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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[probablynoteren]

[Her sleepy grumbling is making him sleepy, and he yawns a bit during her piecemeal explanation; but also accepts it anyways, because he's definitely been there. She's lucky she discovered the invasion before he decided on moving in completely, even if all he has is his own sack full of things.

Lenka looks around -- now that there's moonlight, he does a doubletake at what he'd somehow successfully missed before, and now there's a flush of embarrassment on top of the general confused red-faced reaction to bedsharing shenanigans. He almost falls out of bed trying to move to a position where he can get up. He does manage to smack his head on the wall, but his head is hard, he can take it.]

Ah... sorry. I, a dragon sat on mine. So I had to move.

[songbird_slayer]

[She makes no remark on his scramble or the little head bonk. He seemed hard-headed enough to be able to endure it, however. He'd seen bigger men make bigger fusses over a knock to the noggin. She hummed, lying back and stretching out.]

I see... well, when your hut's got dragon butt all over it you're short on options.

[She scooted to make some more room and yawned.]

At any rate, no harm no foul. You don't seem keen on harming me. Besides, I don't mind bedmates. A warm body's a warm body and it's dreadfully chilly here.

[probablynoteren]

... Thanks.

[Well, it's good that she's not mad; he hadn't been particularly mad about the dragon invasion either, since... there's really no way to react normally when your bed becomes a sudden draconic casualty. Still, Lenka is pretty sure he would never get to sleep trying to share the bed like this -- he's shared beds before, but this is different!

So he carefully slips out the side, trying not to jostle the mattress too much, and goes to retrieve his things which are somewhere by the door due to force of habit.]

But I think there's still empty huts. I should go find one, since I can't use mine.

[And it's true: he'll have to make sure he claims a new one. It's a more expedient solution than fixing his poor cot. And he's gotten some sleep, anyway.]

[songbird_slayer]

Alright, if you insist. Don't mind if I conk out something fierce. You have a good night, sweetheart.

[She could admit there was a greater boon in being able to 'starfish' and sleep like a bum for a night in such a big bed. The sheets will warm back up eventually.

Rolling over, she pulled up the covers and curled inward.]