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

[oneandmikleonly]

ARE YOU REALLY HITTING ON ME INSTEAD OF GETTING OUT OF MY BED?!

[and there went the neighbourhood]

[tropism]

[ giorno removes the pillow from his face. ]

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.

[oneandmikleonly]

It's--

[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.

[tropism]

Alright, alright.

[ 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.

[oneandmikleonly]

[huffs at him, the 'be grateful' twinging off another spark of irritation]

I meant it, you can have it. I don't even need to sleep, I'll...look for something else to do.

[tropism]

Oh? You've got hobbies? Maybe you should share.

[ look at this guy, he's got hobbies. woweee. ]

[oneandmikleonly]

[huffs]

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.

[tropism]

That's understandable, but isn't it late?

[ 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.

[oneandmikleonly]

You are banned from my bed after tonight, but it's Mikleo. Of course it's late, but the boars should still be out at this hour. They're harder to find in the daytime.

[tropism]

I contest that ban. I feel it's unjust and rashly given. Spur-of-the-moment. Etcetera.

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.

[oneandmikleonly]

[he puts a hand over his face for a moment, not actually letting out a groan of exasperation]

Fine. If you insist, Giorno.