Los Paraisos: Pellagio: Room ???
Selan felt at least a little bit better now that she was wearing soft, dry clothes. Her head still felt like nails scraping on chalkboard, and her hair was a limp, unruly mess, but getting rid of her clammy dress was definitely an improvement. All of the clothing options were actually rather nice, which she supposed was to be expected from the occupant of a once-lavish hotel room like this. She even found shoes that fit her next to the door, which made the glass on the floor much more managable. Even luckier, there was baby food in the kitchen area, as well as a bag full of supplies for the child, including diapers. It was unfortunate that on top of waking up in a trashed hotel room, they had to "borrow" as well, but... How could it possibly be helped? She imagined things could be cleared up by going straight to the lobby, having them contact the baby's parents, and promising to pay for damages (which would mean she would be in the same boat as Don, owing money to Marise for the rest of her natural life), but--
“CRIMSON JUSTICE, REPORTING FOR DUTY!!”
Startled, Selan whirled around, thinking that she and Don weren't alone in the apartment. But her eyes eventually narrowed at the man, realizing that even in a costume, the familiar posing and flourish was unmistakable.
"Oh, Don... You aren't really planning on going out like that, are you? You're going to scare the..."
Selan stepped closer to the baby basket, but was surprised to see the child giggling. "Aww, you like the silly man, don't you? Don't you..." she cooed, picking the baby up and grinning at Don. "I suppose we had better get our story straight before we tell the hotel staff anything, right...? Let's go look for the others." she said, just as much to the baby as it was to Don. "Here, carry this, will you?" She held the baby bag out to the "Crimson Justice".
Lisette was out of it, not even paying much attention to the goings-on above and around her. But she definitely thought she was going to faint once the sickening liquid splashed just mere inches away from her face. The weight literally atop Lisette's shoulders and back finally lifted, and she sucked in precious, stale, horrid air.
"What the hell are you doing under there?!" Moira shouted.
"I... don't feel so good..." Lisette whined, wriggling backwards and away. She finally emerged from beneath the other side of the bed, her pigtails sticking at odd ends and her skin a sickly yellow-grey.
The look of a teenager who was suffering from her first hangover.
She sat up on her knees, resting her forehead on the side of the mattress and just sitting there, looking miserable. "I don't feel so good..." she repeated, unable to make sense of how she could feel so awful.
