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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

Now that Zack was officially done with classes for the summer, it was time for a little getting out and about and being social. It was also, Zack decided, the perfect time to get the gerbil that Deadpool had given him out for some exercise.

And that was why, armed with a hamster ball and a bunch of notebooks, Zack was hard at work constructing the most epic gerbil floor-maze the second floor common room had ever seen!

Poor, poor Mr. Winkles.

[Open, as common rooms tend to be!]

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"It was... Awkward." Yes, that was a good word for what it was, right there!

It was also the understatement of the year.

"And not an experience that I want to repeat again. This island, man. I think it's hell-bent on taking away people's clothes."

"It does seem like that, doesn't it?" Hannibal agreed. "I haven't been an animal but the washing machines going on strike wasn't so great. Clothes are kind of a needed necessity around just to get around without people pointing and laughing."

"Though, in all fairness," Zack mused, "there aren't really any people around here who I'd laugh at if they were stuck running around wearing next to nothing."

... Well, Hannibal had seen the student body here, right?

"...true," Hannibal had to agree. "It's not a bad sight, just maybe uncomfortable especially if it's during winter or something."

"Yeah, I'm guessing that would kinda suck. Most people don't take so well to the cold," Zack noted. "I guess it wouldn't be so bad on really hot days, except for sunburn..."

Zack was overthinking, again. But there were just some places where it would be really, really bad to have a sunburn, and, well, the more he tried not to think about things like that, the harder it was to do.

Well, now Hannibal was thinking about it and wincing.

"Ow ow ow ow ow," he said, barely resisting the urge to wince. "That would be unpleasant on so many levels."

"Someone should seriously start setting up emergency clothing stations around the island for things like that," he decided. "I mean, just as much to spare people from the humiliation as the... Uhm. Sunburn."

Zack's brain was officially fired.

Out of a cannon.

Into the sun.

It was the only way.

"Hell, I might start hiding clothes around the island now," he said, imagining the very painful way a sunburn could affect certain areas. "At least a bathrobe or something."

"I'm thinking after two runs across the island wearing not-so-much, I might have to do the same," Zack mused. "Just stash a change of clothes in a garbage bag in the park, or the preserve, or whatever. And then hope that nobody makes off with them. It would probably suck to run around looking for clothing that isn't there anymore."

"We'd have to make sure to label them," he said, laughing a bit now. "So I wouldn't end up in your clothes and you wouldn't end in mine."

"I dunno," Zack mused, "you'd probably wear a SOLDIER uniform alright, if that was all you had to wear."

A pause for consideration.

"Labels are good anyhow, though. Shirts and pants are one thing. It'd be way too weird to end up swapping off underwear."

"It would," he agreed with another laughs. "Uniforms, I could do. If I looked good in them, even better. Boxer shorts or whatever you wear, that'd be a little strange even if no one else but you, me and...Layla knew."

Because she knew stuff.

"She knows stuff," Zack agreed, laughing. "That would be a little on the awkward side, right there."

It would!

"I guess putting all-new underwear into bags like that would make more sense, anyhow. That way, anyone stuck naked could stumble across them and they wouldn't feel weird about putting them on."

"Sounds like the makings of a plan forming," Hannibal noted, rubbing his chin. "Because seriously, this island seems to love to make the people naked, whether via animal transformations, washing machine strikes, gremlins or girls with sticky fingers."

"My clothes turned into a person that one time," Zack added. "If Fandom can find a way to leave you nude and making a dash for clothing, I think it will."

"I had some...magazines turn into people that time," he said, still a little uncomfortable with that. "They were friendly."

"My uniform got cozy with Deadpool's swords," Zack offered. There was a total note of sympathy in there, honest. "I was chased out of my own room so that they could have some... uh... Alone time."

"My magazines got cozy with Chuck's scarf," he shared. "And Chuck himself."

"Chuck slept with your magazines," Zack echoed incredulously. "Okay, Deadpool's swords were hitting on me, but that was weird. It's someone else's stuff."

"Yeeeeeeeah," he said and laughed ruefully. "I couldn't really stop them, though. I wasn't about to go off and sleep with them."

"They're reading material," Zack agreed. "That's really not what they're for."

He shuddered a little.

"My uniform said an awful lot of interesting things about how it was usually draped over my naked body. Uh. I don't wear that one anymore."

"Yeah, I sort of tossed those magazines," he commiserated. "I really didn't to be reading those after that."

"Leave it to Fandom to ruin the stuff you really like, huh?"

Oh, Fandom.

"Guess that's part of the charm of this place."

"Just means I have to find something better," he laughed. "Charming and challenging."

"Something that would be less horrifying if it were to become human," Zack decided. "Which is almost an excuse to take up some weird hobby, like knitting. Just to be safe."

He could picture a human ball of yarn, now. It resembled his grandmother.

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