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Kappa Kappa Gremlin Mtg: Danger Shop, Thursday Afternoon

The Danger Shop was ready and waiting for the young, strapping men of Kappa Kappa Gremlin to get their Shirtless Calendar action on.

Meaning John had gotten access to the room and brought a 2-liter and some cheese puffs along for the ride.

See? Legendary set up. He only hoped the fake snow wasn't actually cold.

[OOC: 1. Follow the Calendar OCD. Ping in with a link to an actual photo of your PB that you'd like featured in the real calendar. 2. Ben Reilly-mun is AFK till 7pm in some time zone, SP IS LOVE. 3. Don't drink and pass out without taking off your eye make up.]

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"I do try," he said. "It'll be good for you. Like a rite of passage!"

"I need a rite of passage?" Ben asked.

"Sure," Gavin said, grinning. "Every boy does!"

"What was yours?" Ben asked.

"I lived on Tatooine for a long time," Gavin said. "What do you think?"

"Being fed to a sarlaac?"

Ben's version of Tatooine was a little skewed.

He paused. "But I bet it was really something on Beggar's Canyon, huh?"

Gavin mock glared again before he nodded. "Let's just say I almost lost my clothes once."

"Would've been a hell of a sunburn," Ben commented.

"You're telling me," he said. "Damn desert planet. No one needs to lose their clothes in a place like that."

"So I'm guessing you're backdrop isn't gonna be sandy, huh?" Ben said, eyes sparkling.

"Not if I can help it," Gavin said. "I never thought I'd be doing this."

"Me either," Ben said. "I never thought of myself as very calendar-y."

He paused. "If that's a word."

"I think it's a perfect word for this day," he said, shaking his head. "You know what you're gonna do for your month?"

"Not really," Ben said with a shrug, "and I'm pretty sure no one wants to see me shirtless."

"You and me both," Gavin said. "I'll be keeping my shirt on, I think. I'm too pale for shirtless."

Ben nodded. "Red hair isn't known for its matching tans," he said, giving his braid a yank.

"At least we'll both be clothed together," Gavin said. "Be harder to try and convinced us to go shirtless."

"We can claim it's a cultural thing from our galaxy and hope John doesn't call us on it."

"If he does, you can do the Jedi stuff," Gavin said. "Mess up his hair!"

"I'm not sure even the Force is that powerful," Ben said, laughing.

"Drop something in said hair, then," Gavin amended. "An egg!"

"Ew," Ben replied. "And I like John."

"It would come out in the shower," Gavin said.

"There might be whining," Ben replied, cocking up an eyebrow.

"And then we just call him a big giant girl," Gavin said easily.

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