notsolegal: (!Well...)
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[Clive's not feeling his best right now. He's got a fever, and ill!Clive apparently doesn't understand double beds and their purpose, because he's sprawled across the middle taking as much space as possible.]
notsolegal: (!Hmmm...)
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[Clive's... contemplating Fessah's door, at the moment. There's nothing through his own door that he wants, he knows that, and... well. There's nothing through Fessah's door that he wants at present, but if the other decides to go home, then... that will change, obviously.]
notsolegal: (!Hmmm...)
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[After having had a rather... interesting ten days of it himself with the bodyswap, Clive is firmly back in his own body. He's also out in the lobby, in front of a table littered with blueprints and little components, slowly putting things together. He's started to work on making some toys, like he discussed with Dimitri.

He'll welcome any conversation though, so come interrupt?
]
notsolegal: (!Ffffffffffffffffffff)
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[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.

Thanks to that, he's had to venture down into the lobby, looking for something he can cover himself with, as well as anyone who might be able to help him.
]

I hate this place.
notsolegal: (!Eeehhhh?)
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[Clive has been in prison for nearly six months now, and six months is more than long enough to know a place that you've spent the entirety of that time in. More than long enough for him to realise immediately that this is not his cell. There's nowhere this spacious in the entire prison, for that matter; even the exercise yard is smaller than this, and not nearly as fancy-looking. If he had to hazard a guess, he thinks it mostly looks like some sort of hotel lobby, although there's no check-in in sight. Or any other people, for that matter.

The fact he can't even work out where he is probably doesn't bode well for finding out how he's gotten here in the first place, but he supposes that the first order of business is at the very least trying to find someone else in this place who might be able to answer his questions.
]

Hello? Is anyone there?

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