14413/Clothes Hamper

Clothes Hamper
Date of Scene:	14 March 2023
Location:	Recreation Room
Synopsis:	= A philisophical chat ending in a chase.
Cast of Characters:	Sharon Smith, Atrid, Rahne Sinclair

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Sharon Smith has posed:
A purple haired woman trudged down the school's hall wearing what seemed to be... anything and everything. It was as if someoene dove into the school's laundry room and emerged with whatever fit! Atrid would very likely recognize one of his shirts stretched over the top of her outfit, bulging and distorted over the wild layers of garments underneath. The only unrecognizable piece of her attire was a single, knitted mitton large enough to cover both of her hands.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen looks up curiously, taking in the sight of the purple haired woman, his own red and white hair hangs loose down his back. Dressed in 90's style hot topic chic with black Tripp pants and boots and a black fishnet shirt on he shakes his head. "Hey what are you doing with my shirt on?" He asks his tone one of curiosity but not anger.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne for the most part is sitting at a beanbag holding everyone favorite book, the Bible. She is calmly looking it over before looking in to notice Sharon and boy does she stare. She then laughs a little bit as she closes the book and then stands up to check on the other shifting mutant. "Sharon, what are you doing?

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith stopped suddenly at Atrid's accusation. It was polite not to trudge by people that talked to one directly. She stared back at Atrid with devilish blue eyes, pushing her mitton infused hands towards his face as she thought of an excuse... "You're wearing a shirt." she decided fairly before looking over her shoulder. "I am being a proper student!" she stated proudly. Sharon wasn't much for 'acting' human. She seemed to pride herself on being a 'cat' first and foremost, with humanity being an odd sideshow to her usual routine.

Catseye failed in many ways, but clothes were definitely a point in her favor. The quantity, insane variety, and lack of ownership were all terrible choices, but at least she was wearing something... if not everything.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahna shakes her head, "I'm going to have to take you clothes shopping sometime Sharon and get you a proper wardrobe." She then motions for Sharon to return the clothes she has poached, funny as this little thing is. "Proper students would wear one set of clothes. It is a wonder you aren't over heating in all those garments.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen laughs and pats a spot beside him. "That's fair enough. Please sit down." He says with a smile. "I'm Atrid Torsen, a pleasure to meet ya darlin'." He says his accent thick and clearly from Brooklyn before looking to Rahne. "We've met once or twice have we not?" Atrid asks simply. "Sorry I was away for a bit."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith sat beside atrid in a very cordial fashion after he patted the seat beside him. She awkwardly extended her hands, which were both entrapped in a single, kitted mitton. "Catseye" she greeted, despite being clearly acknowledge as Sharon by the other shifting mutant in the room.

"I am wearing clothes" she complained to Rahne, as if it were a point of contestation frequently thrown in her direction. "I am surprised you are not under-heating in all those garments." she mildly parroted in accusation, jabbing her mitton trapped hands in accusation.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
The young woman looks at Sharon and begins to work on freeing her hand from the mitten. "Sharon, these are worn as a pair. you wear one on each hand not both hands in one." She chuckles as she tries to argue with child like logic. "Yes. You are wearing clothes but you are wearing to many clothes." She motions to her outfit. "You only need one shirt and one pair of shorts or pants.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smiles and laughs shaking his head a bit. "She's fine, hell she can keep my shirt, looks better on her any way." He says with a grin. "A pleasure Catseye, they call me CryoPyre, when I'm doing the hero thing." He glances to Rahne. "Oh let her be, I think it's kind of cute honestly." He says with a bright smile, it's genuine and one not often worn by Atrid. "So Catseye, may I ask your age, you seem rather innocent, and like you don't seem to understand the concept of clothing."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith narrowed her eyes and clutched her fingers as Rahne pulled at the end of her knitted mitton. The result was a slight stretching of an already over-stretched mitton, which eventually sprang free from her pale hands. "Too many... too little... not this shirt." she complained. She ditched at least one of the ill-fitting jackets she had on before glacing sideways at Atrid. "What do I wear?" she asked in complaint.

Atrid's acknowledgement of her ridiculous behavior put a sudden end her impromptu strip routine. If only strip clubs had taken on Catseye's logic, they might have made as much as she claimed for her age: "Hundreds." she stated proudly.

"Of days" she corrected

"And more..." she added more appropriately.

"How do you know? Do you count them all?" she asked in complaint. It was the essence of a very different story, but in the perspective of someone who truely wasn't sure of their own birthday.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
There is a part of Rahna that just wants to give up on this line of reasoning. Last time she met Sharon she remembers running around all over in the animal forms. "So Sharon i am going to ask, is that comfortable? Wearing all that?

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smiles and nods softly. "We usually tend to measure in years, though I'll take your reasoning." He smiles as he leans back. "I'm just curious to know since you seem so sweet and not corrupted by the evils of the world." Atrid laughs before looking from Rahne to Catseye to see her response.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith 's head lazily drooped to the side as she groaned in response to Atrid's statement "I know. You measure in years." she replied with almost a groan. Time seemed to be a precariously annoying concept to her, along with clothes apparently, as she slowly peeled off several more layers.

"None of this is comfortable." she acknowledged as she stripped herself to a more approchable layer of clothes. She might have had a few more socks than were normal, but was otherwise vaguely presentable.

"Why wear it at all?" she asked, picking up a fallen shirt (Adrid's shirt) "If not it all?" Her words almost seemed philisophical, if they weren't so ridiculous.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahna is stuck trying to explain the clothes situation, after all a few hours ago she was in her wolf form cause she didn't want to wear a jacket. She actually huff a bit, sounding like one of those dogs that is just grumpy before she shakes her head. "I honestly don't know how to explain the clothes thing. So are you a new student? I haven't seen you around.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen blinks a few times before shaking his head. "Don't ask me, I've always worn clothes." He shrugs. "It's something to do with propriety." He says honestly. "But I too haven't seen you around, though you act younger you look to be about my age."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith offered an almost trained, sheepish grin at Rahne's 'huff'. She seemed proud at poking fun of the norm of her situation, despite lacking any nuance or strategy.

"I will not ask, but You must be very old" she decided about Atrid's statement.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne Sinclair meanwhile goes back to her beanbag and pulls up her book for now. She picks up her large soda and takes a sip from the teeth rotting soda and then flips to a mark section of her book and goes back to reading.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen laughs and shakes his head. "I'm only 19 years old so no I'm not that old. But I wouldn't mind getting to know a student about my age." He says with a laugh draping an arm around the back of where they are seated.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Catseye tilted her head before deciding "I am older than that." to Atrid's statement.

Sharon's eyes flicked with sudden fixation on the movement of Atrid's arm. A puff of whatever clothes Catseye wore fluttered down beside him as the streak of a small black cat erupted from her seat. The feline darted with remarkable speed past Rahne's feet before vanishing down the hall.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
There is a pause as catseye begins to bolt in her feline form. Every impuse of hers want to chase that cat, infact you can see her wolf ears popping out as she is having to resist the impulse to chase the animal. Oh sweet laord, yes that is proper Scottish, give her strength.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen shakes his head and calls after Catseye. "I'm sorry I meant nothing by it!" He calls after the bolting cat before looking to Rahne. "Was it something I did??"

Sharon Smith has posed:
A single, yellow eye barely peeked from the end of the hall. Perhaps she wanted to be chased. It was impossible to know if that was her intent, because the slightest movement caused the yellow glint to suddenly vanish from view.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Well Rahne has the commence sense to wear her special clothes and so she gives into the urge, the bible flies from her hand and the 1,050 pound dire wolf that is Rahna bolts from the beanbag and begins to chase after the cat. Of course cats can corner better than dogs so mayhem assures as she slides and hits the wall before starting to go after the cat.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen sighs and gives chase! "Yo Stop leave her alone...don't do this don't scare her!" He calls chasing the two.

Sharon Smith has posed:
A lot of noise erupted from the halls. It was likely followed by *a lot* of mess...

Catseye could have stuck to the single form of slipping off as a small feline, but the chase seemed more important than her actual escape.