It had been an idle thought that started to grow.

Since the whole clothing-fighting naked disaster during the Nightmare King, Rein had been packing more than one set of plantsuit on her person. Even while the barrier jacket was nice and comfy, it was also impractical for every day life. As such, she had gone out hunting for a place and found what she was looking for. With a modern set of sewing materials, all she needed was cloth.

Cloth was a rare thing on Stacy, most of it pre-fabricated and brought up from the last big mission off world. As such, Rein had gone to W&P in search of said items. It had taken the better part of a week to find what she was looking for, and another three to four days hauling all of the cloth up, but the vast collection of cloth, lace and other fabrics were finally in place.

Switches were flipped and Rein sat down at the nearest machine, working on it. She had cast a minor animation spell on a couple of machines and they were automatically forming belts and sashes while the intricate needlework was up to her.

Soon though, she was busy working as she whistled a jaunty tune, ironically Whistle While You Work. The sign to the building was fresh and polished, reading Stormwind Clothiers and the outside of the building was wood-and-brick. The inside was meshed with old and new, mixed foot pedal and even small light armors.

Rein wore a little grin, a sign of victory as she held up her first creation, a pretty dress, pink and red and white with ruffles.

It was a dead ringer for Sakura Kinomoto's most iconic dress from her series.

Yes, Rein was making cosplay.

Beware the desu.

It was a well known fact that Negi couldn't sleep well without sleeping near anyone. Even when he was tempered by experiences, he was still ten, and prone to nightmares. As such, the young boy had sleepwalked through the rooms of the dorm and his internal Girl Senses had located someone. Tall, soft, smelled like machine oil and soap.

Perfect.

Still nearly 100% asleep, Negi crawled into bed alongside the form and curled up, sleeping until morning when he stirred and sleepily muttered, "Morning Oneechan..."

And planted a soft kiss on the person's lips.

New Canton training grounds. It was a decent camp, full of find memories of Independent soldiers going through basic training as the War for Independence kicked off. Gwen had spent a good deal of time stomping and marching over every inch of the camp from the mountains off in the distance to along the river bank to the east of the barracks. The place she had picked for the testing of explosives was where her cavalry unit had tested our their tanks, their skiffs, their mortars, and pretty much everything they had ever used to go boom with. It gave the red head a giddy feeling as she wheeled the red sorrel horse around for another run at the targets she had asked Stacy to supply at the ends. A small sprint for the animal, yes, but the challenge was getting the required number of shots off in the target zone before hitting a certain mark.

Gwen was really going to have to do this more often.

Wheeling the horse back around she urged the mare forward bringing up her g-36 rifle to her shoulder popping off two rounds as she hit the first mark. Three more as the second passed, and a final try as the horse came within distance of the last. Carefully the red head pulled back on the reins while the horse chomped at the bit in her mouth, encouraging her to move over to the target. That was when Gwen scowled- shy on the last shot of hitting inside the zone. The others were sound enough for a kill shot, but that last one? She was going to have to try it again. Giving her chrono a glance she figured there was enough time for one more round before Kyle or Tycho were to show up. With a hoot and a hollar the red head wheeled the horse back around grinning like a fool. Yep- one more round.

Jaina was where Jaina always was when she felt listless. The hangar. Though, today she isn't working on x-wings. They may have been looking a bit ropey in their ripe old age, but they had always been a reliable design and today she finds their current batch in annoyingly good condition. Certainly nothing that required any major maintenance and she wasn't about to try overclocking them closer to XJ3 standards without clearance.

No, she would need a project. The Falcon was off limits, but there were still a fair few small freighters and transports collecting dust in the back of the hangar. She paced the deck a few times, looking for one that shouted out at her. The one she eventually plumped for is a small, sleek, ray-like star yacht. They were a relatively common sight in the Core Worlds, popularised chiefly by young and affluent thrill-seekers, much to the chagrin of the freight haulers they swept up on the space lanes.

It was perfect. Smugglers liked to use them so she knew it would not only be fast but easily modifiable. The Terriks' Pulsar Skate was supposedly of the same design, though you'd never know by looking at it. And although she wouldn't have nearly enough parts for it yet, the young mechanic could pretty much gut the thing and rebuild it from scratch, exactly how she wanted it. And of course the longer it took, the better.

An hour later she has a section of the hangar bay cornered off to work on it and half-sits, half-lays amid a pool of schematics, scribbling over the interior layouts. Scrap the passengers' quarters for quads here, bolster the shield projectors there...