Plat sat in the lobby, bearing only his trusty sombrero, and the kilt he found outside of a closet. Although his suspicions were unconfirmed, he did seem to recognize it from somewhere...

Regardless! He looked around. It seemed quiet... perhaps too quiet... he slowly looked behind when suddenly he felt himself tackled to the ground "the hell..." he managed to say before he saw the faces of 9th Blue Mage, Firebird, Aster, and Silikat

"You gotta help us! Something went wrong with the lustin!" Aster yelled, as she climbed off of Plat and boarded up the doors.

"How do you mean ‘went wrong'?" Plat asked, curious and yet slightly disappointed that he'd been tackled for (to him) the wrong reasons

"Well, you know how Bryn and Miah have been sniping people with tranquilizing darts? Something went wrong and now most of the board is..." 9th Blue Mage swallowed nervously "Sexlexic." She said, looking most concerned.

"Sex-whats-it? Huh?" Plat said, trying to straighten himself and not upset his fellow hyperventilating boarders

"Sexlexia, it's a terrible disease. Simply debilitating. There... There's only one cure, I'm afraid..."

Plat nodded with purpose, and strode out of the room- leaving the black kilt behind. He wouldn't need it where he was going- for he was the man with no shame.

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