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Arrikanez had been coughing and sneezing all damn day. The coughing was deep and hurt the throat. The sneezing wasn't doing much to help. Of course, it also didn't help that he was Chaos - and thus his body was ALWAYS this sort of sick. And it sucked. Especially today, when he didn't have any medication to counteract it, and he was trying to fill out some paperwork for his 'mortal' job. A mortician. Which suited Arri just fine. It meant he didn't have to deal with PEOPLE. And the rigors that -he- dealt with had nothing to do with the everyday stress of a nine-to-five in some busy office. But being sick was making filling out papers harder than it had to be.
He sneezed again, shivering as the cold chill of whatever he had raced through his body again. Now he was starting to get a little dizzy. And the sneezing was getting to be a little much. He figured he'd get up for a bit and stretch his legs. Rising, he moved around the office he worked in, stretching his legs and shaking off the fatigue. Or attempting to. Still fairly dizzy, he yawned and shook his head to try and knock some sense back into his head. He wound up making himself even MORE dizzy, and staggering around like a drunk, feeling for a desk or something to lean on, and accidentally backing up over one of his pet's toys. He stumbled from that. At the same time, he sneezed hard, and the motion knocked him back further, where he stepped on a ball that was lying on the floor, tried to catch his balance, failed, and fell completely backward, knocking his head on the wall. He was out cold before he had time to finish the swearword that was forming on his lips.

Arri woke, only to finish the swearword that had been on his tongue when he passed out. Something long and unintelligible, involving several generations of his namesake in various sexual acts at different times of the day on couches and ceilings. When he had finished that, he blinked, looked around, and sighed. Crossing his arms, he stared at the purple woman with his eyes narrowed. His one good eye was focused on her. So was his blind one - but that was more of a faded red, rather than a blood red. He blew some of his rainbow locks out of his face, and gritted his teeth for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say. Only one thing came to mind at the moment, and he said it.

"What. The. ********."

Arri swung his legs off the surprisingly comfortable bed, and shivered. It was cold here, hard to breathe, and he seemed to be.... oh hell. WHY must dreams always, always ALWAYS wind up like this for him? He stared at the purple woman in agitation.

"... Where are some clothes? This isn't what I meant when I said I'd like to feel the breezes earlier."

Really, really wasn't what he meant. Honestly, if Tamari had something to do with this - or even Tristanis. They weren't going to be happy when he woke up. Because this could ONLY be a dream. Really. Purple women didn't exist.

"Great. Even my delusions are arguing with me." he muttered. "I suppose I'll just have to find some, then."

He rose, and attempted to move over toward the purple woman - before finding out as soon as he tried to stand, that he couldn't. Again, his element playing havoc with whatever was going on. His legs were offline, thank you very much, and didn't want to work right now, if you don't mind. Well, he DID mind. And he cursed his legs as he lay in an untidy heap on the floor, irritated as all get out, sick, and generally NOT having a very good day.

That caused him to pause in his thoughts. DONNA? Oh HELL no. He blinked, and somehow managed to push himself up, and clamber back onto the bed, legs offline or not. He STARED at the woman.

"Donna? Is having one of these dreams too?" he asked, a faint smirk on his face now that he realized the implications. "I know enough about strange dreams to know this is going to culminate in either a child, or a hangover. And since I KNOW I wasn't drinking before this, I'd say a kid is in my future. And hers to. OH the memories...."

He grinned.

"Praytell what sort of unholy terror is my daughter receiving at the moment? And PLEASE tell me she has clothes on."

Arri had one thing to say to that. That is, one action to respond to that with. Facepalm. His head met his hand, and shook, and he snickered at the thought. Oh gods - his daughter, naked as a jaybird, in some unknown place dead center in the middle of Karai. Strip club anyone? And Donna would be the type to do that, too. And make money off it. Such a little opportunist, his child.
He looked back up at the woman, and shivered again, but there was a smile on his face.

"Did you say a... GOD... baby?" he asked, now chuckling. "That's a little ironic, don't you think? Seeing as I AM one?"

"You mean I'm here to receive a child that technically doesn't exist? That's more than ironic, it's crazy. But not unexpected. When you're me, you tend to expect everything unexpected. If that made any sense whatsoever - which I'm sure it didn't, but that was the point. Hey..."

He grinned again, and scooted forward on the bed, still unable to move his legs.

"C'mere for a second. I want to satisfy some curiosity of mine. Do you happen to have a stethoscope around?"

He snatched the instrument, grinned, and put it on, beckoning. "Come here."
Whether or not she approached, he held the instrument in his palm, warming it up. He still wasn't sure if this was a dream or a reality. Only one way, to his mindset, of finding out. And that was to play a little game of doctor. Which may or may not wind up with him losing his virginity. Or supposed virginity. He wasn't really SURE where Donna had come from, but HE didn't remember banging Eriot.

"Come on. I won't hurt you."