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

[imsorey]

[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...

[songbird_slayer]

[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...

[imsorey]

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!

[songbird_slayer]

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.

[imsorey]

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.]

[songbird_slayer]

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.

[imsorey]

[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.

[songbird_slayer]

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?

[imsorey]

[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.

[songbird_slayer]

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.

[imsorey]

[uncovering his eyes and offering a wry smile]

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

[songbird_slayer]

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!