[Cambot comes in to find Maes leaning back in his chair and wearing some new threads. Also, he has no idea where that banjo came from but he's plucking away at it like he knows what he's doing.

It sort of sounds like a familiar song.

Maes looks up and smiles.]

I didn't even know I COULD play banjo. Is this part of the new thing happening up here?

[It's Zidane again, standing in front of an open closet. However, unlike the last time Cambot caught him in front of his closet, there is no avalanche of THINGS spilling out to bury him.]

[Also, he looks... geniunely kind of pissed.]

All right, I've been in my room and about seven other rooms that no one's using right now, and apparently all our clothes are gone. Normally I wouldn't complain because it looks like this stuff comes from my world, but whoever made that armor is taking lessons from Rusty and I found this in my closet.

[He holds up a robe, long and hooded and mostly white but with red triangles decorating all the edges.]

I am not wearing my girlfriend's clothes!

[...Yeah, that's actually his girlfriend's robe. Have a not-thief now dealing with the annoyance of not being a thief at the moment as well as suffering a massive bout of homesickness.]

[Lately it seems like Ratchet doesn't address Cambot as much as he should, save for the occasional reality hiccup. As others, this is the case, as the Lombax is now downed in quite an an unusual attire.

Adjusting the horns on his head - okay, was that really necessary? His ears needed room to move too! - the Lombax gives a crooked smile as he struggles to make sense of this new shift.]

Guess I can take comfort in the fact I'm not alone, huh?

[Zoni, he sure looked stupid. Maybe this was one of those times it was good Clank wasn't around to see him.]

So, is this looking familiar to anyone? 'Cause unless I can find the zipper to all this spandex, I don't think I'll be making it to the bathroom much.

[Isa's wearing... well, I'm not really sure what he's wearing. Given the class he got stuck with, he should be thankful it's not animal pelts, but I wouldn't call this much better. He's in his room right now, examining a sword that's about as big as he is]

So, what's the point of giving me a sword I can't even lift? Do they really expect me to use this thing?