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spellbinders2017-07-12 09:11 pm
probablynoteren) wrote in spellbinders2017-07-12 09:11 pm
Musical Beds Beach Bonanza!
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. ☆]
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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[what even is this. considers trying to bodily haul the dude out of his bed instead, but . . . he looks heavy and it'll cause a ruckus]
. . . fine. What is it.
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What kind of clothing does a house wear?
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[oh god, did you get someone with no sense of humor--]
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[--NO YOU JUST GOT A NERD]
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The correct answer is: a dress.
[ giorno opens his eyes, smiling. his hands are steepled over his chest as he ponders the mysteries of life and the universe. ]
You have failed the test. As a result, you forfeit the right to your bed.
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[this is mostly hissed not to wake up the other sleepers, but his expression's more grumpy than really mad]
i am slow this week forgive me
[ 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.
it ok
[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.]
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[ wow, giorno. ]
You'll be the life of the party soon enough.
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he doesn't dump water on Giorno, but he does steal a pillow from someone else's bed, grumbling all the while under his breath, and try to drop it on Giorno's face
(is it effectual for anything besides giving him another soft thing to sleep on? no, not really. does it make him feel better? a little bit)]
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in a muffled voice, he says - and it's good that the pillow is over his face, at least he's spared with the sight of him grinning - ]
Did you want something more specialized? I can be pretty charming, you know, in case you want something a little less wholesome. On the other hand, anything above PG-13 comes with a price, though that can be negotiable.
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[and there went the neighbourhood]
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No, no, you've got it all wrong. I'm offering you aid, like how Batman sometimes needs help from Robin? Or like .... I don't know, name your superhero needing aid from his sidekick in whatever way you understand. The knowledge is for you to use on some other target.
You're not interesting enough for me to seriously hit on, be reasonable. [ ah. is that better, or worse. ] Although ... this is quite funny.
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[covers his mouth when someone groans in one of the other beds, flustered, and modulates his tone back to a whisper; he's also leaning over and grabbing his satchel from under the bed, though]
-- it's not funny! Never mind, enjoy the bed for tonight, I'll find another one.
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[ mikleo: is grabbed. ]
People here aren't as fun.
[ giorno stands up and stretches, like a cat. ] You may have your bed back. I've kept it warm for you, so you should be grateful.
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I meant it, you can have it. I don't even need to sleep, I'll...look for something else to do.
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[ look at this guy, he's got hobbies. woweee. ]
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I was going to go hunting, maybe. I wouldn't exactly call that a hobby, more like a necessity. Most of the people here will need to eat tomorrow too.
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[ bedtime, my buddy. even if your bed has been summarily occupied. ]
Oh. We should introduce ourselves, probably. [ a brilliant smile. ] I'm gonna need to know whose name to call should I find myself in need of a bed.
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The name is Giorno, Mikleo. Since I've got no other pressing appointments after stealing your bed, I'll join you with hunting. [ a bright smile. ] It's not safe to go by yourself.
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Fine. If you insist, Giorno.