Sepia slid a thigh-length black, ruffled skirt on over her shorts and pulled them out from under it, pausing to make sure her tail was in order. Maintaining modesty when it came to changing her shirt was far more difficult, but finding a private place seemed ridiculous for such a trivial thing.

After slipping her tank top off underneath a simple button-up white blouse and sliding on a pair of knee-high pink socks, Sepia pulled on a pair of black kitty heels and stood up.

"Ok, ready!" she smiled and tied her hair into a high ponytail with a pink bow.

Krysthane had a moment of panic when Ebon asked her what team that were going with. Considered she hadn't even bothered to get the guys name before leaving. Perhaps a little hasty of here. "You'll find out." she said mysteriously and began leading them to the docks. As they exited the building Krysthane saw the guy waiting for them, "Hey, its me, Krysthane. This is my team, Ebon, Sephia, and Skyra." She explained pointing to each of them in turn. "Um I guess the rest of your team hasn't arrived yet?" Krysthane questioned seeing no one else that seemed to be congregating here in particular.

Robert Fallson - Airship Docks

"So it's going to be like that is it? Fine, have it your way. But I will get you to like me if it's the last thing I do. You hear me you telepathic ferret? Wait, of course you'd hear me, 'cause of the whole telepathy thing," Robert mumbled under his breath. Scoot's reaction to Robert's attempts at affection were really messing with his head. He had given his word though, and Robert never gives his word lightly. No matter the hardship, he would do his absolute best to befriend the small mammal.

Since his thoughts were filled with plans and ideas to achieve this goal, it wasn't until Shiro pointed out that the line was moving that Robert realized that the airship had even arrived. "Huh? Oh shoot. Sorry, was lost in thought. I'm coming," he said as he caught up to Shiro and Cobalt. "So where we headed? I just wanted to head to the city because I had nothing better to do.

Cian
"I am not so sure sorry I cant be of more help" Cian stated it was true she was pretty unfamiliar with this part of town and Jack was the one who brought her here so he would probably know more. "Sorry I couldn't be of more help" she added after all she wanted to be of help but it seemed that this was just not to be her day. Looking around she couldn't help but ask "you thinking of upgrading your gear as well?" Since it was the logical conclusion to what he was asking though it could always be something else.

Luke Schwarz -- Nah

"It's no issue." he reassured his teammate, evidently not too concerned with Cian being unable to help identify the contents of the surrounding area and coolly waving away her apologies.

"And not quite yet," he continued, responding to her own query. "Figured I'd just browse and maybe collect some ideas. Things didn't go that bad on Friday, so..." he trailed off, offering a nonchalant shrug to punctuate the thought.

Besides, he'd just gotten the bike. He didn't want to spend everything he'd earned in one place, on one day, after all.

Frugality is a virtue every student must master!

"I think I'll be fine, for now."

Gren Orchid

"I'll go with you,"

Could his ears deceive him? It could. He did just come back from a fight from Ebon after all. Gunshots must have rattled his head.

"But you'll have to wait for me to shower first."

Why would she tell Gren this? What purpose would it be to tell him that she needed to go shower? Unless... Unless she intended to freshen herself up before accompanying Gren. He kept his composure and nodded his head. "Sure. I'll be meeting with my friends in about ten or so minutes. Look me up if you need to send me a message." Gren reached into his armor and produced a business card for the stranger. He had it saved on his computer and this was the first one he's ever printed out. In hindsight he should have made more then one copy, but alas...

Gren had to hurry. Abel may have already arrived and meant that he was leaving in ten minutes. He didn't want to rush the stranger, but he'd do whatever he have to to ensure that she had ample time to arrive. Even if he had to hold the ship in place himself. He'd do it too. It'll be one of the easier applications of his semblance.

He also still couldn't believe that he actually managed to ask her to come with him. He also didn't know her name. He should figure that out. It wouldn't be hard: He'd just upload the image of her face through the Beacon's database and get her name from the system. It might seem a bit... Stalkerish, but at least he could refer to her by name. "Clair Carnelian huh? Pretty name." Gren walked off to the airdocks carrying his luggage with him.

After spotting him with a couple of other guys, Abel had been on the verge of interrupting Shiro to ask whether or not he'd be down for bowling, but at the last minute had decided it would be rude; besides, if he was hanging around the airship docks, chances were he was heading to the same place as Abel. With that, at least, taken care of, Abel joined the line to begin a hefty wait: the airship, Gren, and the girl's team all at once.

It was KESS that came first. The guardian stepped out of line, waving and putting on his best attempt at a smile. The way the girl emphasized her name made him realized that he hadn't even bothered to learn it when he'd countered her last—what a doof! “Abel here,” he said, executing a sort of salute that he'd picked up at Pallisade. He took a quick look at the other members of the group, but none distracted him for long. It did occur to him, however, that it must at least wear on the nerves of Ebon to be the only man in a team full of girls. The whole concept of co-ed dorms was new to Abel, in fact; they'd always been separated back home.

In response to her question, Abel shrugged. “Well, Shiro's around here somewhere, showing off his little ferret. I'm still waiting for Gren. If you see a giant man in green who resembles a walking tank, let me know. And, uh, our leader's having some special time with a person from another team.” The guardian uttered a somewhat toneless laugh, but it was drowned by the engines of the nearest airship spinning up. “Guess it's time. ...Shall we?” He allowed the other team to go on first, though Shiro and Robert preceded them. In the distance, he spotted a lumbering green giant and waved at him. “Hey, Gren! Over here, it's about to take off!”

"Oh this part of town? Let's see... There was this armour shop, cutlery shop, specifically for knives though, and then there was a pretty good bakery here too. Oh, and a book store", he said, right off the top of his head.

"There's a tailor for formal clothing in the south part of town, some cafes too, and then there's a square filled with fashion stores, and near that is a stylist, which is what you probably want Cian", he continued.

"And that's all I've seen so far really... Oh and the arcade near the central district", he finished. He explores the city in his free time, but between taking a break from classes and missions, he rarely got much time to go exploring. Usually just stuck to areas near Beacon.

Clair Carnelian

As a child, her parents - both teachers - were already at work by the time she had to wake up to go to her own school, and so at a young had she was forced to develop and refine her morning routine. After her bizarre encounter, she walked quickly back to her room, showered, and within seven she fully dressed and drying her hair. As she reached for a hair tie on her bedside table she found herself staring at Gren's "business card." What kind of high schooler has a business card? It does say "Landscaper," but... even so, what kind of high schooler has a fax machine?

Gren Orchid, huh? She put the card in her bag.He's either completely clueless or really desperate. Or both.

She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, grabbed her bag, and headed off. Well, either way, it's better than spending Sunday morning with Sarina.

Checking her Scroll, it had been exactly ten minutes since she left the gardens. When she got back, Gren was nowhere to be seen.

"Uh... hello? You still here?" She looked around. Nothing."Hard to believe a six-foot-something Faunus guy could just disappear like that," she mumbled.

She tapped her foot against the ground. Wait... wasn't there... She reached into her bag and pulled out his card. I guess I could give him a call. She dialed Gren's number on her Scroll.

Luke Schwarz -- Briefed

He folded his arms and nodded, affecting the air of a sage in the midst of making wise decisions. None of that really interested him except maybe the Arcade or the Book Store...

What's more important: Grabbing the official English Translation of Index's first few volumes?

Or trying to beat Time Crisis 4?

I'm already up to the Queen of the Adriatic just through using Baka-Tsuki. Does going and buying the physical media really behoove me when the internet exists?

Then again, I typically don't remember to keep reading after a week or so.

Wait! On that note, isn't a new chapter of Berserk out in a few days?!

The Ahoge dipped slightly, the only potential indicator of his internal tangent's direction, nothing else passing outside his stonily contemplative expression as he outwardly continued to weigh his options.

...No reason to get excited, though. Everyone knows they're never getting off that boat...

For a brief moment, he allowed his teeth to grit together as wishes of undoubtedly malicious intent were sent the way of the Idolm@ster games, undoubtedly captivating one Kentaro Miura instead of allowing him to work on that beloved series of his.

Opening up his expression once more, his arms unfolded and sent his hands back into his pockets.

"I might check out the bookstore, then. Otherwise, I think I'll just tag along with you guys."

Gren Orchid

When Gren arrived he was greeted by Abel. He noticed another group, and amongst them, Ebon. Was he coming with them? Was he part of the other team? Gren chuckled lightly. "Round two eh?" He said to himself as he approached Abel. He looked over at the other three girls, who Gren presumed were the ones that Abel invited. "Dayum. Abel is just drowning in ass ain't he? Heh. This place is ripe with the stench of bitches." Gren could only smile at his internal monologue and nodded when Abel said they were leaving soon. He would need to stall them however...

"Abel, surely some introductions are in order. But I believe some of us have already met. My name is Gren Orchid." He bowed his head at the trio of girls he didn't know, but looked up to Ebon. "It seems we meet again. Interested in round two?" Gren meant bowling, but he was also fine if Ebon wished to fight again. Though it didn't look as though he had his weapon, while Gren's God Eater was still strapped to his back.

Just then however he received a phone call. He didn't recognize the number but he figured it was Claire. He ignored Ebon and picked up his phone. "Moshi moshi. This is Gren. And you are...?" This would be a good chance to get Claire's name officially. While he knew from reading the school files he didn't want to reveal that ability of his until much later.

“Ah, hello Gren,” Abel greeted again, unnecessarily. He gestured back at team KESS, who was now entering the airship. “That was Krysanthe, Ebon, Sepia, and Skyra.” He noticed his teammate pull out his scroll and respond to it. Seriously not wanting to keep the others waiting he pantomimed I'll go now, you grab the next ship, and shrugged, before getting on himself.

The ride, though less than ten minutes, seemed like a lot longer to a guardian who was always worried about what he was going to say next. Though never an extremely social person overall, he'd always been better in one-on-one encounters, and not with groups of people unless they were very good friends, like his buddies back home. He found himself, after discovering a tuft of ferret hair wedged in between two plates of his armor, bringing up Shiro's new pet. So far, Scoot had been a fairly popular conversational piece, and it helped that it was something he'd spoken of before. This initiated a general conversation about pets, into which Shiro -after noticing his teammate coincidentally aboard his airship- interjected himself, bringing the magnificent ferret with him. After that, the short ride passed pretty smoothly.

Once the airship touched down, the group of six made its way to Drury Lanes. Being the biggest landmass of the group and perhaps the most eager to impress, Abel held the door open for the others. Inside the joint was an atmosphere not often found in these modern times. The floors and walls were all wood, with a light orange-yellow for the floor and darker paneling for walls and furniture. Brilliant red linoleum lined the edge of the tracks, and a big neon sign labeled 'Gr8 Eats' declared the zone where customers could grab some fast food. The place wasn't very busy right now, as it was still early in the evening, and only two other groups were present. One was a couple of old men, lifelong friends by their general demeanor, playing with remarkable skill and joshing one good-naturedly another over the slightest error. The other was a far more...colorful bunch.

Among them was a young woman, exceedingly tall for her age, in black and purple leather with a matching cloak and hood. Silvery-gray ears poking from that hood and furry tail advertized her faunus heritage. Near her was a man in bright, garish shades of yellow and orange, including his hair and fox parts. Lastly, there was tall teenager in multicolored striped shirt, a white fauld, and assorted orange and black armor. If he had to guess, Abel would have thought them to be students from Beacon, but he'd never seen them before.

Shrugging, he followed the group to one of the bowling terminals. On the way, he spotted a little arcade nestled in one corner of the bowling ally. “Vidja games,” he spoke aloud, thinking of a joke from one of his old friends. Taking a look over the console, he said, “I...I'm not exactly sure how to set this up for a game.” He glanced back at the others, trying to appear casual. “So, ah, what d'you guys want to do? One of the staff might be abel to help us. Or we could get food now, or look at the arcade.”

CIan

"I dont see why we cant just visit the bookstore after I get my hair done if you want company" Cian said as she faced Luke. It was their free day and if he really wanted company why not follow after getting her hair done? "I am not sure though if that is ok with you though. After all while I am sure getting my hair done won't be long it might bore you." She added they were her friends so she wanted them to feel free to do what they wanted rather than boring them as they waited for her to get her hair fixed. Still she supposed they were a team and Jack said he would find it fun to see a before and after so who knew what was actually going on in her teammates heads.

Luke Schwarz -- Pungeoneering

The antenna briefly imitated a question mark, as if the flash of confusion on Luke's face wasn't indicative enough of where his head was at in that moment.

"Well, yeah, that's what I meant." he explained. "The only place I feel like specifically going to's the bookstore, so aside from that I'm just gonna tag along with the both of you."

He thought he'd been clear there. Were his vaunted skills as a conversationalist failing him? First Gratia and now this...

A worrying trend, but one he was now aware of. Arguably the biggest step in staying at the top of his game was accomplished: knowing where he was slacking.

Speaking of, he hadn't exactly done much wordplay recently...

Unacceptable.

"I'll be fine. It's a free day, no need to cut short the time we spend hanging out together. This'll help us grow as a team, anyway. We'll both comb with you. I promise not to curl up and dye while I wait."

Really scraping the bottom of the barrel there.

But I got my fix.

Vega Venetia and Gratia Mindaro - Shopping

The walk to upper class was uneventful for both Gratia and Vega. When they arrived at the outskirts of it, it became eventful as Vega summery outfit attracted men and women to flirt on her. Once they arrived to the store Vega was eying, Future Worlds Apparel, Vega got her jacket while getting attracted to the other future-style clothing they had in store picking taking up much more time. By then, they were many people indoors and a long line at the cashier. After all, FWA was running a seventy-percent off on all merchandise.

Vega sighed with relief. “Finally I got my futuristic scarf, jacket, and bandana. What do you think Gratia” making a smirk towards her.

Around Vega and Gratia in were various other shoppers checking out the clothing and conversing, and the sounds of walking.

"A fucking bandana."

Gratia's voice was flat, but a certain sense of contempt and distaste could be felt oozing into her tone. Incorporating a bandana into an outfit was an exercise in futility unless you lived twenty years ago, and they weren't usually so bloody huge. Seriously, that thing her team leader was holding looked like it could cover the entirety of a human head with ridiculous ease, let alone just wrap around the forehead. She could probably use it as a towel if she wanted to! And Vega wanted to wear it with a ... scarf? A scarf and bandana? In a jacket that covered the neck?

"The only redeeming feature of that outfit is the colour," she said bluntly, moving closer to her team leader to inspect the clothes. "Your fashion sense just took a nosedive straight into dogshit. A gigantic fucking bandana and a scarf with a buckle?"

The young huntress took the bandana from her compatriot, unravelling it up to its full size. 100cm by 100cm. An entire square metre of cotton that would probably only work if worn on the neck? Just having it meant that the scarf was essentially fucking useless because nobody was going to wear a scarf over something that was basically a neckerchief. Even disregarding the thing, who wore a fucking scarf over a neck that was already covered? It wasn't winter. It was like wearing a scarf over a turtleneck!

"This is way too fucking big," continued Gratia, her tone unchanged. "Unless you plan on pledging allegiance for a gang of cunts that loiters in supermarket carparks, don't even think of buying."

She tossed it back to the leader of Team VGNB with remarkable precision. "You're going to look like a fucking Gossypium in the wind with it on your head, and don't even get me started on that greyass buckled thing. Why wear it with a jacket that already covers the goddamn neck? Even if you buy the thing on its lonesome it's still a scarf with a buckle on it. It's tacky as shit and the colour stops it from meshing well with a lot of shit in people's wardrobes."

Gratia shook her head, releasing an exasperated sigh of disappointment. "The jacket's ... decent I guess? You'd better discard the rest of the outfit. But is black even your fucking colour though?"

Vega face then showed disappointment. "You...really think so? I like clothing that represents the future." She then looked down at the scarf she was holding. She is right about the scarf but the bandana is nice. I can wear it whenever I'm playing some cyberpunk game along with the jacket but is black really my color? Vega thought for a moment. She was never the type for darker moody colors though did have some darker type of clothing back at her dorm. Looking at it, she felt distaste from looking. "Huh, I suppose I just got attracted of it because of its futurism." She then hanged back the clothes with callousness. Having a friend who was critical, while hard to get used to at first was had its benefits and turned her head to see something more suitable for her. "Hey check this out" as she pointed to the jacket and grabbed it off from the clothes line. She checked it on herself putting on her body to see if it would suit her. "What do you think" holding it up."

"Futurism? All this shit is contemporary as fuck."

Hell, the jacket could have easily served as their uniform blazer from a short distance, and the garb demanded of all Haven students had barely changed in the last fifty or so years, if those random displays in the school museum were any indication. Gratia had yet to see sleek silver jumpsuits that were all the rage in sci-fi anywhere, so this Future Worlds Place was not living up to its name at all. Where were the rainbow-shit dresses? Gigantic pink afro wigs? She couldn't see anything around that wouldn't be out of place in a store that didn't possess the stench of pampered rich kids with too much time to waste.

"Why is there a bloody flag?"

And why the fuck was it inside in the coat?

Vega took a peek of the inside of the jacket. "I have no clue" turning her head back to Gratia. Maybe their is something significant about this flag. Never seen it before." Vega then took a look around the store packed with people looking at the various clothing. "This store is more like near futuristic to some extent, mostly contemporary but futuristic a little. Check out those" as she pointed to a specific clothing hanging. "Wearing one of those makes me feel like I would live on a base on the moon...well not possible since it shattered." Looking around, "Come to think of it is futuristic" as she looked at several posters Future Noir House of Neon Ibiza Haze Daisuki Vibes Cybercore showing that it was coming soon yet the date showed it was coming in today.

Vega then put her hand on her chin, contemplating. Now it made sense. "It's 70% percent off because they are trying to sell their old that was once deemed futuristic clothing and replace it with those new ones. So this clothing store is futuristic...when the clothing comes in which I don't see right now. YES, I am smart.

"Fucking nobody sells everything off at 70% just to make room for new merch," stated the coated Huntress bluntly, glancing at the crowds that were in the store. "This is a fire sale."

Really, doing this type of shit on a whim only devastated profit margins.

"Just try on your fucking jacket and make a decision," she said impatiently, pocketing her hands. "I can't be arsed wasting my time in a shop whose rich idiot owners think that dork-looking whores in bikinis is the future."

Vega tried on her jacket. It was comfy and wearing made her feel revolutionary… “VIVA LA FRANCE” she said somewhat loudly. “Liberté, égalité, fraternité” she whispered softly to herself. She then felt…awkward after saying those two lines. She felt like others around her heard what she said…wondering what she said. “I have no damn clue what I just said. Anyway, this jacket gives me weird feeling but I like it.” Looking at Gratia. “Anyway lets go, I’m hungry” taking off the jacket.

The leader of her team was really a fucking moron sometimes. Gratia stared down at the other teenager with unimpressed onyx eyes, pondering on what she could say to the irksome idiocy that was being displayed. Who the hell randomly spouted an archaic hendiatris in such an atrocious accent? While trying on a shitty overpriced jacket with a goddamn flag splattered all over its insides?

"It's vive," she corrected. "Your mastery of the dialect is dogshit."

As is your ability to seem respectable in public.

Still, there was no fucking point in continuing on with this shopping misadventure. Vega was going to buy the jacket anyway, and personally, the G of the team didn't really give two shits about whether or not her team leader made sure if the jacket was going to shrink in the wash or not. Really, she was just here for the fucking food.

"Vive..." as she whispered to herself. Vega was still perplexed by what she spouted. She then looked to Gratia. "Seriously, I have no clue what I said" making small chuckle though feeling embarrassed and stupid inside. Seriously, what did I spew out...

"Chalk it up to your folly of youth or some crap."

Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes

Shiro smiled and thanked Abel for holding open the doors. During the Airship ride into the city, when Abel invited him to go bowling, Shiro was a little skeptical. He had never gone bowling before and knew nothing of the sport. Not to mention it was little irksome to have his original plan of just doing a little shopping thrown out of the window, at least for the time being. But seeing the other team that Abel had invited, it seemed that his friend had intended on this plan for some period of time. So not wanting to be rude, the boy accepted. After thinking about it a little more, it seemed like a great opportunity to make even more new friends. It started sounding more and more fun the longer he thought about it, giving him a great big smile. Of course, he thought to also invite along Robert and Cobalt, once he cleared it with Abel. Making their large group even bigger. After accepting Abel's bowling invitation, the group of them got to chit-chatting. With Scoot somehow becoming the main topic, much to the ferret's own enjoyment. The little guy seemed to adore all of the attention he was receiving. As they all made their introductions to one another Shiro periodically glanced over at the female canine Faunus. Something tugged at his memory strings telling him that he knew her from somewhere, but he just couldn't place it. All he really knew was that her outfit was adorable. Really cute, to be honest. He was just too shy to say anything for the moment. Once he got to know all of them better and got a little more comfortable, he'd be sure to compliment her and check if he actually did know her from somewhere. Some class, perhaps.

Looking around, he silently mouthed his awe. Shiro didn't really know much about interior decorating or design, but he liked the look and feel of the place. Looking around, he noticed there was also an eatery and an Arcade. If bowling didn't turn out to be his 'thing', he could at least game and eat. Ears twitching and swiveling as he took in his environment, his attention turned to his comrade Abel when he spoke up. Tilting his head, he thought his friend was acting a little odd. Almost out of place or uncomfortable with something. Shrugging at his friend's question, Shiro said "I'm gonna get something to eat first and maybe check out the arcade. I'll probably hop into a bowling game in the middle or something."

As Shiro spoke, Scoot excitedly hopped off of his shoulders and darted off to explore. The adventurous spirit shot back and forth, pausing to stand on his hind legs and sniff at the air before shooting off again like a raggedy, furry bullet. "Fun! Fun!" Shiro laughed at the sight of him, at least his companion liked the idea of going bowling.

Trudging along with the two teams Skyra remained silent for most of the trip to the arcade. There just wasn't anything to say and so
Skyra just continued to stare at the members of the other team to analyse them. Standing at the game console, Skyra mentally rubbed her hands.

"If ya wanna play, ya don't have to get somebody. I know perfectly well how to set this up., she declared smirking from ear to ear.
She simply somersaulted over a railing right into the machine's main seat with ease and comfortably typed away at the console for a few seconds before she exclaimed with a plain "Done!" while winking back at the group.

Cobalt smiled at the sight of Scoot so happy and carefree and was even happier when he was invited bowling. He enjoyed the city and was considering going shopping for food. He decided not to though and instead decided to go to the arcade. He looked at some of the machines to figure out which ones he had played. Not many. "Why are there so many fighting games here?" Cobalt questioned out loud, patting his pocket full of spare change. Did he even want to play any of these? They all looked really hard.

'I'm just going to watch people play instead.' Cobalt concluded as he leaned against the wall of the arcade. Some of the people he saw were really good. There was no way he could compare to these guys.

Krysthane watched as Skyra quickly set up the bowling lane. Now was as good a time to learn how to play as any. "So basically you just grab one of these," she gestured at the rack of bowling balls, "and just throw it down the lane and try to knock down as many as you can. Well that doesn't sound too hard." She said confidently and grabbed one of the many balls available. "Set me up for the first turn would ya?" she asked Skyra and walked up to the lane. After furtively sneaking glances at other lanes to see how other people were doing it she was slightly more confused. From what see saw people were holding it a bunch of different ways and rolling it with even more variety. Shrugging and still holding it like a basketball she attempted to roll it down the lane into the waiting pins. It started out looking good moving towards the lean pin but then it started rolling to the left. Krysthane watched distressed as the ball ran into the side right before it reached the pins rolling to the back with no effect. "Um, guess its somebody else's turn." she said somewhat abashed and sat back down, hoping she could learn something from the next person.

Robert Fallson - Airship -> Drury Lanes

Having nothing better to do, Robert agreed to join the large group of students for a round of bowling. While everyone else was talking about the cute ferret, he was lost in memory, trying to remember the one time he had played in the past and what all of the rules are. "How old was I? Six? Seven? Something like that. Now what were the rules? Uhhh... I'll probably just remember when we start. Hehe, man I could barely lift the ball back then," he thought to himself. Robert leaned back against the wall behind him as he reminisced on the earlier days of his life, before the day he lost- He shook his head violently as if doing so would make him forget that night. "Today's going to be a good day. I don't want to or need to remember back then and ruin it." He waited in silence for the airship to finally land so he could follow the large group of students to Drury Lanes.

While walking through the bowling alley, he couldn't help but notice the large neon sign that read, 'Arcade.' Robert looked in awe at the many games to choose from. The only thing that kept him from going in was the original reason he came to Drury Lanes, to socialize with his fellow students and make more friends outside of his team by bowling. "I can always come back later," he reminded himself. After taking off his tennis shoes and replacing them for the bowling shoes that they were handing out at the front counter, he sat down at the lane that the girl named Skyra had chosen. When one of the others girls in the group, Krysthane, took her first turn, he couldn't help but look at her quizzically. "I think you get to go one more time before it's the next person's turn."