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"Yeah yeah, alright...so we get to the hotel, put our things inside and all that good stuff, then we head out, how about that?" Romeo says with a grin, wondering if they should pick some meeting spot in case they can't all get out right away. "Besides, what's the worst that could happen? We get eaten by a dragon? I'll cool with that if you guys are." It was now obvious why Master Jian didn't like cereal, the sugar rush it brought with it. Romeo was now almost vibrating in his seat as the sugar coursed through his system, making him want even more to get out on the streets of Hong Kong and have some fun with his friends. "I think I'm going to go make sure everything is set, maybe change into some normal clothes. I'll see you all later."

Giving his friends one more big grin he stands and goes to take care of his dishes before heading back to his room. He decides to take the long way around to burn off some energy, and along the way he spots most of the instructors. Pai-an and Shin were on the deck, probably talking about philosophy or something like that. Go was making his way to Master Jian's room, the big guy gave him a wave before disappearing into the ship again. Ken...well, if you understood the man he was easy to spot, always in the least likely place. This time, that happened to be the highest point of the ship...where no normal person should even be able to get to. As usual, though, the ninja was in his own dark, twisted little world, and barely noticed Romeo as he waved.

Finally Romeo was in his room. Locking the door behind him the first thing he does is take a quick shower, followed by making sure all of his belongings are gathered up. In truth he had less now than when he came to the island in the first place. Too many of his street clothes had been ruined. Now all he had, clothing wise, was three martial arts uniforms, which everyone had, made custom for them, two sets of street clothes, and then a small assortment of other clothing articles.

His personal uniform was a pair of black pants made of a durable material that fit snug around the waist and ankles, but loosely everywhere else, and a white, sleeveless, karate style jacket. The students of Jian had no official ranking, not from the island anyway, and so he chose a crimson sash to go around his waist.

With everything ready he gets into his street clothes. Black tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt. In place of the bandages he slips on his familiar black fingerless gloves. Once ready he heads back out onto the deck to watch as the harbor comes into view.