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. ☆]

Comments

[tropism]

The difference being ...?

A thief is a thief, regardless of the crime, isn't he? If title and morals are your only distinction, then you're no better than a cop.

[ ah. well, he did say you'll regret calling him nice, even jokingly ... ]

[actus]

I don't like most cops.

[ shocker???? ]

They don't all have morals, either.

[tropism]

[ a laugh. ]

Sometimes there is no distinction!

But, very well. You are interesting. Feel free to come back, Mr. Gentleman Thief.

Good or bad, you've got my attention.

[actus]

How kind of you.

[ he grins into the pillow this time, shifting back down. ]

It's Akira, by the way.

[tropism]

Giorno.

[ he pulls the blanket over akira. as for him being kind - giorno just smiles. ]

I keep telling you, you'll regret that.

[actus]

Will I? [ he hums it again, curling more into the blanket. listen, he's tired and sort of vulnerable. ]

Is that... Italian?

[tropism]

Yes.

[ rule number one of being with a jojo, akira. don't let your guard down. ]

And very much so. Like 'Buon Giorno!', which is what you'll say to a tourist once you relieve them of their money as they walk around [ naples ] Rome.

[actus]

[ he's used to people wanting him dead. he's fine. but he does manage to laugh drowsily at that. ]

Ah. How nefarious of you, Giorno.

[tropism]

[ but the jojo social circles become very convoluted real fast!! run.

and, very solemnly: ]

Had you lived there, you'd understand. [ that's not to say that tourism isn't a lucrative industry in general and for giorno himself, but all the same .... ]

[actus]

[ he's too tired to run! maybe tomorrow. try again later. ]

Mm. If they're anything like tourists in Tokyo, I think I can understand.

[ not like he's condoning actual theft, since his type of theft involves hearts, but you know. to each their own. or something. ]

[tropism]

I suppose the same could be said for us as we travel to different worlds.

[ giorno crosses his ankles on the bed. ] What do you like about Tokyo, Akira?

[ in general. a small list will do. ]

[actus]

The trains.

[ is that ... a real answer? ]

And the people. I grew up in a small town so it's been a nice change of pace.

[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. ]