The Exploits of Misfit Company

Stella grins and flicks some water at Kasha. "I guess so. Don't burn yourselves," she adds as the girls start going almost totally under.

Kasha, too, joined in on the motorboating, giving Stella a curious glance, trying to figure what she meant. Oh right. Cuz hot water herp!!!

As Yvan takes his anger out on the forest, in the pause between one tree and another breaking, he hears a loud mreow from behind him as Obsidian hops down from one of the few intact trees, tail flicking and the blue flames at the ends of his ears and tail flickering as he tilts his head at the goliath.

After about 15-20 minutes, Vastra gets out of the pool and dries herself off. "Well I think that we should get out of here before we get too wrinkly. And it's time for us to start shopping for dresses."

Stella slips out of the water as well with a smile, toweling herself off. "You're right, we have shopping to do."

Kasha looked at her fingers and gasped in surprise. She touched foreheads with Alys and show her her hands. She whispered with dire horror.

"Look.....! They're so.....wrinkly!"

The wizard would play along echoing Kasha’s horror, wiggling her fingers at the Druid. “Mine too!” She’ll splash some water playfully at her before making a getaway.

Alys will pull herself out of the tub as well to start toweling herself off. She’ll slip her fuzzy robe back on and tip toe around to stuff her pockets with the best left overs. “We do?” She’ll say with a cheek full of berries following behind Stella. The elf will reach to grab Kasha to make sure she was coming along too. 

"What t-! BLpTHB!" Kasha would shriek playfully at the splash of water. Seeing everyone getting out, Kasha was happy to oblige. She'd take a moment and stare as they toweled off, admiring, possibly for the first time, their physical forms. "Nuts, you guys are so pretty. All clean and like..not dirty. Or smelly."

It was time to get a dress for the party. She quickly toweled off, feeling brand new, and barked gleefully as Alys grabbed her and off they went.

Successful in his findings of a wooded area where he could let go, Yvan had ensured that he had wandered deep enough within as to not alert or cause harm to anyone. Then he simply let go of his composure.

Yvan had been in the middle of splitting a piece of tree trunk in two when he heard the familiar meow from behind him, fully startling the goliath from the memory. He drops the pieces of wood immediately and turns around to see Obsidian sitting there, judging observing him. There is a breath that escapes him when he realizes it's just him, his shoulders also visibly relaxing as a result. Then he looks down at his hands, marred with his own blood, dirt, and plenty of splinters he couldn't even feel within his skin, then to the area he had destructed. 

Several trees have been uprooted and split in half, many of them having been so carelessly tossed aside. A moment later, he feels guilt settle in the pit of his stomach as he brings his gaze back on the familiar. "Don't... Don't tell anyone. Please." He voice comes out nearly pleading to the feline to not notify the others of what he's done, fearing just what they would think of him had they found out. His hands begin to shake at the thought. "I-I... I'll... I'll fix this. J-just please..."

Obsidian looks at Yvan for a long moment, tail flicking, before tilting his head with another mreow. He moves over to the goliath and gives him a reassuring headbutt.

Yvan takes a step back as Obsidian gets closer, but it isn't far back enough for the feline to not meet his mark. The reassuring headbutt gets his look to soften and his hands to cease their shaking. "Thank you..." Yvan mutters, about to kneel down to pet him, but he stops himself from doing so when he views the state of his hands again. "Sorry... Let... let me clean up."

Prior to leaving the area, Yvan will properly stack the tree trunks in a neat pyramid, apologizing to them silently before walking off. Whether or not Obsidian comes with him Yvan will find an area in which he could properly wash up and bandage his hands. 

Had the feline joined him, after finishing the task, he would look down to him and ask, "Do... Do you know if the girls are done at the spa? Stella was going to help me, um, find a place that can make me some fancy clothes... If they're done... can you lead me to them?"

Kasha tried on a dress Stella handed her. She put it on, it fit beautifully well around her slender frame, and even allowed her to show off some leg. She twirled around a few times, admiring herself in some sort of mirror. "PERFECT for running around in. Heh Heh Hehhhhh..." she said, then startled, covering her mouth, realizing she had just said that out loud. She quickly changed the subject, asking the group. "What do you think!?"

Obsidian does indeed join Yvan, and purrs as Yvan mentions the girls. The cat sticks his nose in the air for a moment before darting off, glancing back every now and then to make sure Yvan's keeping up.

During shopping, Stella helps everyone with her expert eye for fashion, giving suggestions and presenting options for those feeling truly lost. She smiles at Kasha. "Perfect."

Kasha gives Stella a kiss on the cheek and ballet dances over to Alys, dancing around her in her own little way to show it to her.

Yvan does indeed keep up with Obsidian with little to no issue, making sure to thank the feline prior to entering the establishment the girls were in now.

Once he’s spotted them, he gives a sheepish wave in their direction, they at most spotting his freshly bandaged hands. The goliath also is sure to keep a distance from them, telling himself he was doing it in case they wanted to still have their girl time. When Kasha asked for an opinion on what she sported now, he gives her a mere thumbs up and a forced smile in her direction.

Yvan hadn’t expected anything on the racks to fit him, so he didn’t bother with looking through them. If anything, he would wait for the tailor to approach him about getting something custom made, in which he would nervously flag down Stella when they started asking about things he didn’t know how to answer. Patterns, colors, fabric types... “I-I trust in whatever you decide for me, Stella.”

The moment Stella sees Yvan, she gives him a warm smile and makes her way over to him. "Don't worry Yvan, we'll get this done in no time," she promises as Obsidian jumps up onto her shoulder.

The young woman proceeds to use every ounce of her personality, fashion sense, and determination to get Yvan a suit that fits him perfectly, that he's comfortable and looks good in. From choosing colors to rattling off style names to turning on the "noble air" to get everything done well in time, she makes sure the goliath ends up with the perfect outfit for the party, running things by him for approval before any final decisions are made.

Kasha stared at Yvan. Hol' up, yo. Wayment. Something was off. His hands. Those wounds were new. Snff. The smell of forest. The slight hesitation in his voice. While Stella was picking something out for him, she walked up to him and looked at him with concern. A little mischievous suspicion. She said nothing for a few moments, just stared at him. When it got to the point of being uncomfortable, she said, "Something is off. What's wrong?"

Yvan stood there awkwardly as Stella did her thing, simply nodding along with whatever it was she was deciding for him. Truthfully, he had no idea what he liked. Clothes were clothes, colors were colors, he saw no need to be particular about it, but this was a fancy party and image was everything. Stella knew better than he on this topic, so he trusted her better judgement in making him look presentable to the public. If the Misfits looked good, then it would be good on their reputation, and with good reputation came better paying jobs... His face soured a bit, realizing he was sounding like Bixby for a moment there.

His mind had been flitting off, but it there was a sense of being watched that brought him back. His nerves bubbled a bit when he noticed Kasha’s intense gaze, looking behind himself to ensure it was him she was looking at. Yeah, no, it was definitely him, but she wasn’t saying anything. The Goliath’s nerves started to boil, his face heating up as a result and just as he opens his mouth to ask her why she was staring at him, she speaks. 

He hesitates for a second, but goes on to say, “Nothing.” There was a pang of guilt that hits him. “I... I’m fine, just... nervous about the party.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. He was nervous about the party as parties normally had too many people and he would assume that most of them would want to converse with the members of the Misfits, him included. He takes a second to look to his bandaged hands. Right. Probably need to explain this too. “Oh, uh, Bix... told me we needed firewood... so I went to get firewood, but... I forgot my axe. Used my hands instead. Not smart, but we got enough firewood to last us a year...” 

Vastra purchased the set of clothes that I showed in Discord the other day.

Insight: 27

"Used your hands, huh?" she squinted. "Can I see?" She gently took his hands and looked at them. Something wasn't quite right. "Forgot your axe?" she studied him for another minute. "Firewood for what?"

Medicine: 12