Now to find the restrooms. The Ranger knew the general direction, he saw Lori in his body and Lenna head off that way. S/he slipped around people making his/her way across the building. Once or twice some overzealous dancers bumped into the Ranger, which was rather annoying, but now was not the time to rip them a new one for it.

Finally the Ranger saw the overhead sign indicating the restrooms. S/he made her way over there before hearing a yelled an expletive that sounded like witch. Turning round there was Danger, holding his side with one hand and his bleeding nose with the other. "You should see someone about those." This was obviously not what he wanted to hear, Danger took his hand off of his side, made a fist, pulled it back, and then swung at the Ranger.

S/he had not wanted to make a scene, take him down fast and deal damage inconspicuously. Now he was trying to strike the Ranger, the gloves are off. His punch came in, the Ranger side stepped it, reached out, planted his female right palm on the man's bare chest, and dumped electrons into his body. There was a flash of light from electricity, he stumbled back and fell down. Danger now undoubtedly wished he hadn't come to the bar to find a victim.

The Ranger, having downed Danger a second time, bullied his female way through the onlookers and, guessing that Lori went into the men's room, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

((OOC: I'll let yall decide where the Ranger entered in))

It was the girl from the gas station. Lori's hot blood ran cold for a moment. And of course the girl felt the need to insult. The sink spouted water behind ManLori and he took a second to lean against the wet porcelain.

"He was slime." And as with any viscous material he'd been incredibly hard to scrape off of her shoe. And he'd probably ruined bacon infused bourbon for her for life. Sad as it was he was probably the person who had been the nicest to her the whole day minus the date rape drug business.

And as much as Lori wanted to put Elle's head into a toilet and flush, she had to be practical.

She had no where to go. No where to hide. Her body was here. That meant Michael was here. Who better to take care of this body than its previous owner?

>"You ready to go?"

Just then her body walked in. It was always just a little surreal to see herself. The way she moved that was both herself and not herself. He wanted to make sure that she avoided the water and at the same time he wanted to roll around in it. The pooling water on the bathroom floor reflected the tacky neon lighting. The lines of neon rippled with every movement and the edges blurred...

She shook her man head. "Where are we going?"

>>"He was slime."

Lenna agreed with her 110%. The man deserved everything he got. Talking about how skeezy the scumbag was, however, wouldn't accomplish a thing. Lenna changed the topic with a tilt of the head. Was Lori ready? They had to get Michael's body out of the club before it crashed.

Speak of the devil. He waltzed right in. That seemed to clarify Lori's position. She gave up the fight.

"The Sanctuary," Lenna answered her question. "Mars was worried. He's the reason we tracked you down. By the way, have you seen his brother? He seemed to think maybe, Abyss was with you..."

S/he had guessed right. After entering the men's room and shutting the door behind him/herself, the Ranger could see both Lenna and Lori in his body inside. As well as water endlessly pouring out of where the tap had once been, the Ranger seeing this decided to hang back by the door, no sense risking getting wet in case there were complications later. Lori was not in an aggressive posture, the Ranger hoped this meant she would concede defeat and this wouldn't become a game of cat and mouse... albeit a short one since she had been drugged.

"Where are we going?"

Even though s/he had heard Lori speak with his voice before, it was still weird. Although, not quite as weird as looking at yourself and it not being in a mirror. And thankfully Lori was being reasonable, though having been slipped a roofie probably forces someone rethink resisting those pursuing you. Especially those who don't want to harm you.

"The Sanctuary, Mars was worried. He's the reason we tracked you down. By the way, have you seen his brother? He seemed to think maybe, Abyss was with you..."

Yeah, where was the other big red giant that had been with her the day before? Another good one was why did she take off in his body? But there was time for that later, leaving with a willing and still mostly aware Lori was preferable to a dead weight Lori. And leaving before any authorities arrived, with the medical personnel undoubtedly sent for to help danger, showed up.

"We may want t' hurry, there's a bleedin', electrocuted, man out there with a broken rib an' nose... Police probably aren't to far behind the EMTs."

"I saw Abyss." And spent most of the day with him. "He was being weird and didn't want to go back to the Sanctuary. I found him a safe place to sleep and left it at that." Lest Michael think that she had ruined his body with a red clone.

The fact that it was Mars that had sent these two after him... she had been a bit irked with him recently. That was why she was away in the first place. Maybe it was time to make amends and send Michael up the wall at the same time. Mars deserved a nice big smooch. After all, it would be a million times more fun to defile Michael's body with a clone right in front of his face.

"Fine."

Michael's body scooted past the two ladies and marched like a king past the moaning pile of slime and straight on out of the club and into the night which would have felt less cold had she not gotten wet. Was he already dragging his feet a little more?

She saw Abyss. "Good," Lenna said.

That he wasn't acting like himself? Yeah. Not so good. Was this 'body swap' thing viral? An outbreak? A cliched science fiction double feature?

There was no real evidence to lead to that conclusion. Just one big red clone, acting odd.

Hadn't ManLori crashed into him or something? Her mind flashed back to the car crash scene, and the body hole. Yeah... getting hit by cars usually made people act weird. He probably had a concussion.

Smooth, ManLori, smooth.

Even smoother, FemmeRanger, with the dispatching of Danger. It was time for them to go. Michael's body started moving, and Lenna followed. They went outside, hailed a cab.

A short while later, they were back at the Sanctuary. Lenna set Lori up with a nice place to crash. Once the drug wore off, there'd be talking. Until then...

Lenna sat down on a chair outside the room Lori was napping in, with Lori's body. They were standing guard, in case Michael's body tried to play getaway, again.

"So tell me," Lenna began, taking a swig of a water bottle. She let it drop to hang in her hand by her leg. "Anything strange happen, leading up to the whole situation we're in right now? Spiked drinks, strange behavior? Anyone have a score to settle with the two of you that just couldn't be settled any other way?"

So that was Abyss that was on the video tapes and not some other red giant in New York City. And from what she said it didn't sound much like other than being forcibly removed from a hotel, her in his body and Abyss didn't cause any other big trouble. Yet, she may have just omitted any chaos she caused.

When Lori made her man way out of the bathroom Lenna and the Ranger followed. The Ranger resisting the urge to go over and kick Danger one last time. The three of them left the club, leaving the music and dancing behind, and found themselves a cab. The Ranger kept an eye on Lori in his body, the probability of Lori running was low but not zero.

Following the hop across the city in the cab they were at the sanctuary again. Lori found a place to crash until the drug had run its course. The Ranger had decided to stand guard, and apparently Lenna had too, she had sat down in a chair outside of the room. Rather than stand the whole night the Ranger pulled up another chair and took a seat, setting the gun totting purse to the side, but not out of quick reach.

"So tell me, Anything strange happen, leading up to the whole situation we're in right now? Spiked drinks, strange behavior? Anyone have a score to settle with the two of you that just couldn't be settled any other way?"

"Well aside from my house bein' blown up, which I highly doubt is related, we were both at King Pharmaceuticals when that mutant brawl happened. Beyond that the only noteworthy thing is that thing in Central Park a few days ago which I went to for free food. There were some good muffins there. As far as having mutual enemies, there wasn't much of a conversation about it before.... well... before we, uh... before things first got out of hand." Memories popped up of the day or so before when he first encountered Lori in his body and the disturbing scene of epic narcissism that resulted. He shook his female head and tried to push the memories aside.

"Mutant Brawl?" Lenna eyed him with a hint of confusion and a hint of disbelief. "Not sure what you're talking about... I only came into the city within the last few months. No idea what's going on on the streets... If it was a big fight, though, it's doubtful you and her'd be the only ones affected, don't you think?" She shook her head. "That many people, you'd be bound to attract attention if you just started shooting people up with some sort of power-swapping drug or mutant power... what was the timeframe for that 'muffin' thing, again? Drugged food would be a heck of a lot easier to conceal than attacks during a brawl."

Lenna paused, then arched an eyebrow at the blond. "And what do you mean 'out of hand'?"

"Yeah, I never found a good explanation for why it happened...Uh, I believe the muffin thing was the day before. We should probably ask Lori if she was there, when she wakes up. " The Ranger took a breath. S/he really didn't want to explain what 'out of hand' meant, but Lenna had been so invaluable in locating Lori in his body that s/he didn't want to outright lie or completely ignore a direct question.

"uh..." The Ranger looked away. "While pinnin' me down, she pushed all this body's buttons.... and..." S/he slid lower in the chair and uncomfortably fiddled with his female hands in his/her lap."And we... had a moment of impossible narcissism." Ranger left it at that, too ashamed to outright say what happened.

As Michael responded to her questions, he seemed a bit... off. Her voice was slightly hesitant, like something was making him uncomfortable. Lenna wondered what.

She merely nodded at his suggestion. They'd have to check with Lori. That was the first step. They'd compare stories, and figure out what each side had in common, outside of a big fat battle. She was as curious as either of them as to what caused the changes of heart, mind, and body. It had to be something mutation-related... didn't it? She wasn't sure if human science could bring about this level of nonsense.

The Ranger's elusive answer to her request for clarification made Lenna raise an eyebrow. From her body language, it was probably pretty embarrassing, whatever that 'impossible narcissism' was. Narcissism was defined as 'self-love', wasn't it...? Wait...

"You didn't?" Lenna said with a nervous laugh. Her voice oozed disbelief. He couldn't have? She couldn't have? Them? Together? Lenna searched Lori's body's face. "... Did you?"

"You didn't? ... Did you?"

The Ranger closed his female eyes, took a breath, and breathed out, "...I did." S/he could have left it at that, but it required some kind of justification, if for no other reason then to help him/her from being completely disgusted with himself."...Lori's body just seemed to react, and... I was wrapped up in it..." S/he stopped, nothing said could justify it. S/he hung his female head in shame, staring at the floor.

"Geez," Lenna frowned, crossing her arms. "No wonder you were messed up..." She paused. That... hadn't come out right. Lenna shook her head. "I mean, these things happen... I guess? Er... It wasn't your fault? Lori's body just reacted, and... hey, you can't blame it for reacting to something good-looking." Had she just called him good-looking? She was really bad at this 'making people feel better' thing, wasn't she?
"What's that philosophical idea, again?" She was grasping at straws. Didn't Existentialism have something about experiencing life through the eyes of another, through the Other? Where when you looked on someone, then saw how they saw you...? That wasn't a good example. Dang.

It was evident Lenna was trying, though saying "no wonder you were so messed up" doesn't help much. But, she was trying and so she got credit for that. And at the statement, 'good-looking' the Ranger looked at her questioningly. That isn't a bad thing coming from a woman, but when you are in someone else's body it is odd. Is she saying that this body is good looking, or his which is in the other room sleeping?

"What's that philosophical idea, again?"

"I do not know. Maybe existentialism." The Ranger leaned back up and then rested his his female head against the wall. Hopefully soon they could find the cause of this and he would be back in his body, instead of being in Lori's worrying what she is doing in his, or contending with her man handling of him in her body. "What's worse is that since I was always out on missions or in an' out of bases fer most of my adult life... I'd never had the chance to do the horizontal tango before then."

>>"I do not know. Maybe existentialism."

Lenna gave a one-shouldered shrug. Eh. Wasn't important. The next thing he said was more important, by far. He... had been a virgin. Now, it was Lenna's turn to arch an eyebrow. "Really?" Lenna squinted at him. She was usually pretty good at calling a lie or a bluff. This... this didn't seem like something one would lie about. A man would usually lie about lying around. So, he'd been a virgin? With how he presented himself?

Wow.

Her hand rested on Michael's shoulder as she leaned forward to pat her. "There, there." She said in her most consoling tone. She shook her head. "It could have been worse..."

Lenna doubted the Ranger, at least at first. It was something odd to hear, but why would someone lie about it? Lying about sleeping around was common, so common that taking what anyone said about it with a grain of salt was a good policy... even if it was to doubt someone is a virgin. The Ranger nodded his female head in reply.

It seemed that Lenna now believed him, she rested a hand on his female shoulder and attempted to console him. "There, there It could have been worse..."

The Ranger looked at her and asked simply, "How?"