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4th Form

Who: Mystique and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: SS Golden.
When: Now.

[During one of her brief stop offs between planets, Mystique has come across a package left for her in the Golden’s cargo bay. Opening up the box, she scowls at the contents. It’s an hour or so later that a broadcast goes up to the Fleet.] Does anyone want clothing?

[Panning the camera around her feed shows a selection of clothing laid out on the floor of the cargo bay, ranging over several centuries and decades of style, from similar to those they found on the previous Green planet, to more ‘futuristic’ styles as predicted by earlier eras.] I don’t need them. Don’t send them to me again.

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[ She scowls at the old Victorian-style dress. It brings up unpleasant memories. ]

People wear these?

Centuries ago on my planet, certainly not anymore. [Mystique's own expression isn't too far off Cara's.] Don't suppose you want it, or any of them.

It is too . . . soft for my tastes.

[There is a look Mystique gives the feed before moving the camera around to a certain outfit that looks either goth or punk inspired, all leather and metal and certainly no where near as 'soft' as some of the others.

Hell, if she was in a better situation with Rogue she would offer those to her first. It seemed along the lines of her old fashion.] This more to tastes? [Whoever the idiot was that sent Mystique these items certainly made sure she had a selection.]

If I wished to bare myself to a mindless male.

[ She pauses. ] I suppose the cut of the pants is not awful.

I find that's the best way to have a male, easier to tell them what to do that way. [As she said this, Mystique took the pants from the 'set' (if they could be called that), folded them up and threw them to the side away from the rest of the clothing.]

[ She scoffs. ]

I can do that with my clothes on, easily.

[See that raised eyebrow? It was the most Mystique allowed herself to show, although it took some effort to restrain from rolling her eyes at Cara's show of bravado.] Great, good for you, however not the current topic. [Mystique's own attitude was so dominating that it typical grated against anyone else who had an equally strong one.]

Which is?

[ Cara doesn't see the need to back up her statement. Her words and actions speak for themselves. ]

Getting this crap off my ship. [Ok, so it wasn't really 'her' ship, she didn't run it... they had a tiny child for that... yet she was going to treat it like it was. If she was going to be stuck with others she would prefer to control how things ran, but short of a mutiny, that wasn't going to happen. All it would result in was a needless mess.]

What ship are you on so I can send those pants your way, or are you planet side?

I am on the First Breath, but perhaps meeting on the planet would be easier.

[ She's not too sure how to work the shuttles. ]

That can be organized, depending on which planet you are referring to. [Mystique did have objectives that still needed to be completed on all three of the main planets, for each of the factions upon it. Juggling the three groups was a little bit of a struggle, but nothing that she couldn't handle.]

I believe it is call Solrius.

[ The concept of planets still escapes her, but Cara does catch on quick. ]

[There is a pause from Mystique's side as she thought over what she had to do on that planet. She would not go down there just to drop of a pair of pants for some random person, Mystique was not the considerate.] I have a job that due at sundown on the planet, keep your communicator close and I shall contact you when I am there.

[Also,] I will also not look like this when I am there.

[ Her brow creases, but she nods finally. ]

I shall be there.

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