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Hallways - Wednesday afternoon

Miley was making her way back to her room to get some clothes on. She didn't know how they had disappeared in the lunchroom but they had and now she was trying to get back without anyone seeing her.

"Sweet niblets!" Miley hid behind a fern and judged the distance to the next one. "Why aren't there more potted plants in this school?"

[ooc: Open for interaction. Miley's not really naked, she just thinks she's is!]

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Nadia was walking a little funny. That happened when you were wearing boots with no socks and trying not to get blisters.

Stupid slobbery socks.

"Hey, Miley,"

"Nadia!" Miley whispered from behind a plant. "Help!"

Nadia frowned and edged over, also whispering. "What do you need?"

"Clothes, I need clothes!" Miley whispered and tried to cover herself. "All mine fell off in the cafeteria."

It was obvious that she was still wearing a skirt and sweater as she huddled behind a plant.

"Uh . . . huh. Miley, you're wearing clothes."

"I'm totally naked!" Miley looked down at herself and then back at Nadia. "Seriously, I need something to wear before someone sees me like this!"

Wow, American modesty was beginning to get really ridiculous. "Um, I guess you can borrow my jacket for a bit if it would make you feel more comfortable,"

"That'd be awesome, thank you!" Miley held out an arm and made grabby motions.

Nadia tried not to roll her eyes as she pulled her jacket out and held it out. "Careful with it, though. I like that jacket."

"I'll be careful." Miley said, slipping the jacket on. "I'll try and drop it off or you can come pick it up in 210."

She took off down the hallway at a sprint but was probably still in eyeshot of Nadia when she screeched. "Not again! Where the heck are all my clothes going?"

Nadia watched this with a faint, bemused smile.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

She shook her head, decided that it might be best to only eat things she'd cooked herself for the day and to avoid the newly feral socks.

One never knew what caused people to be insane around here.

Sokka stopped as he walked past her.

He looked around furtively, and then whispered to her out of the corner of his mouth, "Who are you hiding from?"

"Eep!" Miley yelped and tried to huddle into a ball. "Don't look!"

"At what?" Sokka asked, peering at her.

"Me!" Miley flailed. "Stop looking at me without clothes on!"

Sokka blinked at her. Then he started, and looked down at himself, just to make sure. You never knew what could happen in Fandom. "No, I've got clothes on..." he said.

"Not you!" Miley flailed again, although she did check to make sure Sokka was clothed. "Me! I'm naked!"

You know, naked except for where she was wearing a skirt and a sweater.

Sokka raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Suuuuuure you are."

If she had been naked, he'd be less confused. Apparently Fandom can also make people go crazy. All the same, he pulled one of the Teal Deer posters off the wall and handed it to her.

...And made a mental note to look for her later, when she believed she wasn't naked, to see if her crazy went both ways.

"Thank you!" Miley stood, wrapping the poster around her and tried backing down the hallway. She only got a few feet before she looked down and realized she was naked again. "Why does this keep happening?"

She darted into a ~~totally modded~~ closet, now wearing a teal deer poster on top of her clothes.

John was measuring the doorways, wondering if a hot tub would fit through, and how big of one it would be. Because the Best Common Room Evaaar should really have a focal point.

"Psst." Miley whispered from behind her backpack. "Can I borrow a shirt or something?"

"Uh." He stared, and blinked. And looked down at his t-shirt. "You like Led Zep that much?"

"What?" Miley blinked and shook her head. "I need clothes! I can't run around here totally naked."

She was obviously wearing clothes, she just didn't know it.

"I agree. They do tend to frown on that." He's staring at her. She's wearing clothes. Pants, at least, from behind the backpack. Gremlin attack?

"So you want my shirt?"

"Yes, please!" Miley reached an arm out and made grabby motions. "Thank you!"

John took off his shirt and gave it to her. "I better get that back. And you're totally paying my fine if I get arrested for being shirtless," he half-teased. He stares at the ceiling. What ws going on?

"I'll give it back as soon as I get my own clothes back." Miley said, slipping the shirt over her head and the other clothes she was wearing. "Or you can come to 210 to pick it -eee!"

She screeched as she looked down and thought the shirt had disappeared too. "Holy crap! Where did the shirt go?"

"The shirt? You're wearing it. I can see it. Vintage Led Zepplin shirt. You okay? Gremlins?" He kinda stands in front of his hoodie on the floor with a notebook and tape measure.

"There's no shirt!" Miley cried, using her arms to cover her chest. "Of course I'm not okay!"

"Great. One of us is hallucinating. Am I still wearing pants?" He kinda shifts so that his crotchal region is covered, in case it's him.

"Yes, you have pants on!" Miley said. "Are you nuts or something?"

"Yes, but not today." He sighed. "You're wearing my shirt. You're fine. I can see it."

Miley looked down to where John was looking but she couldn't see his shirt. "Stop looking! Were you raised in a barn or something? Turn around!"

John turns around. Still standing in front of his hoodie. "Where do you need to go?"

"Downstairs." Miley said, preparing to run. "Just close your eyes and count to...a really high number."

He's too busy shaking his head to notice she's about to bolt. "You need me to clear a path?"

Miley looked down the stairwell and didn't see anyone right away. "It looks good from here. Just keep those eyes closed!"

Then she was fleeing down the stairs.

"Room 413! Bring back my shirt!" he called after her. And put on his hoodie. Cold.

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