fandomhighdorms | Dorm Lobby, Saturday Afternoon

A trip to Japan might not have ended in some wacky adventures on a normal day, with people who weren't from Fandom or inclined to getting roped into insanity. It might have just ended with some sore feet from walking around and bad souvenirs being purchased.

But that was not to be for the group who had just returned from their little visit. Stan wearing very different clothing than he'd started with, Butters in what appeared to be a maid's outfit and some kitty ears, Toby missing a shoe and his shirt, Jim having some skillfully applied Kabuki make up on and Sam with a glittery eyepatch.

"You know, I've learned something today," Stan said, arms crossed over his chest. "The future may seem pretty cool with all the robots and cyborgs running around. But I've learned that they're just the same douches that have always been around. No one is better because they live in some fruity little cyber-punk world where people ask you what you'd do if you saw a turtle in the middle of the road. And just because you have the technology to heat Pop Tarts instantaneous in someone's chest cavity and create holographic images of sexual fetishs that no one needed to know existed, that doesn't mean you should. Because it's just freakin' weird and everything should be taken in moderation. Besides, it's just going to bite us in the ass in about ten years."

A beat.

"So let's never do this again. Ever. Ever."

Yes. That was a good moral, Stan.

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"Yeah," said Butters, filling in for Kyle's usual part with a faint smile on his face as he mused thoughtfully on Stan's excellent message. His 'paws,' hands cloaked in puffy gloves to make the kitten-maid costume all the more complete, were tucked in front of him delicately, but then they started to rub together a little bit in the remembrance that playing a real-life Salutations Feline hadn't been nearly as fun as he'd hoped.

"I sure wish I'd known that cyborgs had a weak spot for kitten-maid earlier," he muttered, shaking his head. "Else I'd have never put this on in the first place..."

"Yeah, what is up with that?" Stan asked. "If that's the future of what people find hot, I'm being abstinent."

"Aww, gee, Stan, I don't know," Butters mused as he fluffed out his short little skirt a little; it wasn't difficult to do with the layers of crinoline. "I think it's kinda cute..."

There was a slight pause.

"I mean, if it were on a girl and everything."

Despite the disclaimer, there might have been a little pose thrown in. See, Stan? Don't you think it's cute? DON'T YOU?

"...Butters, you are so gay."

"N-now, Stan," said Butters, putting his kitten hands on his hips with a frown; something about escaping cyborgs made him feel a little bolder than usual. Or maybe it was just the costume. "That's not true. I'm just a little bicurious, and that's okay, because that's how God made me, and we're all a little like God, so God's a little bicurious, too."

But then the facade of strength shifted a little as Butters started to squirm. "But these corsets sure are itchy."

That was a very good speech, but...

"...yeah, still pretty gay there."

Butters sighed. Well, he'd made an effort, anyway.

"I know," he muttered.

"You don't have to dress up like a girl anymore, you know." A beat. "Right?"

"I know," said Butters, tapping his claws together. "It's just that, well, we're all a little damp right now, still, so I thought I'd wait until I dried off a little, so that I don't track water into my room and everything."

Why did everyone have to come out to him? This was hardly fair.

"And the gloves?"

"They're nice and warm," Butters offered. "You better bet, my hands are nice and dry."

Stan was just going to give you a look now, Butters. A judging look that judged.

"Fine," said Butters, slumping his arms and turning toward the stairs. "I'll go change."

Dorm Lobby, Saturday Afternoon

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