CSI: Furdom

[Avuneon]

Collin took Saphir's arm.  "Field trip!  She'll have me back by nine, Cattie!"  Heading for the door, he gave her a wink and headed for the door.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude chained the two chamelions and Psychic further, even including electroshock collars that would taze them if they attempted to escape or remove them. Then she headed off to the showers, carrying a set of coveralls t=from the lab garage.

[Vosur Aekira]

After Vosur dried off enough to get rid of the smell, he wanders into a janitorial closet and grabs a vaccumn, then starts cleaning up the messes he's caused. "Oh well... with every action, there is a reaction..."

Marie wanders off to the female bathroom to spot-clean herself as best as she can, washing her hair out in the sink. "Gotta fight instinct..." she kept repeating to herself as she continued washing up.

Shifting around in the bed, Psychic slowly opens his eyes and sneezes, his powder-covered glasses fall off of his muzzle as he looks around, one eye being golden-colored and the other being red colored, both focusing on the chameleon twins. "Man, looks like I'll have to wait until those two wake up..."

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude emerged from the showers and glared at Psychic. "You're waiting hella longer than that."

[Dr. Strange]

"Sure. I'm driving!" Saphir yells, following him out the door.

[Vosur Aekira]

"And I thought you and Vosur would've had the decency to clean us up while we were out..." He smirks as he looks around, getting a feel for his surroundings. He then reaches to scratch the back of his neck, but the new collar stops him. "Hm... what am I now... a pet?"

Vosur is still cleaning up the powder, keeping the electronics area his primary attention as he takes care in not breaking anything.

[Avuneon]

Collin walked into the store with Saphir, looking around rather amazed.  "It's been a long while since I've bought clothes... Most of what I had were given to me as charity from supporters of The Cause, so I really don't know what I'm doing here!"  He said the last while chuckling.  After a few paces he stopped and turned to her.  "Make me pretty, lady!"

[Dr. Strange]

Grinning, she drags him over to a rack of baggy jeans. "Let's see..." She mumbles, pulling one of each size off. "What size do you wear?" She goes over to the shirts and picks out several different styles to fit him. "There. I'll go get everyone else's whiler you try those on. Dressing rooms' over there." She points behind him to a pair of doors and wanders over to several multi-colored shirt and jean racks.

[Avuneon]

"The legs on these jeans are huge..."  

[Dr. Strange]

"That's the point. Big legs mean better concealed weapons." She replies, pulling out several shirts and jeans. "Ugh, I hate buying jeans for myself. I always look skinny in them and horrid in baggy." She calls out, glaring at the clothes in mild disgust.

[Avuneon]

"So this is what happened to the overcoat, eh?  Forgotten in favor of trousers that don't fit...  I bet they don't look as cool billowing in the wind either."

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"Not a pet, no. And to clean you up, well, we didnt want to give you any more slipperyness than you already have."

[Dr. Strange]

"Yep. They look rather silly now. But you could still wear one if you want." She calls, walking into the dressing room and slipping on a pair of tight jeans and a complimenting tee. "How's this?" She walks out timidly, head slightly down.

[Vosur Aekira]

"Not a pet, no. And to clean you up, well, we didnt want to give you any more slipperyness than you already have."

"Isn't it your job to take care of anyone you have in custody to ensure they make the trial?" He tries brushing out as much of the dust from his fur and clothing as he could.

Both chameleon twins were still asleep, oblivious to their surroundings or what had just happened.

Marie, after having cleaned up as best as she could, comes out of the ladies' bathroom looking like she had fought with the sink, muttering a few curses in Russian as she just walked by without taking notice to anyone around her.

Vosur, still cleaning the remaining powder away from the electronics, empties the bag from the vacuum and resumes. "Me and my big ideas..."

[Avuneon]

"Well, I've always enjoyed wearing a long coat myself, so-"  He cut off his sentence as she walked out.  "I don't think you'll be hearing any complaints any time soon.  Not from me at least."