fandomtownies | Outside the Arms Hotel, In the Wee Pre-Dawn Hours, Monday

"We mutiny!" Rikku announced, pumping her fist into the air. "Against ... um. Against anything we don't like! And for the things we do like!"

Okay, so Room 12 of the Arms Hotel -- Rikku, Gwen Cooper, Yzma, and one of the two Buffy Summerses -- had had rather a lot of liquor last night (not that it took much liquor to get Rikku tipsy, but that was hardly the point) and with all of those sane, rational people in one room, with the bonus of liquor spurring them along, the brilliant idea had been birthed: that they should absolutely have some kind of a Naked Mutiny. Against ... erm ... something. Maybe clothing?! The details had been fuzzy.

Not that everyone was naked! Rikku herself was rocking several beaded necklaces on top, and a tool belt on the bottom. But, you know, not everyone could be as brave as Yzma, who was truly a sight to behold. A lot.

This was going to end very poorly for all involved. That was sort of a given, right?

(Fellow roomies were modded with permission. Anyone is welcome to pop in and join the chaos, which is headed to ... maybe a warehouse, for graffiti-related purposes? They have not exactly thought this through, so who knows where they'll actually end up. Major SP in effect for time zone insanity! Please wait for minor OCD!)

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"You'll recover," Dawn giggled, lobbing a piece of chalk at him. "How often do we get to do this anymore?"

"The graffiti or the being blinded by naked old people?" Luke asked. "Because the second one happens more than I'm really comfortable with."

Dawn had...someone completely missed the naked old person. "Wow. Um. She's...she's just...kinda letting it all hang down there, isn't she?"

The expression was usually hang out, but...Yzma.

"Really? How many old people have you seen naked?"

"More than one," Luke said, "and thus too many."

She kept trying to look away, but it was like a black hole of old.

"Are you surrounded by old people, or is this a 'whoops, you should have knocked' kind of thing?"

"It was a 'when a lonely old Jedi has been on a planet by themselves too long, they forget clothing isn't optional,'" Luke said, making a face.

Dawn made a face back. "So...Jedi not a clothing-optional order?"

"Nooooooo," Luke said. "I plan to be very strict on the enforcement of that too."

"Kinda too bad for the younger set," Dawn teased. The Jedi she'd met had been very pretty. "What about partial clothing?"

"I think I'll leave it up to the species," Luke said, "but once you hit triple digits, all clothing on forever."

"Wow, you're strict..."

"Well, right now it's just me, and I'm hoping to live to triple digits," Luke said, "but I'm okay with never being on the street naked like that. Ever."

"I'm completely okay with you living to triple digits." Dawn's lifespan was still something she didn't think about much, if she could help it.

"I don't think you would ever be naked on the street like that," she said, gesturing toward Yzma with her head.

"It would involve swapping certain...appendages," Luke said diplomatically.

"Remind me to tell Buffy that I have a new, revised estimate for old..."

"Past 'dirt,' huh," Luke replied.

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