En Route From Cabins to Dorms, Saturday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.

And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.

Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.

But this was far, far more fun.

[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]

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[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric and his waffle maker were walking away from the dorms; they'd decided to head into town to get some (other) food. Thus, they were perfectly placed to notice the mad dash from the cabin to the dorms.

The waffle maker wolf-whistled, and Eric just laughed. "Lose something?" he called.

[puppy_fair]

Zack made a bit of a squeaking sound as he ground to a halt and pulled his bedsheet up around himself.

Zack's uniform just smiled and waved a pleasant hello.

"Not really," Zack replied. "I know exactly where my clothing is."

And Uniform, there, was going to grin and offer Eric and the waffle-maker both a bow.

"It is a good view, isn't it?" A pause. "And it's so easy to make him blush!"

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

"Looks like it goes down all the way, too," Waffle-Maker pointed out, grinning. "Don't suppose you'd take the sheet off and let us check?"

... Okay, yeah, that had Eric facepalming. Although he couldn't say he disagreed.

[puppy_fair]

It probably wasn't possible for Zack to get much redder, actually.

"I. Uh. No thanks?"

As the uniform sidled up beside him, slinging one arm pleasantly over Zack's bare shoulder, naturally.

"Oh, don't worry, Zack. I'll cover you up. I always do."

Cue more squeaking and flailing. Much more squeaking and flailing.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric slung an arm over his waffle-maker's shoulders. "Looks like they're a bit busy," he said to it, smirking. "Maybe we should leave them alone?"

"I don't know, I'm rather enjoying the show," the waffle-maker retorted.

"You do have a point there."

[puppy_fair]

More squeaking. More flailing.

More of the uniform leaning up close to a beet-red Zack.

This was possibly the first time in his life that Zack had been come on to by somebody out of the blue where he wasn't thrilled at the attention.

"They're enjoying the show," the uniform noted. "We shouldn't disappoint, should we?"

"Yes! Yes we should! I'm a big fan of disappointment! Starting right now."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was walking. Like you do, from one place to another, but then Turtle found herself stopping, blinking, and then looking back over her shoulder to confirm that she saw what she thought she just saw.

Yup. That was precisely what she thought she just saw.

And she should probably be polite and stop seeing it, buuut...Shock factor. Clearly left her unable. That was it.

[puppy_fair]

Zack's uniform simply smiled and waved a pleasant hello as he sauntered on by.

Zack, on the other hand, was several extra shades of red as he realized that there was a slightly larger audience than before. Oh, Ifrit help him...

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Zack, why does this guy have your clothes?" Part of Turtle wasn't sure if she should ask, but she needed a reason to still be standing there and noting that this guy was wearing Zack's clothes. "Want me to kick him in the shins for you?"

[puppy_fair]

Zack was bouncing from foot to foot, clutching the bedsheet closer still.

"Turtle! Hi!" Oh, the squeaking. "He kinda is my clothes! Uh. I think?"

Zack's uniform offered Turtle his most pleasant grin from behind that helmet.

"Fandom," he explained simply, shrugging. "Nice place."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was taking a moment process that. She opened her mouth to say something to Zack, got hit with a nice wave of hi Zack's naked shoulders, and then shifted to distinctly face Zack's clothes.

"Zack's clothes," she said, "why aren't you on Zack's body?"

[puppy_fair]

"He took me off last night before he went to bed," the uniform replied, smiling a suave sort of smile. "For some reason, when he woke up this morning, he didn't want to let me cover him up again."

Zack (and his naked shoulders) were flailing somewhat more.

"For obvious reasons!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah blinked as she was heading for the door of the dorms, to head back up to the roof. "Um. Nice... boxers?" she tried weakly, then waved to the new guy behind Zack who she didn't know.

[puppy_fair]

"They are! Very nice boxers," the new guy replied, waving back pleasantly. "I happen to know that pair intimately. Along with several others."

Excuse Zack. He was going to pull the bedsheet up over his head and try to smother himself to death, now.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Whoa!" Dinah gaped at the new guy, then Zack, and said, "Wait! I thought you never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend or whatever!"

Give her a minute. It's early yet.

[puppy_fair]

"Single!" It was about the only reply that Zack could manage from under the bedsheet. "Still really, really single!"

"And a virgin," the uniform offered. "Though I'm certain he'd be more than happy to toss me aside if it meant that he could get himself lai--"

"GAH."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

And now we're beyond whoa and into pure flail, because hi, hot guy, and wow, confused, and hey, Zack under a sheet. Dinah gulped, stared, and turned redder than red.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool was being followed by two scantily clad Asian women. Now, normally this would be a cause for celebration. A huge one.

Maybe even a parade.

But ooooh noooo. They hadta be swords.

"It's--" One Started. "That boy!" The other finished.

"Yes and he's naked, Iiiii noticed. No touchie students. Got it?"

They sighed. "We know the rules."

[puppy_fair]

Zack's uniform was totally not a student. Zack's uniform was totally going to stop and ogle the swords. And quite openly, yes. Why not?

Helloooo.

Zack was going to continue to flee. Flee as though his life depended on it, yes. There were almost naked women ogling him! And they were with Deadpool. Awkward!

SO much awkward!

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

The swords were less impressed by the running. In fact, they were pouting now. "He didn't bring his sword." A beat. "We like his sword."

Deadpool stared at them. "You guys aren't allowed to encourage him with those damn sword innuendos!"

He squinted at the clothing.

"What are you lookin' at?"

[puppy_fair]

"A nice pair of blades," the uniform replied. And if he was smoothing down a few folds on his person right now, what of it?

He was squinting back, too, but it wasn't as though anyone could see it underneath that ridiculous helmet.

It didn't even have eyeholes.

"Hey, ladies. You've cut me open before." A beat. "Want to let me return the favor?"

There was a reason that Zack had run off so quickly, really.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

They giggled like schoolgirls, moving to surround the clothing. "We cut. Not the other way around."

"Ooookay, what did I say about trying to do these things to people, ladies? It's just not right. Not unless you're into some pretty kinky stuff and have equipment and I once saw a porno like that--"

"We know."

Oh right, he'd been wearing them.

"...but we don't do that in real life, mmmkay?"

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena hadn't been hit by today's strangeness. But she knew a photo-op when she saw one.

Blackmail material, and seriously hot blackmail material, at that.

[puppy_fair]

There was a camera! There was Elena, with a camera.

There was Zack, torn between pausing to pose (he was squeaky and flaily, but it was difficult for a member of SOLDIER to turn down some free publicity), and running faster.

Running faster won.

Zack's uniform, meanwhile, was lagging behind just enough to pose and then blow kisses in Elena's direction. Hey, just because SOLDIER and the Turks had a sort of animosity toward one another didn't mean he didn't appreciate the Turks himself.

Their uniforms were hot.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Had the mun been thinking, Elena's Turks uniform would have been Catherine Zeta-Jones. Ah well.

She'd managed to get one shot of Zack and a few of the random SOLDIER second-class she didn't recognize. Very nice.

She'd have to ask Zack later who his friend -- no. She was not supposed to talk to Zack.