~Tibalt finds Hrodland and Dash~
Hrodland: Oh, hey. 
Military Grade Shitposter
Dash: What's up?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Tibalt: "Enjoying the beach. And you two?"
Hrodland: Same here, I guess, waiting until works calls us again.
Military Grade Shitposter
Dash: Same.
Sorta wishing I'd brought my swimwear down from the Serenity.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Tibalt: "You could always just go naked." 
Lights, Camera, Action!
Valison: *Is cooking some food for the team.*
Hrodland: ... Reminds me I don't have any either >_<
Military Grade Shitposter
Dash: -to Tibalt- Jesus, I at least have some decency.
-From far off you can hear British laughter-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Lights, Camera, Action!
Valison: *Once done with food, he preps them up on a silver platter.*
"Anyone up for lunch?"
Tibalt: "Well I could cast a spell so it looks like you are wearing something."
Military Grade Shitposter
Dash: I'm not sure if I trust you.
That, and you still get to see me naked.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Hrodland: Sounds like a bad idea >_>
Tibalt: "Well, you could let this be an opportunity for me to earn your trust. And I don't actually have to, I can cast the spell while you're still dressed."
Lights, Camera, Action!
Valison: *Is nearby, red in the face.* ._.
"Sirs and madame's?"
Military Grade Shitposter
Dash: -to Tibalt- ...wait, really?
Idunno. I'd feel more comfortable if I had a mirror.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Tibalt: "...can't help with that, sorry." >_<
-People?-
Lights, Camera, Action!
-*Sunny's characters could find Valison, having food on a silver platter.*
Military Grade Shitposter
Dash: Damn.
Maybe later I could fetch one from the ship.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Hrodland: So, hm... ._.
Lights, Camera, Action!
Valison: @Hrodland "What's wrong?"
Tibalt: "Good idea."
-Yup, Hrodland is around, feel free to find'im-