"Roger."
Michael gets in the craft and locates the local clothing to change into, which he proceeds to do.
((Oops. My bad.))
Get into the craft and change clothes
((Yeah, I forgot to mention the whole "scarred like he had rolled down a flight of stairs with steps made of broken glass" bit.))
Milno leaves the shuttle and gets into the civilian aircraft to change into the local clothes. He's getting nearly awfully used to this kind of thing by now.
Into the craft, get dressed conservatively (meaning with clothes that do well in covering the scarring without being too conspicuous) and Milno's ready to go.
"Yeah, it's colder here than on Sword." Ulrich says as he finishes dressing up. It's not like cat-girl's opinions matter to him. Much.
It is cold here, right? Right?! It's cool, dry planet and early morning after all.
The city you're going to, and the place you're at right now are near the equator, where it's warmer and wetter. So it's a bit chilly, but not enough to save your pride.
"Right, I hope yous' got some decent clothing. Let's see what we-WOAH. No one warned me about the sausage festival. Pardon."
Slip past naked dudes, examine clothing, see if it differs from what the men are wearing. Change in the most inconspicuous part of the aircraft.
Modesty. Ha!
The ship takes off even as the group finishes changing. The outfits are universally light and loose fitting, though made of something strangely insulating so that they remain warm. The outfits are split into shirt and pants, with each garment colored some shade of purple, red, yellow, or green, and decorated with strips of detailed embroidery along the cuffs, collar, and other seams. The men's shirts hang lower, halfway to their knees, and their collar is tighter. D'usse's clothing is much the same, but her shirt trades a long hanging body for sleeves which hang past her hands and flair outward, and her collar is looser. Their pants are basically identical, as are their laceless, slipper like shoes. They each have a hat to wear, if they should want to, with the men having something that looks like a puffy mass of gold and saffron cotton candy attached to a headband while D'usse has something that looks like a hairnet made of silver threads and studded with turquoise beads.
"Those clothes are a bit upscale for the area." the pilot shouts back from the cockpit, "Should let you get by with minimal hassle. No one ever stops a rich man." The vessel banks for a few seconds then straightens out. "There are some less conspicuous bags back there as well. Stick your stuff in em. We'll be landing soon."
The team transfers their gear into touristic rolling suitcases and, after another 15 or so minutes of watching the country side whip past below them at high speed, arrives at the airport. They unload and are handed off to a driver, who hustles them through a quiet, almost abandoned airport concourse, past storefronts barred with metal shutters and empty ticket counters into a parking structure. From there, a pair of dull, unremarkable cars, which crawl early morning streets, taking a circumspect route into the larger downtown area. The drive, through streets still lit with yellow streetlights in the grayglow predawn, is quiet. Buildings loom high overhead, their tops lost, hidden somewhere past the edge of the window, and give the occupants a feeling of drifting down some primal canyon of gray stone and glittering glass.
The apartment complex and the bank lie within a band of clearly older buildings, partially subsumed by the newer highrises around them. The bank itself is quite old and ornate looking, evoking an oddly out of place Neo-gothic appearance and flanked on either side by far more mundane red brick and concrete structures. The apartment itself, on the second floor of the building opposite and a bit to the left of the bank, is a large unit; two bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and kitchen, with a bay window and balcony overlooking the street and the bank itself. The room was furnished, though spartan, with nothing but the beds, a couch and tv, beyond the normal appliances of stove, refrigerator (Empty, as it was), and microwave.
By the time the team gets in and unloaded, the first few cars of the morning rush to work are already zipping down the street outside.
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