spellbinders | 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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[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.]

Musical Beds Beach Bonanza!

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