<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey would smile and sit down across the table from Alex, her tight latex catsuit making little rubbery squeaks as she did, particularly considering the chairs were all upholstered in dark red latex with a really intricate pattern in slightly lighter red. Her black latex gloved fingers would grab a plate and begin to take some of the sandwiches from the large serving trays, but not a lot of food. After all, she does have a figure to keep. Just as she grabbed the food, a shimmer should show up in front of her face where her magical face shield is and just like that, vanish. She would frown and reach up and.... her latex gloved finger would end up touching the skin of cheek. "Wow... Something has made my catsuits face shield turn off... I guess that's obviously by design since we need to eat"...<br/><br/>To answer Alex's questions, she said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I took combat training, which was mandatory for me since I am in The Order. Then I chose to sign up as a lifeguard. I was also interested in assisting at the library, but I'll have to figure out what my existing time commitments are and if I have the time to add an additional activity to my schedule. What about you? What did you sign up for?"</span><br/><br/>For now, the two chairs next to Abbey remained empty.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33413" data-username="@bodman54" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33413/">@bodman54</a>