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[thelittlestbub]

[This post is locked to all the HoAers, and a few outsiders - Michael, Lucifer, Blaine, Walter. She's doing a mass post, because calling all of you individually is a pain in the butt.

And Tony's included, even though he has his fancy schmancy armor. He needs this anyway.]

Hey, over the next couple of days, could everyone stop by the meeting room downstairs? I've got a project going and need everyone to stop by.

No nudity will be involved unless asked for.

... Except you, Tony.

And, seriously, this is actually pretty important, so you guys need to stop by.

Deadpool, I need you to go on a supply run. I've got a list for you and the cash.

Loki, this includes you.

Any questions?

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[thelittlestbub]

[The coats are made out of a material that feels like a cross between rubber and leather, but move freely, don't cling and are semi-lightweight. God bless unstable molecules!

Also, the yellow trench that she normally wears, is open for inspection. All sorts of hidden pockets, and supplies are secreted about it. Hence, the boxes of supplies along one wall. She's making a cut down version of her coat for people she gives a damn about.]

I am. I'll show you my Elizabethan gown I have at some point. But, I just modify these. The machine makes them.

[She waves at the unstable molecule machine.]

However, since they will stop a knife, and will reduce the impact of a bullet, plus they're easily replaceable, I was thinking those that help me out, should be helped out. And since a lot of folks don't like an annoying loudmouth tagging along with them, I came up with this solution.

Eggroll?

[angel_of_death]

No thank you. I had my supper shortly before coming here.

[He reached up, brushing his fingers across the fabric of one of the coats. He'd taken the liberty of wearing his ringed gloves, so the upper-half of his fingers were bare, allowing him to take in the full feel of the fabric.

It was... interesting. Certainly not like anything he'd touched before.]

I take it I'm here for a fitting?

[thelittlestbub]

And customization.

[Said after she eats another egg roll. What are set meals?]

I have a few ahead of you, but shouldn't take more than a couple of days. The machine does most of the work.

[Jubilee stretches and finally stands up.]

The supplies come with a coat. You dictate color, cut and how many pockets and just what you want in it, and I do the magic, and then possibly add a few things you forgot and didn't think to ask for.

[angel_of_death]

[At that, Walter smirked over his shoulder.]

A few things I forgot? Is that a challenge?

[thelittlestbub]

Only if you want it to be.

[Smirk back and she puts her bare feet up on a table, grabbing a coat and working again.]

But, since we all forget a few things now and again... Oh, explosives you're on you're own. My stuff is strictly over the counter.

[Ignore that she's going to find some C4 eventually to go in the coat.]

[angel_of_death]

[Well. The girl certainly seemed to be at home in the room. Then again, he supposed it was her home and she had the right to reside in it as she pleased. Walter, too, was prone at times to being somewhat informal with the furniture in his household-- though he'd never put his bare feet on a table before.

Subsequently, Walter regarded her shifted position with a mild quirk of his brow even as he limited his verbal response to her actual statement.]

Explosives? You make it sound as though it's a coat for going to war.

[thelittlestbub]

[Jubilee looks up at him, and quirks her own eyebrow.]

No. It's one for surviving one.

[She's actually dead serious.]