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]

for giorno
[Mikleo stares down at his bed, and the person occupying it. if he were on his own he'd just move straight on and take another bed, but he shares this space with at least one person from home, so that's going to create extra awkward questions in the morning if he just leaves it like that.

water to the face? tickling? nose pinching? vigorous elbowing? those are fine for friends, but probably not for strangers. he settles for poking Giorno in the shoulder firmly.]

Hey. Hey.

for lenka
[at some point, probably, he does give up and just try going in another hut. seraphs don't need sleep, but by god does he want at least a little after the continued culture shock of the day.

...since Mikleo doesn't have full control of his powers yet, Lenka's going to find a blob under his blankets that's

large and spiky?

is that a long crocodileish tail poking out from under there?

oh dear]

[probablynoteren]

[Oh dear.

Of all things he'd have expected to find in what passes for his bed here -- a boar, fifteen crabs, hell, one of his neighbors -- the last thing Lenka would have expected is... what looks like some sort of reptile, not like anything he's seen so far on this island. At least, he thinks. It's hard to tell in the dark, but the tail...

He can feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, never mind that he'd just stumbled in from a long day of training, wrangling his way around everyone else training and sundry adventures. Unknown wildlife is never good.

Moving very quietly and trying to approach indirectly where he thinks the head might be... Lenka tries to peek at what might be under the sheets. He has one hand ready to cast a torrent(?) of refrigerators (never mind the structural integrity of his bed or his hut, really) and the other twitches at the sheets a little to see better.

What kind of terrible Goldilocks is in his bed...?]

[oneandmikleonly]

[it's some half-transformed loser, still sort of recognizable as Mikleo; the reason he even fits properly in the bed at all (besides the tail) is that his wings haven't fully come out and he hasn't gone full-sized, but he's looking very reptile around the head and arms and legs

he's snuffling slightly in his sleep. maybe he caught a chill before falling into your bed]

[probablynoteren]

[Lenka just stares blankly for a long moment.

A few things occur to him while he's struggling to make sense of the bed invasion here:

1. The half-lizard, half-person something-or-other looks oddly familiar, especially his colors and the face, kind of...? He's only known most of these people for a couple of days, so it must be someone he's talked to somehow.

2. Maybe.

3. He's really surprised that his tiny cot is still standing, even if it's sagging a little around the edges from the weight here.

4. This actually is his hut, right. But no, that's the felt sack with the scroll poking out of it, and the bottle, so he has the right bed here.

Once his brain is done rebooting, he carefully replaces the sheet and then backs up a bit. Looks around for something small and handy, but all he can find is... some of the crab bread that Minato gave him. It should be at optimal hardness at this point. Hmm.

...

Doink.

Even a guy who's never met a real dragon knows you don't wake sleeping dragons just like that. So he might just keep throwing things at the lump of Mikleo-dragon until he wakes up, that's clearly a well thought-out solution here.]

[oneandmikleonly]

[mikleo -- used to traveling and combat on the road -- is a light sleeper at the best of times, so he startles awake immediately on the first hit.

unfortunately Lenka beaned him on the nose, and what with all the sand he's inhaled today it's pretty irritated, so he

he sits up with a huge sneeze

and suddenly, there's a full-sized dragon perched on a cot three sizes too small for it

he just has time to meet Lenka's eyes in a comically horrified way before it collapses out from under him. WHOOMPH]

[probablynoteren]

[Ah. There goes his cot -- at least his hut didn't go with it, and he'd had the foresight to stand back a bit, so he only gets sideswiped slightly by the sudden added length of tail as he tries to scramble out of the way of sudden and spontaneous dragon expansion.

There's some plaster from the walls in his hair and maybe some cracks in the hut, but Lenka is still much more preoccupied with the creature -- it kind of looks like a dragon from the really old fantasy stories... but the expression it'd had on was strangely human? He's not sure what to do, so he stays put, carefully tucking his crab bread away.

There's a pause as he stares some more, then--]

I don't really get what's going on... Does that always happen when you sneeze?

[Not really what he meant to ask, but it just kind of slipped out...]

[oneandmikleonly]

[the dragon just whines for a few seconds instead of answering while Mikleo gets himself together, a physical and animal noise but with the very human inflections of 'why is this my life' and 'I'm really confused.' he's three-quarters upside-down, one-quarter awake, and one hundred percent tangled with the sad remnants of the cot, they're fair sentiments.

eventually:]

I have no idea. I am so sorry.

[...then he twists his head up further to actually look at who is addressing him]

Lenka, is that you? Oh no. I thought this place was empty.

[probablynoteren]

[That's a bit of a worrying noise, and the dragon is more tangled than the seaweed that can be found here and there on the beach (where did the seaweed even come from, there's no water), so Lenka is momentarily concerned and baffled before the telepathic communication starts and then he's just fully baffled.

Honestly, he would have been less surprised if the dragon talked normally, but a dragon is talking in his head and also the dragon knows his name. If he'd actually been in his bed and his bed wasn't part of the floor by now, he'd think he was still dreaming.]

Uh... [should he telepathy back?] It's fine. It was an accident, I woke you up.

[At least, it looked wholly like an accident. Actually he's not even sure what to classify this as anymore. He'll just gently disentangle himself from Mikleo's tail as best he can to retrieve his stuff, in case the dragon gets more tangled and knocks things around again.]

This is my hut, but... do I know you?

[oneandmikleonly]

[he has just enough wherewithal to drag his tail away from Lenka to make that easier. he can probably untangle himself in time, but right now it seems prudent to lie very still and not make it worse]

Um. It's Mikleo. From earlier, with the crabs and your fridge box...

I'll replace your bed somehow. Though probably not tonight, I'm really sorry, someone took over mine earlier.

[probablynoteren]

Oh... I remember you.

[It was a memorable meeting... to say the least. But it's a bit of a relief, that it's someone he knows. Sort of. Kind of.

Once he gets his things out of the way (he just gives up and scoots them out the door of the hut for now, might as well go all the way with caution), Lenka turns back to the pile of dragon and winces a little in sympathy; he's not sure how dragon spines work but that definitely does not look comfortable. He leans against the wall by the door to stay out of the way for now. He doesn't look mad. In fact, this is too absurd for him to even know where to start. And, well...]

You don't have to, for the bed. I can just move to another hut. [which is honestly probably the fastest solution; there are still empty huts around, probably] I think everyone's confused, moving to a new place... Is your bed okay?

[If this happens when he sleeps or sneezes, sleeping must be an interesting activity indeed.]

[oneandmikleonly]

Y--yes, I haven't, ah, transformed like this before. If this is going to be a problem I'm just going to skip sleep altogether until it's under control, honestly. I'd offer it to you, but . . .

[it's so occupied right now :(]

[probablynoteren]

Wouldn't skipping sleep just make it worse? I don't know magic, but...

[He's a little concerned! Even aside from the bed and hut-destroying properties of this particular power, trying to control something like this without sleep just seems like a bad idea!]

I'm sure I can find an empty hut, though.

[There are a lot of coven members, certainly, but there are a good number of huts too. Hopefully it stays that way!]

[oneandmikleonly]

No, I...I actually don't need to. It helps, but it's not a physical necessity.

[he sighs an enormous reptile sigh and finally starts to peel himself up from the wreckage, slowly and cautiously, one limb at a time]

All right. I'll...go deal with hunting more food for tomorrow, or something. And get this cleaned up, at the very least. Yikes...

for me!!

[tropism]

[ he's awake, but barely. he's kind of tired. so before he even responds to this guy, still with his eyes closed, he raises a hand. ]

Stop.

If you want your bed back, you must answer a riddle.

[oneandmikleonly]

What.

[what even is this. considers trying to bodily haul the dude out of his bed instead, but . . . he looks heavy and it'll cause a ruckus]

. . . fine. What is it.

[tropism]

[ giorno tucks his hand back underneath the covers and settles in it again, only turning towards mikleo so that he can face him when he's talking. he's still not opening his eyes though. ]

What kind of clothing does a house wear?

1/2

[oneandmikleonly]

It. . . doesn't. Is this a joke? A pun?

[oh god, did you get someone with no sense of humor--]

[oneandmikleonly]

--wait! Some styles of housing and architecture have skirting to protect the lower sections and anything delicate kept there like piping and water conduits. Or perhaps the answer is waistcoats, because of the similarity to wainscots, the lower paneling on walls inside a building.

[--NO YOU JUST GOT A NERD]

[tropism]

.... no.

The correct answer is: a dress.

[ giorno opens his eyes, smiling. his hands are steepled over his chest as he ponders the mysteries of life and the universe. ]

You have failed the test. As a result, you forfeit the right to your bed.

[oneandmikleonly]

That answer doesn't even make sense! And it was my bed first, you know! Why are you gatekeeping other people's beds?

[this is mostly hissed not to wake up the other sleepers, but his expression's more grumpy than really mad]

i am slow this week forgive me

[tropism]

Of course it makes sense.

[ giorno will do the thing that you're not supposed to do after introducing a joke, which is to explain the joke itself. this is an awkward situation already anyway, might as well force it to become more awkward. ]

'A dress' sounds similar to 'address', which you can argue is what a house 'wears' because that's what a house is prefaced by: you have to ask, oh, where is your house? And then you give it a location, which is how you identify the house, in the same way one identifies a person by their name or their address: sir, madam, miss, your lordship, Your Royal Crankiness Who Is Going to be Bedless This Evening. Etcetera.

As for gatekeeping, well. There is the option of sharing, but you'll have to be comfortable with the possibility of uncertainty. I can easily tip you to the floor given how small the bed is, but you know, I'll be more than gracious and share.

it ok

[oneandmikleonly]

What . . .

[he looks down at Giorno with the pure bafflement of a kid from a high-fantasy RPG where the starting village he's from is literally about twelve houses large, and where in a bigger town there's your inn and there's your market and there's the occasional landmarks like Rose's warehouses or the mansion-castles of Hyland and Rolance. in short, addresses aren't a completely alien term, but he genuinely has to dig to get the reference, and it shows, and, oh, that's a human thing, isn't it, that's just annoying

for a moment, he considers using a spell and dumping water all over the bed in irritation, but then remembers. oh yes. he can't do that here either.

all right, fine. he can at least respond in a mature and reasoned manner --]

Ugh, forget it! I don't need sleep, anyway! Just don't make a habit out of this, will you?

[-- never mind.]

[tropism]

If it does become a habit, think of it as me helping you adjust to a new social circle here, by giving you lots of riddles to think about.

[ wow, giorno. ]

You'll be the life of the party soon enough.

[oneandmikleonly]

[mikleo can'd do it. he can't handle this COMPLETELY maturely at ALL

he doesn't dump water on Giorno, but he does steal a pillow from someone else's bed, grumbling all the while under his breath, and try to drop it on Giorno's face

(is it effectual for anything besides giving him another soft thing to sleep on? no, not really. does it make him feel better? a little bit)]

[tropism]

[ the pillow drops on his face with a resounding flump, and giorno just lets it stay there, since he's not trying to kill him or anything.

in a muffled voice, he says - and it's good that the pillow is over his face, at least he's spared with the sight of him grinning - ]

Did you want something more specialized? I can be pretty charming, you know, in case you want something a little less wholesome. On the other hand, anything above PG-13 comes with a price, though that can be negotiable.