Musical Beds Beach Bonanza!

[probablynoteren]

Who: A pile of sleepy mages
Where: The beach huts!
When: Sometime post-magical training
Open/Closed: OTA

[Remember those lovely (cramped) colorful beach huts all lined up and ready for occupation? In these early days, in between exploration and crabs dancing jigs on everyone's insides and difficult magical training and certain people blowing up or otherwise walking away with entire huts, it's every man for himself when it comes to claiming sleeping space!

It's dark, you're tired late in the day, it's hard to read the nameplates on the huts should any have been filled out already. Whatever the reason, you've wandered into the wrong hut and fallen into bed, or wandered into the right hut only to find someone else in your bed.

The obvious solution is to grab the next available bed, owner be damned. It's not like the beds have names written on them.]

[OOC: Musical beds is a go! Feel free to go action, whack each other with telepathy or both. The OOC plot post can be used for plotting with your bedstealer/stealee! Enjoy. ☆]

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[liveinskin]

Good. [She says aloud, now that she has his attention.] You must have been really tired to come into my bed by accident. That is it was an accident. Was it?

[you're not some kinda THIEF are ya??]

[p_mortem]

...Yeah.

[ PRESSED LIKE THAT, WHY WOULD HE ANSWER OTHERWISE? Even though he did come in on purpose, flopped down onto the bed on purpose. ]

I didn't mean to come into your bed.

[ not her bed specifically; this isn't a lie. ]

[sundays]

[wh-

that's what gets chiaki to fall off his own bed. that's it.]

I-It talked...?!

[5kotai]

[ It's gonna be a thing where Persona protags wake up this tiny young boy from sleeping in weird places. Okay, this isn't as weird as napping on the beach, it's a bona-fide bed! Not sand and stuff. Gokotai wasn't eve under the sheets; he was so exhausted he flopped right on top of it in the middle and curled up soundly asleep like... a cat actually. However, because he kind of knows this isn't his bed, he slept much more lightly out of guilt and ready to flee if he got caught. ]

Hmm...? Oh!

[ Almost like his plan. He jumps into a sitting position (Akira got lucky, it's kind of a springy bed to do that), hugging a pillow. ]

...Meow?

[ What are actual words here. But also, he really can't justify bed-stealing in his current state of panic and how he also lost his bed and thus went bed-searching... he's continuing a cycle. Whoops. ]

[oneandmikleonly]

That answer doesn't even make sense! And it was my bed first, you know! Why are you gatekeeping other people's beds?

[this is mostly hissed not to wake up the other sleepers, but his expression's more grumpy than really mad]

[tropism]

Oh? Tell me about your town. And its people. I'd like to know what kind of place creates a Gentleman Thief.

[ a real question for a real answer, maybe. ]

for hibiki

[5kotai]

[ Poke poke poke.

If there's something Gokotai has to learn without his brothers in an unfamiliar place, it's a sense of time and a little time management. He didn't realize how late it had gotten, wandering around, training, trying to help out and whatnot. It was quite late by the time he felt tired.

Hilariously though, Gokotai doesn't have a bed, per se! He stays in one of the huts, but for some convenient reason or another, he has a cozy sleeping bag on the box frame instead of a... Mattress thing. Not that he minds, it would have been comfy, for him and his small stature, it's oversized. Sadly, his night as a camp burrito was not meant to be this time. ]

H-hello?

[ Poke poke poke. Hope you don't mind, Hibiki, but Gokotai has questions! ]

[probablynoteren]

[Once Madhuri shifts, there's a bit more room to maneuver and Lenka curls more of himself up against the wall -- partly to get away from her feet, and partly to check the small window for the position of the moon in the sky. It's still early morning, no sign of dawn, and the light hurts his eyes a little too after being woken so abruptly.

... He looks back at the pseudo-bed invasion and sighs to himself.]

It's early. But... I thought there were enough huts for everyone?

[So why is she trying to share this one...?! Yeah, he's still not caught up here.]

[probablynoteren]

[That's a bit of a worrying noise, and the dragon is more tangled than the seaweed that can be found here and there on the beach (where did the seaweed even come from, there's no water), so Lenka is momentarily concerned and baffled before the telepathic communication starts and then he's just fully baffled.

Honestly, he would have been less surprised if the dragon talked normally, but a dragon is talking in his head and also the dragon knows his name. If he'd actually been in his bed and his bed wasn't part of the floor by now, he'd think he was still dreaming.]

Uh... [should he telepathy back?] It's fine. It was an accident, I woke you up.

[At least, it looked wholly like an accident. Actually he's not even sure what to classify this as anymore. He'll just gently disentangle himself from Mikleo's tail as best he can to retrieve his stuff, in case the dragon gets more tangled and knocks things around again.]

This is my hut, but... do I know you?

[dangerouslyinlove]

[There's another muffled and entirely unintelligible noise from the bed, Ryoji rolling over and hugging the pillow that's next to him and making him more visible. Sorry Chiaki, this is his now.]

[songbird_slayer]

[She groaned and rubbed her eyes.]

There is... wound up in someone else's... they shooed me out. Forgot his name, but I'll remember his face.

[When they opened, she looked around. Having had some time now, she could make out some features in the hut.]

This one's mine... see? My guitar and my flute are over there.

[mech_and_mutt]

Quit callin' me that. My name's Red.

[Though- pride aside- that was probably the least of his concerns about this whole situation. ...Even if this probably wasn't what most people meant when they talked about waking up with a girl in your bed.]

Okay. Orihime.

[And even if she was using him as a big fuzzy comforter, she still was managing to hog the covers!]

Can't ya tell this ain't your bed?!

[mech_and_mutt]

n'uhh. sheets.

[Unfortunately, the bed's uninvited occupant must have felt the bedding tug down along with the bed's rightful owner. Ryoji didn't manage to squeeze down more than an inch or two before Red gave another pull to the covers, the sheets tightening around the two of them in the process.

What, never had a dog at the foot of your bed, Ryoji? Just pretend he's Koromaru or something. Except he's hugging you. And not at the foot of your bed.]

[oneandmikleonly]

[he has just enough wherewithal to drag his tail away from Lenka to make that easier. he can probably untangle himself in time, but right now it seems prudent to lie very still and not make it worse]

Um. It's Mikleo. From earlier, with the crabs and your fridge box...

I'll replace your bed somehow. Though probably not tonight, I'm really sorry, someone took over mine earlier.

[liveinskin]

That's fine. [So long as he acknowledges it as an accident off the bat, she can be forgiving.] But, y'know, if you want this bed so much you can't just have it like that. You need to exchange with me for something. That's prison rules.

[aka the only rules she knows of, due to living in a prison.]

[p_mortem]

[ Prison rules, Minato laments internally, thankful that he's good at keeping thoughts to himself and off his face. But outside of prisons, that's also fair, so he can't argue otherwise. ]

Alright. Would you exchange the bed for items, or a favor?

i am slow this week forgive me

[tropism]

Of course it makes sense.

[ giorno will do the thing that you're not supposed to do after introducing a joke, which is to explain the joke itself. this is an awkward situation already anyway, might as well force it to become more awkward. ]

'A dress' sounds similar to 'address', which you can argue is what a house 'wears' because that's what a house is prefaced by: you have to ask, oh, where is your house? And then you give it a location, which is how you identify the house, in the same way one identifies a person by their name or their address: sir, madam, miss, your lordship, Your Royal Crankiness Who Is Going to be Bedless This Evening. Etcetera.

As for gatekeeping, well. There is the option of sharing, but you'll have to be comfortable with the possibility of uncertainty. I can easily tip you to the floor given how small the bed is, but you know, I'll be more than gracious and share.

[burnblonde]

It's still the middle of the night and for some reason you are in my bed.

[Wow this guy is clueless.]

for chiaki

[secrowtary]

[It's been a long day—magical training takes up lots of time and immersed in it Hibiki doesn't realize how late it got until it becomes dark outside. On the way back to his hut, one more thing becomes apparent—he's really tired and definitely could use some sleep.

After quietly walking inside, Hibiki notices that something about his bed is odd. He doesn't remember leaving anything under the covers...and then, he realizes that whatever it is, it's breathing.

His very first idea is to turn on his feet and go to check if it's his hut and...it is. There's no mistake. Let's hope it's not some animal sleeping in his bed. There's no other way to check than to see for himself, so he looks under the cover and...oh, it's a human. Whether that makes things easier or not, he's not sure yet.]

Excuse me...

[Beginning with a gentle poke, Hibiki makes an attempt to wake the boy up.]

[secrowtary]

[From an esteemed secretary to a bed stealer in a few days, this is what his life has become.

Too exhausted to start an investigation concerning the whereabouts of his bed, Hibiki decides to accept things as they are and lies down. Some prankster could have exchanged his mattress with a sleeping bag—that's the conclusion he comes up to just a little before closing his eyes and finally falling asleep.

It doesn't even occur to him that he might be the one mistaken here. So when someone interrupts his sleep, lying on his side Hibiki doesn't even move, just gives Gokotai a short response:]

Please come back in the morning...

[liveinskin]

I would. [She nods, sitting down on the side of the bed.] Do you have any items that are worth this bed?

it ok

[oneandmikleonly]

What . . .

[he looks down at Giorno with the pure bafflement of a kid from a high-fantasy RPG where the starting village he's from is literally about twelve houses large, and where in a bigger town there's your inn and there's your market and there's the occasional landmarks like Rose's warehouses or the mansion-castles of Hyland and Rolance. in short, addresses aren't a completely alien term, but he genuinely has to dig to get the reference, and it shows, and, oh, that's a human thing, isn't it, that's just annoying

for a moment, he considers using a spell and dumping water all over the bed in irritation, but then remembers. oh yes. he can't do that here either.

all right, fine. he can at least respond in a mature and reasoned manner --]

Ugh, forget it! I don't need sleep, anyway! Just don't make a habit out of this, will you?

[-- never mind.]

[dangerouslyinlove]

[But Ryoji's never even had Koromaru on his bed...! He is truly underleveled for this experience.]

I... guess Im staying for the moment... [Until Red loosens his grip or something.]

[sundays]

[WHY IS THAT -

Though Chiaki's going to blink as he... watches this person hug the pillow....

And he tilts his head... Now that he's sure he's not sleeping in a cursed place, he's yawning and - just gonna go ahead and move the blankets over so that they cover Ryoji neatly.

There you go, bud.]

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

Who are you and what are you doing here?

[Clear, concise, to the point. This late in the evening, it's easy to slip into the habitual assumption that a stranger where he's supposed to sleep is someone hostile, but... she had her arm off. That's not something an enemy would do, right?

Who knows. He's just gonna keep standing in the middle of the hut with one hand in a pants pocket and a suspicious almost-glare on his face.]