The Arena

[Ookalf]

As he enters the area, David can see that it's all tile, with shower heads over in one corner and benches a distance away. He can hear someone sobbing on the other side of another curtain. The blue jumpsuit David wears has a few buckles at the neck and wrists, no doubt to shackle him. Still, it fits surprisingly well despite obviously being one of those "One size fits all" kind of deals.

Huh, not a bad fit... Shame I had to get arrested to get it. *Not being the kind of guy who butts into other people's business without prompting, David ignores the crying and goes to sit on the benches while he waits for the next bit.*

[muffinstud]

"Taking away your freedom? You forfeited yours when you disregarded the law and the safety of others. Pink."
Feramin gets shoved towards the curtain and is handed a pink jumpsuit before being prodded through.

Marcus gets a sneer in response to his question. "Everything would be sunshine and lollipops, wouldn't it? Get in there!" He gets a shove into the tiled lockerroom.

David soon sees two other convicts holding their jumpsuits in their hands. As he waits and watches, he feels something shiver down his spine despite not feeling cold.

[Knight Errant]

Feramin thinks of a few scathing comebacks, but figures the fool isn't worth his time. He heads on through... anxious to distance himself from such nonsense.

[Mendi-chan]

Marcus stumbles as the guard pushes him into the locker room, glancing behind him and then down to his new pink jumpsuit. There was no way out now. Maybe there was a way for the world to have not gone to hell, at least Marcus liked to believe that. There must've been an alternative... there must have been a choice. Of course, looking around it wasn't hard to make an argument going the other way. Perhaps it was destined to be and human nature dictated that people were paranoid cruel beings... "Nah, just some people," Marcus says to himself with a smile. "Most aren't so bad..."

[Ookalf]

David soon sees two other convicts holding their jumpsuits in their hands. As he waits and watches, he feels something shiver down his spine despite not feeling cold.

*David briefly glances at the others as they enter, idly scratching his back as he continues to wait.* Wonder how long this'll all take...

[muffinstud]

David doesn't have to wonder for too long. Soon after the shiver, it feels like the jumpsuit is squeezing his skin... despite the fact that it still seems to hang comfortably loose about him. So if it isn't the suit that's tight... it must be his skin!

Marcus and Feramin, while having opposite outlooks on their situation, both stand in the tiled locker room with their jumpsuits in hand. One of their fellow convicts sits on a bench nearby, already in a blue jumpsuit like their pink ones. What made him so special he got the less demeaning suit? Still, it would probably be a good idea to get changed.

[Knight Errant]

Feramin sighs a bit and goes to strip... getting the dumb jumpsuit on. He didn't want to get tased.

[Ookalf]

Ugh, is this what they were talking out...? *David winces as his skin starts to squeeze in.* This... is seriously uncomfortable...

[Mendi-chan]

Marcus stares at the jumpsuit, and then at the two men with him. As he gets changed into his own jumpsuit an idle thought slips into his mind... What had they done to be here? Did they deserve this? At this point, did it really matter?

[muffinstud]

David's skin continues to squeeze in on him, like a really bad case of the goose pimples. As he sits there, another chill runs down his spine, only this time it lingers near his tailbone. The icy chill tingles and spreads across his hips, and he can feel the jumpsuit getting more snug against them. As if that wasn't enough, there is a burr in his throat, and his whole face tingles like it's asleep, despite the fact he can still feel it just fine.


Feramin's jumpsuit seems a bit snug in the shoulders, but otherwise is a decent fit. Once he finishes up, he might notice it clinging to his arms and legs. The clinginess is more apparent when the suit sticks all over... and then starts moving. It rolls around his shoulders and rubs up and down his stomach. It almost feels like a massage, the way it gently rubs against his skin.


Marcus wears his pink jumpsuit, the arms and legs a little short for him. Otherwise, it's pretty comfy. Despite the fact that it doesn't have many openings, it seems to have good airflow. In fact, Marcus can feel a feathery motion along his torso, lingering at his shoulders and hips. It doesn't feel cold either, just light and almost ticklish.

[Knight Errant]

Feramin pauses... and realizes his sudden mistake. With a curse, he pulls at the suit... trying to get it off!

[Mendi-chan]

Marcus shivers at the tickle-y feelings that spread across his skin... "So... this is what it is, huh? Somehow I pictured it to be a little more grand."

[Ookalf]

David's skin continues to squeeze in on him, like a really bad case of the goose pimples. As he sits there, another chill runs down his spine, only this time it lingers near his tailbone. The icy chill tingles and spreads across his hips, and he can feel the jumpsuit getting more snug against them. As if that wasn't enough, there is a burr in his throat, and his whole face tingles like it's asleep, despite the fact he can still feel it just fine.

Urgh... *Caught with so many sensations to react to, David starts rubbing his face in an effort to make it stop tingling.*

[muffinstud]

Feramin's pulling only seems to make the suit cling tighter to his skin. The straps that he used to put it on don't budge either. It the rubbing gets stronger, feeling more and more like a massage. Deeper into his muscles it kneads, concentrating on his arms, waist, and his chest. Actually, his chest feels a little more tender than usual, and the massage feels better and better as the tissue there gets more sensitive.

David's voice cracks, and sounds a little higher in pitch. The jumpsuit continues to feel tight across his hips, tingly and cold. His rear feels chilly too, and he can feel it getting tight as well. The goose pimples cascade a shiver from his tingly face down to his toes, and his face seems to be all right for the moment. It feels... softer somehow. With his hands there, he can feel the fullness of his lips against his palms... and he can see his fingers are more slender.

The breezy, tickly flow of feathery feelings floats along Marcus' skin. While the tickles seem more intense at his hips and shoulders, the whole of his body feels the airy sensation. The more he feels the tickles, the more his hips brush against the fabric. The more his shoulders feel it, the looser the suit gets around his arms... even going so far as the sleeves seemingly getting longer. But... the fabric isn't moving an inch. That must mean...

[Mendi-chan]

Marcus tugs at the sleeves of the jumpsuit in disbelief... even having had some idea of what would be coming, seeing it actually happening was a whole other world of disorienting.