Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151226063449/@comment-11588669-20160316004718

Ambrose dropped his head, slightly, and grabbed his clothes, following suit with the other two to put them on. Having the bed closest to the wall allowed the sniper to string one of his covers up as a change-room of sorts. Why the other two never asked to do the same completely eluded him, but to each tiny and shy person their own.

Stepping out as he held his wide brimmed hat, Ambrose spaced out for a small moment as he tried to remember their schedule...

''Looks like Brick was right...Oobleck, Goodwitch, and finally Jiana, then we have our mission selection. Everyone got their books?''