Clive is calling shenanigans right now. ...he is right about that.

[notsolegal]

[So, uh, Clive's... fallen foul of the DR, as it were. He's stuck in... this ensemble. His clothes turned into it at random, and now he can't actually get it off. On top of that, his door has locked itself from the outside, so he can't get in, and Maria isn't in her room

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[crazyclever]

{Well, this Clive was quietly reading in the lobby.
And then you came in.

And.
Uh.
Just gonna stare a bit.}

[notsolegal]

[Oh god he hadn't even considered just how mortifying it was going to be having to explain this.]

I.

Um.

I need some help.

[crazyclever]

...I can see that.

[notsolegal]

I don't know how this happened! [BELIEVE ME, DOUBLE.]

My clothes turned into this, and I can't get back into my room!

[crazyclever]

{He puts his book aside and stands up.}

...You realize that makes no sense?

[notsolegal]

Yes, because ending up in this place in the first place makes so much sense.

[crazyclever]

{Sigh.}

I'll help you. {He doesn't know how yet, but you're him, so...}

[notsolegal]

...thanks.

Do you have a change of clothes in your room, or anything? Only, my wardrobe was full up after the first night I spent in the room, so...

[crazyclever]

Yes. Come on, then. {He'll lead the way to his own room.

Which is now locked.}

[notsolegal]

[...of course it is. Clive hisses through his teeth, tugging at his hemline in an effort to at least cover himself more.]

I take back any good things I said about this place. It's hell.

[crazyclever]

Relax, we'll find something else.

[notsolegal]

You wouldn't be that relaxed if you were stuck in this.

[crazyclever]

Technicaly I am. You are me, after all. {He smiles.}

[notsolegal]

Careful; you probably don't want this place to make that connection, double.

[crazyclever]

{He shuts his mouth and leads the way back downstairs.}

[notsolegal]

I suppose it would be good to not be the only one stuck like this, at least...