Name: Whitney Stone<br/>Where: In Transit<br/>Doing What: Not being naked anymore, thank god!<br/><hr/><br/>Whitney huffed and went to the wardrobe, coming back wearing one of the flexsuits. It was a snug fit, showing off her curves, but was certainly much better than the painted-on outfit that Tabs conjured up for her.<strong>"Well, it's better than naked, but I prefer a shirt and jeans honestly. It's not like I <span class="bbc_u">intend</span> to get naked all the time, either! It just seems to happen."</strong><br/><br/>Finally, they seemed to arrive at their destination. Whitney cheered up as the confetti feel.<strong>"Hey, it's not a celebration without fireworks, right?"</strong>she said, rubbing her fingers together. There were several pops and bangs and whistles as the confetti began to explode as it fell, showering the group in colorful explosions that were mostly harmless. Once they entered the viewing room, Whitney looked around.<strong>"Hey, I'll take some popcorn."</strong>