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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.


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[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou plans to face the wall. He hopes he has underwear on under this thing - the way it fits, it's hard to tell. "Ah, yeah, there's a zipper..." he says, mostly to himself. He misses the tomatopocalypse while he fiddles with his suit, unzipping it enough so that he can try and wriggle his arms out, which seems to be an oddly difficult exercise.

[koyo]

Spain's trunk is perfectly acceptable.

Before he can even realize it, everyone is beginning to change. Well, he wants to change too! While everyone else is stripping and changing into their clothes, Spain is taking the tomatoes out of his trunk, trying to find some clothes. In almost no time, there's a pile of tomtos beside him, lollipops, and a soccer ball. He's working his way to the bottom, okay.

[greennotgold]

Aaah, everyone else is changing. Fletcher quickly turns away from all of them and fumbles with his suit. Eventually he figures out that it's stretchy enough to just pull down over his body; after that, it's not long until he's put his nice, normal clothes on.

And the hat. Can't forget the hat.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

The Netherlands, so far, has managed to get the top part of his suit off without setting Poffertje down; the rest, though, isn't going to come off so easily so he sets the rabbit down on the foot of the bed, setting a few straws of hay next to him. Poffertje immediately begins nibbling and if anybody were paying attention, they might see a slight smile of satisfaction on Holland's face. Yes, the rabbit seemed fine. This was very important to him. He takes a shirt out of the chest and tugs it on, glancing over at Spain while buttoning it; he was never overtly concerned with personal nakedness.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you packed such useless things yourself." He mentions to Spain, with a frown.

[thisclinchesit]

A bit more awkward fumbling, and Shoutarou is free from the suit. Skintight suits are so much more easy to deal with when they work via transformation.

Quite shortly, Shoutarou is back in his element with his usual clothing fare, and the all-important black fedora. The catsuit is folded clumsily and put in the trunk. He gathers what's part of his usual working gear, then closes it. Afterwards, he puts his watch on, leaning against the bed. "That's much better."

[koyo]

"If you want some candy, you just have to ask, Holanda. But I didn't pack anything." Spain replies, emptying the rest of the trunk. A soccer ball rolls across the room, a gun lies besides the tomatoes, the change of clothes tossed onto the bed, and he stares curiously at the sword as he draws it. "I wonder who decided what we'd get. . . What did everyone else get?"