[img]http://i.imgur.com/k4gahzg.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Streets[/u][/b] The streaking ranger collapsed in a heap after the bewildering surprise of his body suddenly being magically enveloped in a dress. He tripped by the sudden shock, somersaulting forwards, and hitting pavement. Hard. Aria’s scarf gently wafted down on top of his head. “What is wrong with you, running off like that? Naked, too!” Aria scolded, her mind awash with pain and fatigue from her own hangover. In contrast, Thunderhawk was used to always being perpetually hungover, so the exertion didn’t affect him so much, even if he had been sober for a while. No, something else most certainly did hurt him right now. “If you don’t get up I’m leaving you behind. Naked.” Aria sighed, nudging Thunderhawk’s unmoving body with a foot. He didn’t react, instead staying balled up in a foetal position, his face gripped in pain. “Huh?” The dress Aria had conjured up was only merely an optical illusion – the fabric didn’t really exist. Thunderhawk had fell, and landed hard – right on his most prized possession. “Give me… a minute…” Thunderhawk wheezed. "What on earth?" Another voice split apart the street, as much to Aria and Thunderhawk’s surprise (who was able to barely look out the corner of his eye) Xandra, in a soaking wet clown outfit and comically huge red shoes squeaked down the pavement to them. Her appearance was as utterly bizarre and confusing as Thunderhawk and Aria’s clothes swapping own – with marker filled scribbles doodled all over her arm and face, and the white and black paint that had been used to dress Xandra’s face with seeping and draining down, to look as if she was almost crying. Poor poor sad clown. And poor Thunderhawk, who still could not move. “What the hell… happened… to you…?” Thunderhawk groaned at Xandra, then turning his attention to Aria. “And why are you… wearing my clothes…? Did… did we…?” His face flopped down onto the hard pavement. [i]Gods why?[/i] “And where the hell… did this dress… come from…?” --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Z9Zf5ms.png[/img] [u][b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: Room ???[/b][/u] Don stared at the scene of Selan and the baby before him, absolutely stupefied and unable to even begin to explain where the baby came from or what had happened. He and Selan hadn’t, had they? Why, they hadn’t even got married yet! How could they have a baby? He was scared. Stuck rigid to the spot, unable to move, unable to do anything as Selan hurriedly rushed to the baby’s side and picked him up, cradling him in her arms in a desperate plea to soothe the baby’s frightened cries. He was able to stand up and be strong against lots and lots of things… but a baby was tiny. So, so tiny, and frail and weak. And Don… Don knew he did a lot of stupid things that were out of his control. He didn’t want to do anything to risk hurting it… “Waaa… waa… wa… …” Slowly but surely, the baby stopped crying, instead calming down and relaxing as he looked up at the woman nursing him. A woman who reminded him of his mother. He felt content and relaxed, and mumbled a soft gurgle. "Don, what is going on...?" Selan asked with desperation pouring out of her. “I… I don’t know! I don’t know what’s going on!” Don replied, holding his hands up. He did a lot of stupid things, but he was innocent of this, really! …he hoped? “I don’t remember anything that happened last night, I swear! The… the last thing I remember was us eating at the restaurant! And then… er… my head feels funny… what was I saying…?” Selan just stared at him. “Oh, right! And then I woke up, went into the bathroom… and then saw this!!” Don ripped the towel of his head to reveal the shocking surprise awaiting them that fuelled his initial loud pitched scream that started this whole chain of events. [hider=The hits keeping coming] [img]http://i.imgur.com/OcsY8LU.png[/img] Don’s head… his hair… it was gone!!![/hider] “AH!” Don suddenly realised he showed Selan the most embarrassing and uncool thing in the world, and quickly wrapped the towel around his head again and buried his head in tears and shame. He felt to his knees, bawling like a baby. The baby in Selan’s arms shared the same expression the songstress did as they watched him. “First my hair, now a baby! What did we do, Selan?!” Don wailed. [i]“What did we dooooo?!”[/i]