.

"You've passed the test." Tsuguka remarked, walking over and placing a reassuring hand onto the scientist's shoulder. It was that weird deadpan faux-lackadaisical expression that looked a little like sarcasm, but was in fact just a failure to emulate a good mood. "You have earned the right to choose a victim, Mister Heram J. Wazu..."

A cat-like smile and a twitch of the ears. Were they imitating Freyja?...
 
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"I wasn't sure at first..." she agreed with a nod, "The clerical pool was a miserable assignment. Just writing and forwarding correspondence twelve hours a day, then back to an anonymous pod for the night."


Mehitabel laughed in earnest, "Admittedly, I was used to being a moderately sized fish in a relatively small pond. When they actually granted my request for transfer to the Eucharis? I knew I could never go back to what I'd always done."


"The Star Army's going to be my career, Suites-heisho, there's nothing in my life outside the military," Bel said with sigh, letting moisture bead on the bottle she'd found in the bottom of the ice, "I'm honestly a little afraid of what would happen to me without the discipline."
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"I know that fear. I also know what comes after," Candon began to unknowingly open back up again, "I felt the same before I left the- What the Wazu?"
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Camp Fire


Ok, so we're going to make this weird.


Wazu would first steady Freyja. Once he was reasonably confident she wouldn't fall over he'd get up and take a step back.


Then a breath.


Soon Wazu's T-shirt and swim trunks were flying back towards Saiga, leaving Mr. Wazu wearing little more than the fire light.


He had to hold Saiga's swim trunks for a few moments to get ready. They were still cool and a bit wet from the swim earlier.... which led to a very uncomfortable sensation once they were on.


This was followed shortly by the Kimono, which fit fairly loose on his body.


"Now I am one pair of sunglasses away from being a SAINT agent."
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And just like that, Candon's train of thought crashed and became a flaming ball of confusion that kept revolving around dress and grooming protocols.
The phrase would be forever tainted by the imagery.

And then there was Candon unable to remember exactly what they were talking about or where he was going with his comment. "I'm just saying that there's a lot to experience outside the military, if your going to make it a career just make sure it's absolutely the life you want. I've seen both ways of living and a way in between. I have enough money to walk away from the SAoY free and clear, but I'm not planning on leaving any time soon."
 
Camp Fire

Mehitabel calmly finished her bottle and pitched it carelessly away from the circle, "This has been a red-letter evening. I have seen more of others' genitalia then the previous twenty-five years combined."

"Really?" she said, surprised that Candon would have managed to make himself independently wealthy during his military service. Granted, it was easy to imagine him hoarding his pay over the years. That wasn't enough to be free and clear, not to her way of thinking at least. However he had done it, Bel's mouth twitched slightly for a minimal smile, "At least that provides a backup plan. Somewhere outside Yamataian jurisdiction?"
 
Beach


Natsumi was lazing on her towel, watching everyone have fun with the game, getting lost in her own thoughts while she was waiting for her turn, then Jax screamed in horror and she was snapped out of her train of thought and her attention drawn first to Jax, then to the cause of the commotion. Wazu, wearing nothing at all, trading clothing it seemed.

The snowy haired executive officer blinked, he red eyes wide.

"Well, things are getting interesting!" she announced and blushed as she let her eyes linger on the man as he dressed.
 
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Camp Fire


Mehitabel calmly finished her bottle and pitched it carelessly away from the circle, "This has been a red-letter evening. I have seen more of others' genitalia then the previous twenty-five years combined."


"Really?" she said, surprised that Candon would have managed to make himself independently wealthy during his military service. Granted, it was easy to imagine him hoarding his pay over the years. That wasn't enough to be free and clear, not to her way of thinking at least. However he had done it, Bel's mouth twitched slightly for a minimal smile, "At least that provides a backup plan. Somewhere outside Yamataian jurisdiction?"
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"Kinda," Candon answered slowly, "I'm actually in massive amounts of debt. I helped a friend get rich and he provided me a loan to start a business. It's way out on the frontier outside of Yamataian jurisdiction, but that's never meant much, and it has 126 people employed last I was there with an administrative staff of androids. Once my space station comes online it'll actually be making money. Did you know there is actually a huge demand for basic things like nuts and bolts? By having another company manufacture basic parts a factory can focus on just making their product and I can employ 500 more people."
 
Camp Fire

Freyja's eyes didn't move off of Wazu. She leaned forward to watch. Her eyes moved right to his crotch when he was naked. The reaction from her was different than the others. She was biting her lip hard, cheeks dark blue. It was only her second time actually seeing male anatomy in person. Now she was sure of it, she was definitely attracted to men too.

Before she knew it she was whistling. "Looking good, Mr. Wazu!" She called out, winking at him. She looked around the fire at Mehitabel, then grinned. "Dare Feathers next!" Freyja suggested.
 
Camp Fire

"'Once my space station comes online'," Bel repeated back to him seriously, despite a somewhat incredulous inflection. She wondered if Candon considered how he was explaining his venture. She nodded back, "It sounds like things are proceeding at least. Spending money to make money, I think it was once put to me."

After considering things for a moment, Mehitabel cleared her throat, "You know, Toyoe-heisho, Ishii-hei, and I visited an interesting frontier world over our semi-enforced leave..."

That train of thought slammed straight into a wrong-set switched, leaped the tracks, and demolished a string of standing freight cars when her name was put forward for a dare from Wazu. Part of her wanted to cry out in objection, or at least beg the excuse that as turn-keeper her position was immune from competition. She didn't. Mehitabel just looked surprised, control relaxed enough by her rapid beer consumption for her wings to slap Candon in the face as they defensively spread out to increase the size of her profile.
 
Camp Fire

Wazu would sit back down in his seat by Freyja, along with all the discomfort from wearing someone else's wet swim trunks.

He then tied the overly large Kimono closed, the heaps of fabric bunching up around his joints as he moved. He certainly heard Freyja's suggestion, and while Wazu considered himself a level-headed, fair, man above such base responses...

"JAX, SO GLAD THAT YOU STEPPED FORWARD,"

The screeching had not gone unnoticed.

"How about, for your dare, have someone undress you without using their hands and then re-dress you in that spare workout uniform that tugs brought.

The other party has to agree to help you of their own free will, though you may certainly offer them something to sweeten the deal..."
 
Camp Fire

Tan nodded sagely. "Eyes do cause so much trouble. What do you have to offer, then, Jackson Howard?" She spread her hands wide, not that they'd be of much use if she took on this mission.
 
Campfire

Jax bolted back into a sitting position, nearly choking, his eyes wide in shock.

"WHAT?!" he shouted, his face slowly turning pink. Not that he actually needed a repeat; he knew exactly what was being asked of him. He could run. Right now. Disappear into the woods again for a few hours. But then he'd be the "chicken"! Dammit!

"Er, alright..." he muttered, slowly standing and clutching his tail close, eyes darting between everyone around the fire. Tan's comment didn't fall on deaf ears, but Jax wouldn't even consider it. He hadn't even known her for a day, and this was not a good icebreaker. "N-no, thank you, Santo Hei..."

Candon? Fuck. No.

Becker? Even worse.

Freyja? Worst idea of all.

However, there was...

No. No! Absolutely not! But as Jax stood there in silence, heart threatening to burst out of his chest, he wondered if there was really another option. Someone who understood his "thing" about nudity, and wouldn't make it too awkward. Oh, who was he kidding? She would torture him. Oh well, best get it over with.

<Tugs? Gimme a "hand" here?> Jax hissed in a small voice, looking at the red neko sideways and flattening his ears. <Please...?>
 
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