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Outside of the Arms Hotel, Then Dean Stinson's Office, Very, Very Late Saturday Night

It had, in Rikku's opinion, been way too long. Inexcusably long. And they were all back for the weekend, and she'd promised John Sheppard that they'd get up to some mischief this weekend, and, okay, she was mildly drunk.

So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.

"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.

(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)

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It is fucking cold out are you really sure you want to get naked? No pain, no gain. Skivvies acceptable if you're shy about all-out nudity. But alumni only: that requirement is a must.

(PING EACH OTHER. ANARCHY IS WHAT THE MUTINY IS ALL ABOUT.)

We will be decorating the Dean's office in some really tasteful ways that are sure to piss him off. Like, pictures of weddings, and purity rings, and people wearing badly-fitting clothes. And anything else you might have thought of to bring!!!

Look, I don't know! It's an OCD thread! There! Isn't it pretty?

VIVA LE MUTINY, BITCHES!

Reno didn't need any stinkin' boots. Or clothes! Or much of anything. It was cold?

He was a Turk!

And he was freezing his naked ass off, which might explain why he was not about to stop moving, here.

"Go figure, I had to graduate and move away from the island to finally see one of these, yo." A pause. "Next time, we mutiny in July.

MUTINY, HOOOOO!

Okay, so anytime Rikku and alcohol were involved, John was guaranteed to end up in trouble. It was one of those things he liked about her. "For fall, this isn't so bad," he said, ignoring the sight of his breath crystallizing in the air and the chill whipping through his boxers.

"You're not shouting 'WE MUTINY,'" Rikku fake-pouted. "That's essential and you're totally not doing it."

Rikku: also moving. Even though that made the necklaces jostle, which was dicey for what little modesty she was hoping to hang on to.

"It's horrible," Rikku insisted, bouncing on her toes. Which was killing the modesty, sure, but not freezing to death was important. "But we did one in April so really, it's just one of those things, yeah? Viva le mutiny!"

Modesty, schmodesty. Reno should have brought more booze. That would help with that whole modesty issue nicely!

"We mutiny, then," Reno laughed, even pumping a fist into the air. "We friggin' MUTINY!"

A beat. "Down with the establishment, an' all that shit."

"LONG LIVE THE MUTINEERS!" John shouted, puffing out his chest and enjoying the echo in the night. Okay, so maybe he was colder than he thought, but he didn't seem to care.

"Down with clothes!" she shouted, pumping her fist in the air as well. "Except boots because I don't enjoy frostburn! Down with authority and order and -- and -- I don't remember! I bet Zero knows!"

"It's July in California, you know. We should do this there," John remarked thoughtfully, bouncing on his toes and thankful for all the early morning PT he'd suffered through in tiny shorts for keeping him from totally freezing.

"Oooh!" Toby liked the look of this gathering. "I heard there were screaming naked people and thought I'd stop in. This just for stripping?" Sadly, he didn't need to be drunk to participate. He was already shirtless.

Reno looked down at his feet, and gave his toes a wiggle. He was going to feel that in the morning. But fuck, that was what potions were for. Right now, there was a large amount of alcohol in him, and he was feeling no pain.

"Down with oppression and... whatever!" More fistpumping into the air! Because if he kept moving, then it wouldn't feel so friggin' cold. Right? Right. Right!

Even the tattoo of the chocobo on his ass looked frozen, tonight.

"You know, I still got no friggin' clue where that place is, but I'm all in favor of that, yo. Think Portalocity has a 'no pants, no service' policy?"

Because that would be just like them. Jerks.

"Naaaah, the strippin' is just the fun part," Reno laughed, waving a merry (naked and completely sloshed) hello. "Toby! Long time, man!"

It was amazing, how casual a conversation Reno could have while he was standing outside completely stark naked.

"I'm a little drunk," Rikku confessed. Completely unnecessarily. "I wasn't drunk for the last two. It kinda helps with the ... cold?"

"We're mutinying!" Rikku said. Pfft, it could be a verb if she wanted it to. "We're getting naked and then we're gonna decorate the Dean's office. 'Cause Hades is gone and Zoe is scary and I like Deadpool too much."

"Down with forgetting what we mutiny about!" Rikku yelled. "Down with things that aren't anarchy! Anarchy is good but I can't think of the word that means the other thing! Oppression works!"

"Reno!" It was amazing how completely fine Toby was with drunken nudity. He'd been working at the club too long.

"Dude, I am totally psyched to be back!" He dropped trow all too easily.

"Dude, who's the Dean now? I'm all out of the loop up in Canada." Woe! He didn't even get radio feeds of Professor Hotpants!

"You're in Canada??" Rikku gasped. "But it's cold there! Or are you in a warm spot of Canada? They have to exist, I totally believe there have to be warm spots in Canada. And it's Barney! The guy who was all pervy and told people not to have dates. So we're gonna trash his office and do it naked!"

Never mind that Barney would probably approve of that part.

"Considering some of the aliens I've seen hanging around the portals, I'm going with no. The creepy grey ones are always naked." Which completely skeeved him. How did they go to work with no pants on?

"Down with boring shit and underpants!" Reno was now making things up, yes. "Down with... Um... Dorky Faces and... Down with beans!"

Reno was fond of his beans, but in all of the time that he'd spent tending to them, he was fairly certain that they wouldn't mind him talking behind their back like this.

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