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Fifth Floor common room, Monday night

Sokka had collected all of the underwear that was left lying around when he got back from work, and taped it all to the wall.

He taped signs all around the dorm reading

CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR: $1 each
5th floor common room

and was sitting on the couch, watching TV, holding a cash box, next to a larger CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR sign, eating popcorn.

Yes, he'd washed his hands first before making the popcorn.

[Open like an open thing!]

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"Tell you what," Reno said as he sauntered into the fifth floor common room, "you gimmie back my underwear free of charge, and I won't go about rearrangin' the structure of the bones in your skull, yoto."

He figured that this would be a fair trade, really. And his were the easy underwear to point out. His would be the ones with the cactaurs and moogles all over them.

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Sokka raised an eyebrow, trying to calculate just how far he could push this for maximum entertainment and minimum bodily harm.

"Fair enough," he said, pulling his new camera out of his pocket. "No charge."

Reno eyed the camera as he scrounged about for his boxers.

Oh, yes. The camera.

"Got any good shots on that thing yet?"

What Sokka had managed to capture of his time as a headless plastic toy would determine entirely how painful Reno's next threat would have to sound.

Sokka sighed dramatically. "No, and that makes me sad. I bought it SPECIFICALLY to take pictures of this cute little doll I saw, but it was gone when I got back."

Dōjima had gotten tired of trying to keep a Romeo-shrew in the room, so she let him run his wee little hamster-ball self down to the common room, trailing behind him lazily.

Until she saw Sokka's redecoration. One (http://www.cafepress.com/buy/je+ne+regrette+rien/-/pv_design_prod/p_1116673.154514785/pNo_154514785/id_21049127/fpt_/opt_/c_666/pg_) in particular. Then she moved rather quickly.

"Sokka!" she shrieked, ripping it off the wall. "How could you? I thought we agreed, no using our lockpicking skills on each other!"

Sokka backed away quickly. "No, no, no! I didn't! It wasn't me! They were just lying around the dorm!"

"Bullshit," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Who else can get in my stuff? Jen? Are you telling me my roommate left my underwear laying around? My roommate? Try another one, dead-man."

"Seriously, EVERYONE was missing underwear this morning," Sokka insisted. "Most of mine was in the lobby."

Reno's left eye twitched slightly.

"Action figure," he said through grit teeth as he pulled his tonberry boxers from the wall, adding them to his collection along with the chocobo and moogle ones. "I was a freakin' action figure, damn it."

Romeo tried to make a get-away, and Dōjima blocked the door to reroute his ball past the couch.

It also made sure Sokka'd have to tackle her if he tried to flee.

"Then how, exactly, did my underwear end up on the wall with you standing guard?" she asked sweetly. "Just curious."

Okay, this? Was kind of amusing. Cal had gone up out of a vague curiosity. His underwear, it had seemed, hadn't suffered the fate of everyone else's. He stood near the door, tilted his head thoughtfully at the pile before commenting, "Those pink frilly ones. Those would be mine."

He figured it was a joke that wouldn't backtrack too badly; even when he was a girl, he didn't have frilly underwear. And it also turned into that whole if you joke about it enough, no one will believe it sort of thing. Or something.

Sokka switched the camera to video-recording mode and got a good shot of Reno pulling his boxers down. "Action figure, doll, whatever. Same thing, really. Don't lose your head over it."

"It's not just yours," Sokka pointed out. "These underthings were spread all OVER the place, and I've done the student body a service by collecting them in one place for easy retrieval. All I ask in return is a modest sum for my troubles."

Sokka raised an eyebrow and turned the camera on him. "One dollar," he announced. "And just for the record, say that again, a little louder this time."

Reno was not going to freak out. Nope. Instead, Reno smirked over his shoulder.

"You gettin' this for posterity, boom? You're probably pretty sore because nobody was willin' to get their hands on that diaper of yours, yoto."

What? If his underwear was going to be caught on film in an incriminating fashion, then he'd be damn sure to make an effort to protect his interests from blackmail.

That earned the camera a nice shot of Cal's middle finger. "Don't you feel bad," he deadpanned, "exploiting people's private artifacts like this?"

Forget the fact that he'd come up here just to witness the exploitation.

"Loincloth," Sokka corrected. "And as for no one being willing? You're WAAAAY wrong, there."

He tried to figure out if he could get the camera to zoom in at all. "Rikku seen those cute little unmentionables, yet?"

Dōjima thought about it for a moment before letting a long, slow smirk spread across her face. "What if I offer you a trade?" she asked, yanking another pair off the wall and shaking her head. "I don't have the cash on me right now, I don't carry American money, but I think I have an idea."

"I'm not the perv who was going to steal some strange girl's underwear," Sokka pointed out with a grin.

"What's your idea?" Sokka asked, curious. "...And seriously, how do you get by on the island without American money? That's all they take around here!"

"Is that so?" Cal asked, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Then, what, praytell, did you intend on doing with what wasn't claimed? I'm noticing a lot of men's boxers here, Sokka..."

Cassandra walked into the common room and paused to slowly examine the arrayed undergarments. She didn't notice Sokka or his sign.

"Credit card," Dōjima said, collecting the last of her items. "It does the exchange rate for me automatically. If I'm somewhere that doesn't take plastic, I might whine at Romeo until he fronts me."

"But my plan is brilliant!" she announced gleefully. "I have Aly-sensei again this term. I was thinking of asking to borrow her more advanced locks, the practice ones? I'm sure there's someone, somewhere, who might benefit from our abilities, ne?"

Fill in the blanks, Sokka. She's not saying it out loud where squirrels can hear.

"Missing anything?" Sokka asked.

"I... actually hadn't thought that far," Sokka replied. "I guess I'll just leave them here."

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