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Not exactly my style... [OPEN]

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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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."

"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.

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."

"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."

He shook the offered with a grin.

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

"Huh," Wash said. He'd thought the guy was new, since in a department as small as theirs it was kind of impossible not to meet people. But the stripes on his sleeves didn't lie.

"I was going to ask if you were new, but you must have been around for a while."

"I was. I'm the one who got this whole Starfighter Command thing going, but...eh, I got shoved into the pods for some reason. Again. I just got back out recently." Wedge shrugged. Wasn't much that could be done about it.

"You can get shoved back?" Wash asked. His expression was a cross between alarmed and disgusted, probably very funny. "With the slime and the goop and - and the naked?"

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.

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."

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.'"

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"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.

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.

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?"

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."

"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.

"Yeah. Not exactly the most fun thing in the galaxy, obviously." Wedge replied, shrugging.

"I'm back out, though, thank the Force. And got a bit of catching up to do."

"There are few things in the 'verse I'd like less, I think. Actually there are quite a few things I can think of in the 'verse I'd like less, but we won't go there." Wash had a creative imagination. Sometimes he wished he were more like Jayne - but only on his bad days.

He shook his head. "We haven't had much to do outside of training exercises. General Chacon has us running the Zokez scenario at least once a week."

"'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."

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"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."

"Not so spritzy?" Because, face it, these uniforms looked like they were getting ready for some big shot commander's funeral-in-green.

There was no disagreeing that Serenity was home long before she was grounded. "Be nice to take her up for a run one of these days, if Stacy'd go for it." Kaylee had been careful to keep the ship in repair, ready to go whenever she might be needed, but there were some working parts you couldn't keep up without actually working them.

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.

"Not nearly. More comfortable, too. Still green though." The bomber jackets were certainly less restrictive than these. Wash knew what the goal was, but that didn't mean he had to like wearing them.

"You think Stacy would let us take her out next time we drop into realspace? I'd like to get her in the air again myself. I was actually headed that way, you?"

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."

"Least you'll be easy to spot if anybody's gotta run around lookin' for you...though if they got their mechanics wearin' the same." Kaylee scrunched her nose. Those things would be a mess in the engine room, comfort or not.

"Don't see why she wouldn't, less it was just a quick stop... Was actually headin' for the City, but I wouldn't mind a quick walk over if it meant a change 'a clothes before I showed up at the tavern." Because really, who on this boat wanted to work at anything while half-covered in ship snot.

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