07-21-2023, 11:29 PM
(Joint post with Lauchenoiria)
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Yousef Chaher shouted as José excitedly exited the bathroom, clad in his new Salad Land Lizard Capture Service uniform. The gang had been instructed to show up here to receive their new uniforms, and José had jumped at the chance to be a guinea pig and model it for the others before they changed.
José was now kitted out in a bright green t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon lizard on the front; the back stamped with SALAD LAND LIZARD CAPTURE SERVICE. On his head was a bright, rainbow-coloured hat with a knitted lizard on the top. His trousers looked normal at first, before he spun around to show a lizard tail on the back of them.
“You’re just doing this to torture us!” Yousef accused the smirking Saladian police officer standing next to the boxes holding the rest of the uniforms. “What is wrong with this place!? You’re all completely insane!”
“I think he looks handsome,” the Thraxian courier, who had since been introduced as Jahangir Hosseini, piped up from the corner. Yousef turned to scowl at him.
“Arr, walk the plank,” Tlotli said disapprovingly.
“Come on boys, we haven’t got all day,” the police officer tapped the cardboard boxes holding the other uniforms.
“No, no way,” Citlalnite said. “I demand to speak to the Huenyan ambassador!”
“Aww, come on guys, I think it looks cool!” José said, admiring his tail in a mirror.
Officer Boisselot looked disapprovingly at Citlalnite. "You can speak to the ambassador if you like. But you should be aware that refusing a call to duty during a national emergency here can land you right back in jail. And these lizards," the officer said with a baleful look at Hosseini, "be a national emergency."
Yousef groaned in frustration. "Come on, let's just get it over with. The faster we catch these things, the faster we can get out of here," he grumbled, reluctantly plucking a uniform out of the box.
Ten minutes later, all four of them were in their lizard hats, and lizard shirts, and lizard tails. José attempted to take a picture, to which Cranston silently responded by swiping his phone out of his hand before he could so much as unlock it. Yousef was bright red with embarrassment, while Citlalnite was bright red with fury. Tlotli remained silent, watching in disapproval.
"I almost forgot," Hosseini said. "I got little hat for your parrot!" He pulled out a tiny lizard hat.
"Arr, go to Davy Jones locker," Tlotli threatened.
Boisselot chuckled and plucked the hat from Hosseini's hand. "Now, be good, Polly," he said firmly, reaching over to plant the hat on Tlotli's head.
"This is not fair," Citlalnite shook his head as Tlotli struggled as the hat was placed on his head. "This is not fair at all!"
"You are welcome to appeal your drafting to the Marquis if you like," Boisselot said with another chuckle. "He could always order you to do something worse, though."
"Let's just… get this over with," Yousef said glumly. "Where do you want us to start?"
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Yousef Chaher shouted as José excitedly exited the bathroom, clad in his new Salad Land Lizard Capture Service uniform. The gang had been instructed to show up here to receive their new uniforms, and José had jumped at the chance to be a guinea pig and model it for the others before they changed.
José was now kitted out in a bright green t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon lizard on the front; the back stamped with SALAD LAND LIZARD CAPTURE SERVICE. On his head was a bright, rainbow-coloured hat with a knitted lizard on the top. His trousers looked normal at first, before he spun around to show a lizard tail on the back of them.
“You’re just doing this to torture us!” Yousef accused the smirking Saladian police officer standing next to the boxes holding the rest of the uniforms. “What is wrong with this place!? You’re all completely insane!”
“I think he looks handsome,” the Thraxian courier, who had since been introduced as Jahangir Hosseini, piped up from the corner. Yousef turned to scowl at him.
“Arr, walk the plank,” Tlotli said disapprovingly.
“Come on boys, we haven’t got all day,” the police officer tapped the cardboard boxes holding the other uniforms.
“No, no way,” Citlalnite said. “I demand to speak to the Huenyan ambassador!”
“Aww, come on guys, I think it looks cool!” José said, admiring his tail in a mirror.
Officer Boisselot looked disapprovingly at Citlalnite. "You can speak to the ambassador if you like. But you should be aware that refusing a call to duty during a national emergency here can land you right back in jail. And these lizards," the officer said with a baleful look at Hosseini, "be a national emergency."
Yousef groaned in frustration. "Come on, let's just get it over with. The faster we catch these things, the faster we can get out of here," he grumbled, reluctantly plucking a uniform out of the box.
Ten minutes later, all four of them were in their lizard hats, and lizard shirts, and lizard tails. José attempted to take a picture, to which Cranston silently responded by swiping his phone out of his hand before he could so much as unlock it. Yousef was bright red with embarrassment, while Citlalnite was bright red with fury. Tlotli remained silent, watching in disapproval.
"I almost forgot," Hosseini said. "I got little hat for your parrot!" He pulled out a tiny lizard hat.
"Arr, go to Davy Jones locker," Tlotli threatened.
Boisselot chuckled and plucked the hat from Hosseini's hand. "Now, be good, Polly," he said firmly, reaching over to plant the hat on Tlotli's head.
"This is not fair," Citlalnite shook his head as Tlotli struggled as the hat was placed on his head. "This is not fair at all!"
"You are welcome to appeal your drafting to the Marquis if you like," Boisselot said with another chuckle. "He could always order you to do something worse, though."
"Let's just… get this over with," Yousef said glumly. "Where do you want us to start?"
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