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[People may have noticed over time that Roger basically had two outfits. His US Army uniform, and his blue mechanic jumpsuit.]

[Well, something of an 'incident' had happened in his room, and by the end all his clothes were drenched with brown coffee stains. Including the boxers he was wearing in the laundry room.]

[The were very American boxers. Red white and blue~ (and now brown) Arguably also very french boxers, but whatever.]

[Did I mention that's all he was in? Embarassingly brown stained boxers? At ... at least it was only stained on the front side.]

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[Devon is in the laundry room as well - even someone like her has to make sure their clothes are not COMPLETELY smelly from time to time.]

Hmm?

[She pays little attention to Roger's stain. It's his problem. Also, she acts pretty natural for someone whose clothing is currently in a washing machine, which means she's... yeah, naked.]

AHH! [For a second he looks like he saw a ghost]

[CLAPS HIS HANDS ON HIS CHEEKS--]

[CLAPS HIS HANDS OVER HIS EYES]

[OH GOD THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE'S SEEN A NAKED WOMAN OUTSIDE OF A MAGAZINE]

[... peeks through fingers occassionally]

Did you develop sudden, sharp pains in your eyes?

[Devon asks like if nothing happened. Perhaps being naked is standard business in whatever hobo-land she lived for most of ther life.

Or perhaps she's just trolling.]

YOU!!

YOU HARLOT!

[COVERING HIS EYES AS HE MAKES RUDE DECLARATIONS]

Hmm?

[Devon turns to face Roger, which only means he gets a better view.]

Say that again?

WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING ANY CLOTHES!?

They're inside.
[Pats the still-operating washing machine.]

MARCH RIGHT INTO THAT LAUNDRY MACHINE AND PUT ON A DRESS

You make no sense.

[Devon starts to sound aggravated. The machine is still working - did Roger lose his mind or something. She starts to continue doing what was interrupted by his entrance, that is reading a book. While standing, without clothes.]

[YOU ARE NOT ALONE, ROGER! And I mean that in a good way, not as a warning. In fact, after looking down at Roger's ruined clothes, Josh can't help but pipe up.]

You know, I'm pretty sure we could find you some clothes somewhere. Either borrow them from another crewmate or the next time we need to get supplies.

I didn't expect to be going to the future.

Or that the future wouldn't have clothing stores all over.

Or that Neo America would kick us and their own president out before I got to go buy more clothes.

[mope, fuck my life]

That's life for you. A whole lot of things you'd think couldn't happen often times do. You're not gonna let it get you down, are you? There's more than enough people here who'll help.

The unbelievable always chases after me.

Hey, keep your chin up. Sooner or later they'll get the message and stop. Either that or they have no sense of pattern recognition... which I suppose means you'll never run out of Kool-Aid and other delectable things.

It's usually not as spiffy as the Kool-Aid pitcher. I remember that time the giant flying electric eel threatened to kill the endangered Lochness Monster if we didn't give it Hildebrand.

Not one for cooked eel, are you?

You can eat eel? Ick.

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Normally, I would not complain, but might I point out that you're not wearing any pants?

[[Does this sound familiar?]]

[turns bright red]

I'm, I'm not de-pantsed because I want to be!

I can see that, provided the stains.

But all the same, I seem to recall hearing something similar once. [[But, she's grinning, teasing him.]]

WELL IF YOU HAD PANTS THAT FIT ME I'D BORROW THEM. [SNIFFLE]

The only pants I own are those I use for Kendo. They may fit you. Elastic waistband.

... if you would be so kind... [sniffle]

[[She gives a polite bow.]]

I'll excuse myself for a moment then.

[[And she's gone... for a while. But not delaying to embarrass him or anything, her room is just kinda far.

But she's back, and has a pair of blue hakama. It does look like a skirt though...]]

Here you are, sir.

I ... thought you said you had pants.