Not exactly my style... [OPEN]

[leafonthewind]

On the rare occasions when his life called for something more formal than a loud shirt and pants with grease stains, Wash didn't mind looking formal. But there was something different about a nice suit and a uniform like this.

Wash kept tugging at the sleeves as he walked through Stacy's corridors - Rein's tailoring was perfect, it wasn't like they were too short. It just felt restricting, in a way Wash wasn't really used to. The duty uniforms were less stiff, but he couldn't deny that the dress uniforms looked good.

He wondered what Zoe would have thought if she could see him in it. Would she like it? More likely she'd tease him for going so law-abiding and buttoned up.

((OOC: Here is Wash all shiny in green.))

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[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge had to smile as he turned a corner and came upon another person in the bottle-green uniform of Starfighter Command. They weren't quite what he was used to, but they were nice enough. The squadron color-coded undershirts were a nice touch, too.

"I see you've been to see Rein as well."

[leafonthewind]

"Yes, the tiny cheerful one," Wash said. He never thought someone could be more bubbly than Kaylee. "She does good work. I feel very... starched."

She did do good work, it just wasn't Wash's favorite thing in the world to wear.

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge is totally used to the uniform thing. He's been in the military for almost his entire adult life.

"She's certainly bubbly, that's for sure. And she does excellent work. Probably the most comfortable dress uniform I've ever worn."

[leafonthewind]

"I guess comfortable is relative when you're used to uniforms," Wash said. He held out his hand. "Don't think we've met - I'm Wash. Actually, it's Ensign Washburne, but everyone calls me Wash. I fly the Quarter."

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

He shook the offered with a grin.

"Good to meet you, Wash. Commander Wedge Antilles, CO of Rogue Squadron."

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

A little guy with a metal leg was trudging through the hall, too, and he trotted to catch up to Wash, looking at the uniform.

"That, very, uh...green."

Weird outfit and he'd seen some weird outfits on board.

"I say this as someone who very often wears green. It's just really...green. One might say exceedingly green."

The little guy might just be ragging on your clothes, Wash.

It was good-natured though. He got the vague impression it was a uniform of some kind, especially since General Chacon had announced uniforms, and thus wondered why anyone would pick that color for multiple people to have to wear.

[leafonthewind]

There was a kid who barely came up to his chest making fun of him. That was a new bruise to the ego, not that the ego wasn't already sufficiently bruised already.

"I think the point is to be striking and recognizable, you know," Wash said. "It's kind of the purpose of this whole uniform thing, you walk down the hallway and people say 'oh hey that guy is a pilot,' it's a good thing."

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Your ego can take it, Wash. He was just teasing.

"Or you walk down the hallway and they say, 'oh hey that guy is a walking cabbage.'"

[leafonthewind]

"There has to be some kind of injunction on how much you can make fun of someone before you've been actually introduced, right? I don't look anything like a cabbage. Cabbage is purple."

Wash crossed his arms, raising his eyebrow at the kid.

[bonnypiperlad]

Wandering down the corridors is Jamie, currently engrossed in doing some finger exercises on his chanter and paying very little attention to where he's going.

It's a good thing that the uniform is so distinctive, as it's that flash of green that alerts him to Wash's presence early enough that he's able to step to the side and avoid walking into the other man.

"Oh, sorry. I almost didn't see ye there," he says, apologetically. He's finding it hard to look away from the uniform now that he's noticed it, however. That's very, very green.

[leafonthewind]

The accent caught Wash's attention right away - like Badger's, but different enough that he couldn't place it at all. "No problem," he said. "It's not like these hallways are brightly lit or anything."

He glanced down at the chanter. "What's that?"

[bonnypiperlad]

"This? It's my chanter." That is probably the least helpful explanation ever, and Jamie seems to realize it, so he goes on. "It's normally attached to the rest of the pipes - er, bagpipes. This one's just for practice, so it's wee bit smaller than normal."

He offers it out for a better look. It looks more or less like a lot of other woodwind instruments, just slightly narrower in shape in the lower half of the instrument. It also gives him a chance to continue to look at the uniform.

"Ye know, I've not seen anything quite like that before," he says, with a nod at the jacket. "Is it something from where ye come from?"

[leafonthewind]

"Bagpipes, shiny," Wash said. He didn't think there was anyone alive who still played bagpipes - but then, interdimensional ship. All kinds of times. He knew of people on the boat that came from Earth-that-was, after all.

He plucked at his uniform, tugging the tunic down to straighten it. "This? These are the new uniforms of Starfighter Command. General Chacon decided we needed them and - well let's just say we've learned not to argue with her."

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Done in Engineering for the day (shift? hour? Who really knew on this boat), Kaylee was making her way toward the City, tool bag slung over her shoulder and pushed out of the way while she attempted to rub off at least some of the slime off of her hands. Some of the repairs on Stacy were messy, and not in the good engine-grease kind of way. No, these were the pretty-sure-that's-giant-ship-mucus way.

Yuck.

So here she was, minding her own and half-hopping down the hallway when a flash of green caught her attention. It took her a moment to register that there was a person in that green, and another to realize it was her pilot. Wash. In a uniform.

Kaylee fought back the urge to bust out laughing and gave Wash a grin instead. "Lookin' like you're ready for duty, sir."

[leafonthewind]

"Hey come on, nobody is supposed to 'sir' me," Wash said, plucking at his sleeve. There was only one stripe there, he was still an Ensign. He 'sir'ed other people, they didn't 'sir' him. "But go on, laugh, I can tell you want to. Nevermind that I fly the second coolest ship on this boat, you just want to poke at me because I look good in green."

He had a sideways, self-deprecating smile on his face because hey, he knew it wasn't what anyone who knew him was used to. He'd seen himself in the mirror and thought he looked unsettling at best.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"'M sorry, I really am," Kaylee laughed. "It just. Think maybe that's louder'n your shirts, you know it? Looks like it fits alright, though. Can you still fly with them sleeves?"

She couldn't help but tease. He just looked so much like he belonged on a Cruiser. Zoe would be getting a kick out of this...

"And if you really wanna get technical, you're flyin' the two coolest ships on this boat. Just one of 'em ain't so much flyin' right now as she is playin' house 'n home."

[leafonthewind]

"I haven't actually tried it yet," Wash admitted. "But the duty uniforms are less... well, less. These are for special occasions." Like walking around the boat and showing what a lovely unified military they all were.

He grinned at her, his face going fond as it always did when he thought of Serenity. "She was always house and home, just tended to be more mobile."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

He heard something about the uniforms, and frankly he was kind of glad he was mainly Security and Strike Team these day. Who needs a freaking monkey suit like that? He'll stick with his jacket and jeans, thanks. (Or at least until somebody points out that Security should get uniforms too.)

He was on his way to the hangar to check some things with the Impala, and maybe catch up with Kaylee again, before he noticed the guy with red hair in green.

Dean tried to hide the amused snort, or at least, he'll swear he tried to hide it.

[leafonthewind]

Wash had lived many years with people who tried to hide the fact they were snickering at him. And by 'people' he meant 'Jayne' and by 'trying to hide' he meant 'laughing in his face.' But the point was that he totally saw what you did there, Dean.

"Careful, you do that to General Chacon and she might pop you in the face. She's less patient than me."

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean's just better at subtle than Jayne. Slightly. Sometimes.

Ok maybe not so much which explains why the two kind of got along.

He held up his hands at that, "Oh dude, don't I know it. I know better than to cross Trudy." Other people are fair game though.

[leafonthewind]

"Everyone knows better than to cross Trudy by now, I would hope." He offered his hand, always the good sport. "Wash, pilot of the Quarter. Sometimes pilot of the not-so-good ship Serenity."

Something about this guy looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"But I don't know what to do with these tossed salads and scrambled eggs," Eva sings to herself, wandering through the hallways without anything really in mind to do. Her eye's caught by rich green and the man wearing it, who looks just a bit uncomfortable. She smiles and waves. "I certainly hope you're not hoping to blend in in that get-up."

[leafonthewind]

"No, blending isn't the objective. We're pilots, it's not exactly a priority," Wash said. "I don't believe we've met - Ensign Wash, I fly the Quarter."

He offered his hand. If she was going to poke fun at him, at least they could get acquainted first.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Well then, I guess no one can make fun of your clothes when you're inside an impressive piece of aircraft." She shakes his hand. "I'm Eva. On any given day here I'm a deadbeat, unemployed or seeking a position."

[leafonthewind]

"I can't help you unless you know anything about bridge controls on giant starships," Wash said. "The catch is that you too get a shiny green uniform. The duty uniforms are better."