[D4. MA, Open] Life Comes in Threes--the 3rd Challenge

[Frankie Reynes]

"Frankie! What are you doing 'ere yeah? I thought it was just Michael Bay and Mus... Camilo."

"And what's with the outfit?"

[Camilo Batista]

Camilo sat up and watched the simulation fade away and the clowns disappear. He was saddened until he heard that beautiful voice behind him.

Priorities though, "Is anybody hurt?"

Camilo himself was feeling sluggish. That flex with his powers had taken a toll on him. But after all his training, he'd conditioned himself to crave the sensation, to relish in it rather than wallow.

He turned his head rapidly back and forth between the two Frankies' conversation. "I think it looks good." He commented after the outfit remark.

[Uri-el]

"If you are not hurt, Camilo, then I think no one is."

[Dapper Dog]

"These are just my clothes, yeah," she said honestly. "Where did the ship go, what is this place? I heard simulation, yeah?"

[Frankie Reynes]

"Wait, you're not..."

Her palm went flat against her forehead with audible force.

"...Uh, welcome to a different universe, I guess?"

[Camilo Batista]

"If you are not hurt, Camilo, then I think no one is."

Camilo did a little once over of himself, "All good here, well mostly good. That took a lot out of me." He motioned in the direction of where the hotel had been. "I think I just need to sleep it off a bit."

The thought of crawling into a bed was appealing, but also a little too cozy. With memories of his recent confinement and a slight shudder he added, "Or maybe a nice lazy stroll to clear my head."

He did greet the news of Frankie III's quasi permanent universal residency status with a goofy grin. If he were to don clown makeup, would it be kosher to leave his mustache as is? He wouldn't need to dye it or God forbid trim it would he?

[Dapper Dog]

She looked from Frankie to Camilo and then back and said, "Well, shit mate, thanks for the welcome." She punctuated that with a honk of a hand sized horn.

*Honk Honk*

[Frankie Reynes]

"Bruv... you've got to be kidding me, yeah?" She facepalmed again.

Then she took out a clown horn of her own. Or rather, out of nowhere. I mean, at this point she might as well try to speak the same language and go with the flow, yeah?


*Honk Honk*

"I have no idea how to handle this... hopefully... the institute can give her a room too, or something?"