＝ｓｕｎｂａｔｈｅｒ＝ [Closed w/ tvvitchy]
The announcement rung out in the wee hours of the morning, when normal human beings slept soundly and those who live nocturnally were just getting into the swing of things. Less time for those to be out and about, Summer days being so long... But it meant they were wide awake, alert, and able to process the information they were given.
Of course, this also meant that night owls and insomniacs, Douchebag and Tweek Tweak, were at their prime for paranoia and Getting The Hell Out Of There.
Matthew had hastily tugged off his vest, no need to be short of breath when you're running, and raided Tweek's roommate's closet for some kind of short skirt to fight in.
Pants would have held the illusion of masculinity better, and might have meant less material for evil nasties to grab, but in the end when your weapon is downgraded and you no longer know how to properly wield your primary source of offense... You kind of had to rely on your secondary skills. This meant a lot of punching, kicking, and running like hell. For that, Matthew needed to keep his legs completely loose, and having material suffocating your crotch and knees made that difficult.
It wasn't the first time Matthew blurred the boundaries between him and Athena, relying completely on the stupidity of South Park's inhabitants to not give everything away, but this would be the first time doing so in an actual, high stakes situation. They'd have to hope it wouldn't cause any unneeded drama.
The New Kid strode over to Tweek's door, where he was likely hiding away and deciding what to take with him on their trip through the sectors. "Safety in numbers, you know! ACK... W-well, if you KNOW your numbers that is..." or something like that. Douchebag didn't know much about how to survive with people, but they did know to keep on the move. Best if no one knows where you're going -- not even yourself.
BANG BANG BANG!
If he wasn't ready by now, they were leaving without him.