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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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[Yang yawned as she stumbled into the hut. At first, as the door opened and light fell across the bed, she didn't think anything of the lump there. She wasn't exactly known for always making her bed. But as she stumbled closer she noticed that it wasn't pillows as she originally thought...but a person.
She groaned. She was way too tired for this. She poked them in the side.]
Hey. Wrong hut, bucko.
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For Jotaro
[Sleep was overrated anyway--especially when nightmares were involved. Yang remembers when she used to stay out late for other reasons, but now it was just to avoid nightmares. Although, after blowing stuff up today and then taking a walk, she was pretty exhausted now.
Unfortunately, after a long day of walking up and down huts and then taking a walk, Yang had picked a hut a few spaces down from the one she'd originally claimed. Of course, with several of the huts destroyed by various parties today it was a wonder that they still had this many still standing.
It wasn't quite habit yet, but Yang made a point of taking off her prosthesis before flopping on to the bed.]
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And then he got back to his claimed hut to find a figure in his bed and a metal arm on his floor.]
Dammit, old man, don't leave your arm on the--
[He was already bent over to pick the arm up when several things clicked. One: this wasn't his grandfather's prosthetic, it was too small and had the wrong hand on it. Two: his grandfather wasn't here to be crashing in Jotaro's bed in the first place. Three: the person who was in his bed was some blonde woman.
With a muttered "gimme a break", Jotaro lobbed the metal arm at its apparent owner.]
Hey, wake up.
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What the hell!
[She was tempted to throw the arm back...but it WAS hers and she might need it.]
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[Clear, concise, to the point. This late in the evening, it's easy to slip into the habitual assumption that a stranger where he's supposed to sleep is someone hostile, but... she had her arm off. That's not something an enemy would do, right?
Who knows. He's just gonna keep standing in the middle of the hut with one hand in a pants pocket and a suspicious almost-glare on his face.]
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Yang and I was just trying to---
[It's as she is starting to shout and become indignant that she realizes that something is off. Aside from there being a stranger in her hut, there are enough differences in the layout and objects lying around that she's starting to think this isn't the hut she had originally staked out as her own.
She blinks, anger subsiding a bit.]
....this...isn't my hut, is it?
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Ten more minutes and I'll get up...
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[Yang crossed her arms over her chest. He seemed pretty exhausted, but she was tired too. She'd try to be gentle one more time and shakes his shoulder]
Come on! This isn't even your bed.
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Uhm...Good morning?
[he glances around, noting that it's still dark and, obviously, not morning. possibly wrong word choice.]
Can I help you?
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[Wow this guy is clueless.]
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--I'm so sorry! I didn't even realize...I must have been pretty tired. It won'r happen again, I promise.
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We're all tired, it's fine. I was just surprised is all, I don't normally find other people sleeping in my bed.
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[She probably could have been nicer herself, but it was in the past now and he was taking it pretty well.]
You okay to find your hut in the dark like this?
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[he is, possibly, over-confident in his ability to locate his own hut, but he is more awake than before. there's a 50/50 chance he'll be fine.]
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[She offered him a smile, though it might not have been very reassuring given what she'd just said.]