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Rein was hard at work mass producing a few costumes when her information post got a wealth of replies. So she had fired up the sewing machines and was hard at work itemizing things. An appointment here with Arika, a few more there, and that nervous sounding young man for after hours.

She was humming as she moved to make a suit of fantasy armor, one of that undoubtedly cut for females but she had been playing a LOT of Monster Hunter on the PSP.

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"Well it's not to say he won't go all out if you don't ask," said Rein with a grin. "But he's a very nice and gentle guy. He cares a lot for the well being of the others."

She nodded. "Signum IS very intense. She wouldn't make a good training partner unless you were good with bruises on a daily basis. I'd ask Matt and then see who else would like to train. I know Fate-san is good with swords too."

There was a ding, and Rein proclaimed, "Undies are done!" And she pulled a pair of dark underwear from the machine. "They always finish first. Cause they're so small. Give it a try on, I've got a changing room just behind that curtain."

"It is no worse than when I visited the Academy. The Warmaster did not go easy on me, either. Bruises do not always show up on my skin." Though if they did, they tended to be darker spots. That May didn't always noticed.

"I will ask, and I thank you for the suggestion. I will definitely take it."

Maydril's eyes widened a bit at the speed of the unfamiliar machine, but she gave a nod and held a hand out for the undergarments, ducking behind the curtain obligingly.

They were very unfamiliar and they took a moment for her to figure out, but they felt much better than anything she'd had at home. Not that she was prepared to pop out from behind the curtain wearing them.

"They are very nice, Lady Rein, and I thank you very much for them. I hope I do not offend by staying behind the curtain until my shirt and breeches are done?"

"Not a problem, that's modesty in action," giggled Rein as the machines continued to chug along. "Give it a minute or two more and your shirt and breeches should be done."

"How are you finding the ship so far?" inquired Rein curiously as she checked on the status of the dress.

"Strange, mostly. It is not like anything I have ever seen. I have no love for the confining little beds, and the slop..." Maydril exhaled in a sigh. "I suppose Stacy is doing the best she can for us, and I should not complain."

"There are better quarters in the city if you can get the furnishings for it," said Rein, "though there is a open spot in the Bus for people who want to rest there. There's dorm-style rooms but they're a lot more comfy than the crew quarters. Also there's a training area with dummies and what not."

"Yeah, you never know how much that AI does for us, but I'd bet it's a lot," said Rein with a nod. "I mean, she is a bit of a warden, but at the same time, she is one of those types that defends us."

"I do not know what a 'Bus' is," Maydril admitted. Dorms, she knew, because essentially that was what the Embassy was, though some of the rooms were larger. "The training area sounds good, though. I am not fond of the sleep pods."

May gave a rather solemn nod to Rein's next words, though she was still behind the curtain, and remembered that after a moment. "I am not entirely certain how much to trust her, but at least for the moment, Stacy seems to at least try to care?"

"It's um... a really big horseless carriage," replied Rein as she thought fully. "It's bigger on the inside though. And yeah, neither am I. I tried the sleep pods once, and then I also slept in the Obs Deck too in my bag."

Ding went the twin machines and Rein removed the button down shirt and breeches. "Here you go. And yeah, Stacy's unique as far as AI go. She doesn't seem to answer to anyone, but I dunno."

Maydril wasn't entirely certain what AI meant either, but she had decided that she'd been confused enough for one day. She accepted both shirt and breeches and pulled them on over her undergarments, trotting out in her bare feet. May did a little twirl, and giggled.

"So what do you think? It is very comfortable! Do you think I could join this Bus? And maybe a friend of mine?" Because her wereshark friend probably needed a place, too.

"Do you think the people there would be afraid of a wereshark?" That could complicate things.

"Maybe surprised, but everyone there is an accepting lot," said Rein with a smile. "Any anyone who says otherwise will get such a pinch!"

"And I love it! You look really good!" laughed Rein as she took in the drow in the outfit. "Beautiful!"

"Thank you! Perhaps I should have her come here too. I do not think she minded the plantsuit as much, though. But a different set of clothes might be nice for her." There was one problem, in the fact that May hadn't actually caught the wereshark's name.

Then again, how hard could finding a wereshark be?

Maydril smiled at Rein. "I cannot thank you enough. So should I wait for the rest? And how do I find this 'bus'? I only have my sword and my armor, but it might take a bit to carry there." She could always just put it back on.

"Ah, look for the big Jedi Temple on your map. The bus is parked out front," said Rein. "It's really easy to find."

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