It was bound to happen some time - OTA

[averygoodshot]

Aramis keenly remembers teasing Porthos when he had stepped through the door and become a woman. He had teased d'Artagnan and even Athos.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. He had not intended to do anything, really. He spent a good deal of his time praying, a good deal of time trying to atone for his sins.

Instead, this is what happens.

Much as his friends had, he has hitched his clothing tighter so that it may not fall down, and has fashioned something of a harness for ... well, for his new developments, as it were. He knows he could seek out Constance or even, if he was desperate, Milady, but he is not that desperate. He simply makes do and tells himself that God has a reason for everything.

He has always appreciated women and so maybe this is to test that? Who knows. Aramis does not question, at least not much. He is aware, though, that he looks a little foolish, his hair tied up, his clothing, baggy on him as a man, is like a series of large sacks on him, his boots far too big as he makes his way down the hallways. He smiles, though, not having a hat to tip, as he greets people. He knows he's not the only one who's suffered thusly. That's something anyway.

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[praiseandglory]

Porthos frowns as he spots the woman in overly large clothes. Overly large clothes that look a lot like Aramis's. (Of course he knows his friend's wardrobe. He sees him often enough as it is.) So, after a few seconds' deliberation, he walks over, still frowning, and asks, "Is it actually you?"

Not that he expects, if she is a thief who robbed Aramis of all his clothes, that she would tell him as much. But he doesn't think any woman would voluntarily wear clothes so ill-fitting.

[designerebel]

Cinna is alive. That much he knows to be true. Somehow, miraculously, he's alive. He isn't so far gone that he doesn't know that he should be dead. And as the memories of his time in Teleios flood his mind once again, as he knows that he is here alone in a strange place with no one that he knows in sight, he is once again thankful. He is alive. But his heart is not here... or maybe it is and he simply doesn't know it yet.

Katniss, Peeta, Rue, Effie and Haymitch. Grey. He's slumped on the floor in a carpeted hallway that has many doors. He can't stay here. He has to get back to where he had been before. People who are alive do not lie down and die.

This is what has him pushing up from the floor. He rights himself as fully as possible, his skin is bruised and bleeding in multiple places. He's alive. Still, he has to press a hand to the wall as he moves to hold himself upright, sometimes more surely than others.

When he sees another person he's filled with a strange mixture of gratitude and trepidation. "Excuse me. May I ask where we are?"

[armedagainstlove]

Athos does not need any information upon who the woman is. He is rather amused of course, but needs no hint because he can very plainly see the woman in Aramis' clothes bears far too many of his features and he also knows of the door's mischief, here. Smirking, he sips from his wine and regards Aramis before whistling to him, lifting up the bottle without even lifting his head from underneath the brim of his hat.

The summoning should do well enough.

[temperamentalsteel]

He didn't need to ask or make guesses, not in this mad hotel. Either Aramis had just enjoyed an amorous encounter and let said encounter wander off into his clothes or he had, like the rest of them, finally encountered the tricky door that had plagued them all too.

"I would have thought you might choose something a little more tailored, Aramis," he ventured.