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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. ☆]

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[For Sorey]

[It'd been a long day. Stretching her arms high above her head and having a yawn, Madhuri was ready to head on back and let sleep claim her for the evening. But without name tags or any sort of thing, she figured she'd just pick a place and stick with it, right?

That was the unspoken rule. Except, when you're too tired to really pay attention, you started to dress down and slide under the blankets of a bed that felt a little firmer than she was accustomed to.

Oh well! With a sigh and a hug of the pillow, she wasn't long for consciousness. Curled in a small ball, she was soon fast asleep.]

[For Lenka]

[Well. That was... interesting. But after gathering her blouse and her boots, the bard set off and found the hut she could recognize and had actually decorated a little bit to help her spot it. Man, she must've been wiped out not to notice it before!

But her luck took a second downturn tonight when she saw a lump under the blanket. Body-shaped lump. Dumping her shoes and her blouse to the floor, Madhuri had decided to give up and maybe entertain herself a bit. It'd help her feel better.]

...Scoot over, sweetheart...

[Whoever you are, you're an extra pillow tonight. Sliding under the blanket, she draped an arm over the figure and settled in for what'll be a confusing bit of conversation sooner or later.

Eh. Details.]

Edited (.........you saw nothing) 2017-07-13 05:16 (UTC)

[He's a light sleeper out of necessity, normally, but training -- and his training fellows, mostly his training fellows honestly -- has taken a lot out of him and waking up in an unfamiliar space is always disorienting. It's not particularly helpful when your own hut and anybody's hut are equally unfamiliar at this point.

It's been a while since Lenka has lived or slept at close quarters with others, but he certainly grew up sharing a communal space -- whether public or private, there was always someone all up in your business. So it doesn't immediately register to his sleep-addled brain that suddenly becoming a pillow is a cause for alarm.

It speaks, it's warm, it's not a boar or anything else, he's good.

Probably...?]

... Scooted. [it's a mumble, the cots are tiny and he's already plastered to the wall here]

[She hummed her satisfaction. As a slighter figure, it was nice having something bigger to snuggle up with. But there was a problem in the grand scheme of getting the perfect night's sleep; she'd been dancing without her shoes all day, and dabbled her toes. That left the feet ice cold.

Fortunately for her, she had just the thing, an ankle hiking up the pants of her bunkmate and helping herself to a bit of that body heat.

He'll be a dear, won't he?]

[He'll be a deer, in headlights that is, as Madhuri's ice-block feet shimmy up and he lets out some kind of embarrassing noise between a yelp and a squeak at the rude wake-up call. He also immediately tries to flee backwards, but half-asleep him wasn't kidding when he said there was a wall in the way: there's nowhere to go and there are limbs everywhere.

So instead Lenka freezes in place to try to figure out what's going on.

First of all, there's definitely a girl in his bed -- she is all up in his business and besides being a girl there are... tusks...? Or something. Those aren't important right now. He flails a little in an attempt to disentangle himself.]

Ah... Hey... [who even is she though] There isn't enough room--

[She can't already be asleep, right.]

[That's up in the air, especially after her eyes shut tighter. With a grumble an arm draped over her face and fought to shut out what light there may be in the hope of sinking back into sleep.

The voice didn't help. A stranger though they may be, this was her bed and she was going to sleep in it after she'd gotten the pillow perfectly lumpy and the blanket comfortably cozy yet cool.]

Time's it...?

[Once Madhuri shifts, there's a bit more room to maneuver and Lenka curls more of himself up against the wall -- partly to get away from her feet, and partly to check the small window for the position of the moon in the sky. It's still early morning, no sign of dawn, and the light hurts his eyes a little too after being woken so abruptly.

... He looks back at the pseudo-bed invasion and sighs to himself.]

It's early. But... I thought there were enough huts for everyone?

[So why is she trying to share this one...?! Yeah, he's still not caught up here.]

[She groaned and rubbed her eyes.]

There is... wound up in someone else's... they shooed me out. Forgot his name, but I'll remember his face.

[When they opened, she looked around. Having had some time now, she could make out some features in the hut.]

This one's mine... see? My guitar and my flute are over there.

[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.

[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.

... 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.]

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.]

[after staying up far, far too late, the last thing Sorey wants is to be faced with an occupied bed. he even goes back outside to confirm that the hut does indeed have his name on it. it stands to reason that he should probably sleep in the hut that has his name on it, but it's not like he thought to ask if there would be a penalty if he didn't. this person would probably be more comfortable in their own bed instead of his, though, so he makes a halfhearted attempt to wake her up, reaching over to give her shoulder a shake.]

Hey, you're in the wrong bed...

[Her response is hugging her stolen pillow closer to her face with a small grunt. It was always the worst thing when, just as you've found the perfect position, there was something or someone to rouse you from it. At least it wasn't needing the bathroom or anything. But her mind didn't really try to register who it was that could be waking her. In fact, her imagination decided to kick-start as she drifted in and out of deeper sleep.]

...Mmm, Magnai... such big hands...

That's not...

[he's too tired for this. definitely too tired for this. he tries clearing his throat and calling a little louder.]

Hey!

Rrrgh- Hey yourself, you grumpy arse-

[She pushed herself upright, eyes opened just a crack. But the more she blinked, the more she realized she wasn't addressing the xaela man. Gods damn it.]

...Why're you...? This is my...

[She rubbed an eye, had another peek.]

These huts honestly look the same.

They do. But I thought it might cause more confusion in the morning if you woke up in the wrong place.

[and he's tried, but that's probably obvious given the time.]

Or it would make for an interesting morning. I suppose we could all use a break from eating things that make everyone sick.

[A beat.]

Ah. If you're kicking me out, cover your eyes. I'm not wearing anything.

[he does, indeed, cover his eyes]

You can keep the blanket if you need it to, uh, cover up. I'm sure I've got another one somewhere. I really would like my bed back, though.

I won't steal your blanket. My blouse is just over there and my shorts are... somewhere- ah. Okay, I threw them there somehow. Goodness...

[The rustling, a figure hopping out of bed- she didn't seem too shy about doing so to gather her things while the eyes are firmly covered.]

I suppose tomorrow morning's business is getting a name plate on each of the huts... or is that too demanding?

[he's dutifully keeping his eyes closed until she tells him it's fine to open them]

I don't think it's too much to ask after tonight. We can't be the only ones running into this problem.

Precisely!

[She stood upright and brushed off.]

Sorry for the inconvenience. Ah- You can uncover, too, sorry. Now, to see who's wound up in my bed. Not that I'm terribly sore of it- I hope they don't mind being the big spoon.

[uncovering his eyes and offering a wry smile]

Hopefully there isn't anyone in your bed and you have all that room to yourself.

There will be all seven hells to pay if there's someone in my bed!

[She marched to the doorway, dramatically waving a finger.]

I may charge them with breakfast duties come the morn! Out in the cold! While I steal all the sheets! Hells to pay!

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