Astra sat neck deep in the lagoon and pondered. Her clothing, such as it
is, wasn't going to contain Helen and Hunt much longer (yes she named
them) or, for that matter, -be- clothing much longer. And Velus was
sniffing around, literally, too much as it was. He was a nice kid, but
that one fling had been more then enough. Alfred was just too old to care,
his junk didn't even work except for peeing.
Astra wasn't worried...Velus would never do anything she didn't want done
(as they had found out so many times in this very lagoon), but it was best
to reduce tensions on so many levels.
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Look for some coconuts.
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Try to tie some palm fronds together.
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Kill an animal for it's skin?
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Commandeer Velus' shirt; after all, his fluctuating canine magic had, at least currently, given him an (admittedly sexy) sheen of fur.
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The next day, Alfred and Velus find a treasure trove of clothing and well, treasure, from a shipwrecked Hespan ship. AND a survivor; a young woman who doesn't wake up but is otherwise healthy...
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A small cave is found, with out-of-fashion women's clothing. Astra is wary but wears it anyway.
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The trio is rescued by a mixed-gender crew that speaks no known languages. Astra gets donated clothing from several older ladies.
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Another trip of shipwrecked fools (one a doc, thank Aphrodite) has more then enough clothing for all.
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Astra comes up with no solution. Velus, though never doing anything morally wrong, becomes even more of an idiot.
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Fred appears, bearing supplies and a morose expression.
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