It's a rather unfortunate day for Seto. He'd received a package from the War Games Association---a pristine coat, perfectly suited to his tastes! He'd naively assumed it was part of his ongoing initiation...this meant the group had finally accepted him as a full member, right?

Sadly not. Donning it has ended in him wearing a glamorous blue ballgown that absolutely will not come off. He's tried every spell he knows, and the thing is nigh-indestructible. Worse, if he tries to throw his robes on over it, it itches like nothing else.

All of this has led to a rough solution: desperately racing across campus, ignoring the stares, and hovering at Aer et Calculum's spire entrance. Atem surely would've understood his request and waited for him, right?

"Where are you?" He holds up his skirts as he whirls around---not that he cares about the dress, but just because he looks ridiculous doesn't mean he should look ragged too.