OUTER SPACE : OPEN, UGLY SWEATER MASS MEET AND GREET

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    [justify]"Yikes. Uh ... um ... how about we tell everyone a fact about them selves?" Medicinepaw mumbled, scratching the side of her charcoal head. Looks like she had some resident enemies on her hands. That couldn't be good. With Cloudhouse, well ... she couldn't help but snort a little. While she did enjoy the sensation of a fuzzy sweater pressed against her cold body, she couldn't help but agree. In any other circumstance, she might give an ugly sweater a weird look. "As long as the fact is appropriate—okay. Uh ... a fact about me would be that ... I have an accent—it's a really thick, city one, but it only comes out when I'm mad." Alright. That was good, she was getting to feel a bit more comfortable now.

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    Candle likes me. Dec likes me. Uh... other people like me, Chara huffed in response. Also, I can't die. So your argument is invalid anyway. Chara also wanted to keep one of their only friends, so they changed into their usual green sweater. Mettaton might make a comment about how this one was ugly, but they wouldn't care. Mettaton was more ugly.
    A fact about me is that... well. I don't have any facts. Not ones they could share, anyway. They had debated quietly whether or not to let everyone know that they were Mettaton's aunt, and therefore superior, but since the prospect of being related at all to the robot was disgusting, Chara had decided against it.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px;][size=8]Phil only watched as they spoke to one another, feeling the urge to slink away into the safety of solitude, but medicinepaw had spoken. His turn, he guessed. "I really like the winter time. I honestly hate being hot, and i'd much rather be cold anyways." He barked, a bit uncertain.

    "I was the first born of my brothers and I," she mewed matter-of-factly, casting Mettaton a grateful smile. She hated when people hated on one another, unless it was playfully, than it was fine.
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    "I AM ALREADY WEARING A SWEATER! However, it is not ugly, because it signifies that I am loved!" Declared Impact as he rushed forward, scarf billowing in the wind. He grinned at Mettaton, who chuckled and rolled his eyes, before he laughed and looked at Chara, smile brightening, given he didn't know what this being was capable of.


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    *"fun fact about me, apparently the timeline's really messed up, since there are two or three of me - or, us - in windclan." Sans nodded, still happy up until the point where Chara said 'I can't die.' His composure hatter end, and he genuinely looked like he was in pain, before he left surprisingly quickly to go have a mental breakdown.
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    Considering it for a moment as he gazed at Bloomingskies, he replied with a huff, "Well I don't want anything from you, so come up with a better incentive. Then I might consider it." In all honesty, he knew that he was going to farther lengths than he should be to not put on a sweater, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Conforming to what was considered "normal" was not normal for him, and he absolutely hated the suffocating and itchy feeling that sweaters brought along. He had heard enough people complaining about it.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow:auto; width: 180px; height: 170px; background-color:none; margin-left: 100px; color: black; font-family: georgia][justify]"Fact about me? I dunno. Find out for yourself." He said, slightly serious, slightly casual. He then looked to the small feline - the son of Mettaton and the other Papyrus? What a cutie. He really liked this little guy. It'd be awful if something happened to him. "I like your sweater," he said simply to Impact, grin still apparent. He then glanced over to the seemingly now upset Sans. That didn't feel too nice to watch, but he was a lot less fun on the male's side. He wasn't sure exactly what he was upset about. There were multiple possibilities. Too bad he didn't know how to help. He didn't even know how to help himself, so.[/fancypost]

    Of course since he didn't 'want' anything from her? Bloom did this biting lip and pout puppy dog eye thing female's seemed prone to. She desperately wanted to see CloudHouse in a sweater, it was not explainable, it just was the fact no one would expect to see the collie in one, so she obviously wanted to see that. "If you haven't noticed your hard to bribe, so give me a hint, I want to see you in this, I'll accomplish it eventually even if I have to wait until my death bed!"

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    "Hm, I want you back on WindClan's Medic team. If Wingstar agrees, then I'll wear the sweater," Cloudhouse proposed, offering her an official position back as a Medic. Of course it was just an "at the moment" snap decision, but it was a reasonable one. Sam had brought up having three medic interns, so they needed one more teacher. Bloomingskies had been around for a while, and she was a capable teacher. That was just how he operated, thinking quickly albeit it may come off as reckless at times.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]"What're those silly things you're wearing?" Fleecekit mewed with a giggle. She pittered over and flicked her stub tail curiously. How odd! Why would you wear more fur than you had? She had seen twolegs wear weird clothing like that, but it was even weirder to see her Clanmates wearing it! She pulled at the hem of one and blinked curiously. How strange, indeed.


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    She had abandoned Wind Clan the last time, just because she heard a RUMOR her father was in Storm Clan! Yet? She had almost forgotten how little Cloud had seemed to care about it even when she left without word, chasing a family that was almost there there for her. While Bloom had grown up considerably from the girl in everyone's shadow, Cloud had not changed almost at all, she envied that to a degree. "So I do have something you want, myself."


    It sounded somewhat dirty but the golden tabby, having only had rape litters andone romance back when she was a kitten? Did not notice how wrong her words could sound out of context. However she bit her lip again, thinking, could she do the medic dance in both groups, screw it she was planning to leave Storm Clan eventually, if she couldn't keep up with both she'd just return to Wind Clan fully! Something like that. Anyways she really wanted to see him in a sweater. "Fine we'll go talk to her, and if you turn out to be pulling my leg, I will force the sweater on you."

    She did not entirely like the idea, and it might fall in on it's middle, her mom might refuse, but she would have the chance to see him in a sweater! "ugly Sweaters dear, they are comfy, try one." and she pushed one to the kit.

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    "Nope, I'll ask her by myself. And I want your knowledge and experience on the team to be more specific. Your pushy and stubborn personality is not required," he continued, serious although there was a small hint of tease. "Bye, and you would only be able to try putting a sweater on me, then ultimately fail," Cloudhouse scoffed as he left.