"Look at this," Jake said with a snort, lifting the neon-pink jacket up to inspect it. "It's even my size. Should I try it on?"
Meg laughed, nodding at him. "Check this one out," she said, holding up two separate pieces of clothing, equally red. "Holy crap. I should
(more) wear this in one of the trials."
"And get yourself killed?" Nea asked, rolling her eyes but kneeling beside Meg to inspect the clothes. "Yikes."
"It's like my old track uniform!" Meg said. "Reminds me of...before this."
The silence was quickly broken by Ace shouting wordlessly. He turned around, holding out a fancy red robe. "Not like my old one, but wow! The quality's not too bad, either." He tugged it on over his current shirt, flashing finger guns and a wink towards Bill. The older man scoffed. "Anything in these chests isn't worth my time," he said, turning back to the campfire.
While most of the campers found a few clothes they enjoyed, others didn't trust the 'gifts' the Entity had bestowed upon them.
"When has it ever done /anything/ nice for us?" Quentin asked, having taken a seat beside Bill. Laurie nodded, though even she cast a longing look at a shirt Claudette picked up off the ground.
"Hey," Quentin said suddenly, rising from his seat. He headed towards Claudette and took hold of the shirt in her hands before pulling something from the back of it.
"They have the tags on," he said, squinting at it. "This-this IS from the outside world."
"Was it taunting us?" Meg asked, staring up at the night sky. "Giving us that stuff?"
"I wish I knew," Tapp muttered, having looked through every piece of clothing and see if there was more to them.
"Maybe it's just trying to make us remember."
"Oh."
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