Utsugi "Suspicious Eyebrows" Lenka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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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There's some plaster from the walls in his hair and maybe some cracks in the hut, but Lenka is still much more preoccupied with the creature -- it kind of looks like a dragon from the really old fantasy stories... but the expression it'd had on was strangely human? He's not sure what to do, so he stays put, carefully tucking his crab bread away.
There's a pause as he stares some more, then--]
I don't really get what's going on... Does that always happen when you sneeze?
[Not really what he meant to ask, but it just kind of slipped out...]
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eventually:]
I have no idea. I am so sorry.
[...then he twists his head up further to actually look at who is addressing him]
Lenka, is that you? Oh no. I thought this place was empty.
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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?
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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.
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[It was a memorable meeting... to say the least. But it's a bit of a relief, that it's someone he knows. Sort of. Kind of.
Once he gets his things out of the way (he just gives up and scoots them out the door of the hut for now, might as well go all the way with caution), Lenka turns back to the pile of dragon and winces a little in sympathy; he's not sure how dragon spines work but that definitely does not look comfortable. He leans against the wall by the door to stay out of the way for now. He doesn't look mad. In fact, this is too absurd for him to even know where to start. And, well...]
You don't have to, for the bed. I can just move to another hut. [which is honestly probably the fastest solution; there are still empty huts around, probably] I think everyone's confused, moving to a new place... Is your bed okay?
[If this happens when he sleeps or sneezes, sleeping must be an interesting activity indeed.]
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[it's so occupied right now :(]
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[He's a little concerned! Even aside from the bed and hut-destroying properties of this particular power, trying to control something like this without sleep just seems like a bad idea!]
I'm sure I can find an empty hut, though.
[There are a lot of coven members, certainly, but there are a good number of huts too. Hopefully it stays that way!]
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[he sighs an enormous reptile sigh and finally starts to peel himself up from the wreckage, slowly and cautiously, one limb at a time]
All right. I'll...go deal with hunting more food for tomorrow, or something. And get this cleaned up, at the very least. Yikes...
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[Well, he's a dragon. But still.
He'd been pretty asleep, so hopefully they don't end up with an actually sleep-deprived dragon at some point even if it's not technically necessary. Lenka scoots over by the door, ready to scoot out entirely in case Mikleo needs the space to sort himself out. The hut is awfully small even for him, though, so maybe he should keep the door open, too.]
... Do you need help?
[With the untangling, at least. He's not sure he'd be much help to a hunting dragon.]
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[does a final heave with both back legs, which...takes part of the cot frame apart with an awful noise...he winces, but the cot was already well beyond repair anyway. he stares at it ruefully; a dragon can't really express a kicked-puppy attitude well, but he makes a good old college try]
Sorry again.
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Lenka just shakes his head -- there really are no words for this at this point -- and gets to work moving the devastated furniture either to one side or out of the hut entirely. It's a good thing there isn't much else in there for Mikleo to get himself tangled up in.
Once it's a little clearer inside, Lenka pops his head back through the door.]
... Will you fit through the door?
[Legitimate question here.]
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[...then he actually eyes the door and amends, with a resigned sigh, because this is just how tonight is going to go, apparently:]
Might scrape the paint a bit, though. I'll...do my best and fix what has to be fixed after.