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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)

[For Ryoji]

[Between his odd encounters with magic hypnotic dances and his own attempts at exploration getting him lost in the woods again, Red was feeling something he hadn't remembered feeling since he first arrived on the island: Exhausted. And, for once, his powers just weren't kicking in to snap him back out of it.

He really, really shouldn't have skipped that whole magic training class. But no, he had to run laps instead. That just made the whole thing worse.

His eyes were half-lidded and his stride all but dragging himself across the sand by the time he made it back to the huts on the beach; but even through bleary eyes and dim light, he had no trouble at all picking his hut out among the countless others there, and wasted no time in nearly diving under the covers.

He just didn't recall his bed having such little room in it. Or having the sheets pull back when he tried to pull them over himself.]

quithoggin'em.

[Ryoji is a fairly light sleeper- in some ways, after all, being awake during the dead of night is more natural to him than being awake during the day. Of course, he'd had to be on a day schedule with school, but being up at midnight just... felt right. Even before he knew.

So when someone flops into his bed, he wakes up, eyes wide and blinking. Uh...] Red? Are... you ok...?

[He tries to gently shove the other in a very, very half hearted attempt to wake him. ...He looks exhausted.]

[For Chiaki]

[After getting kicked out of his own bed, Ryoji wanders around for a bit but... that quickly proves to be a bad idea, and he does need sleep eventually. He doesn't really know where Red's hut is, though, so he can't just take his bed, so he decides to just find an empty one.

And as luck would have it, this bed seems to be empty! So Ryoji flops down on it, curling up and closing his eyes and very quickly drifting off to sleep.]

[ FOR RED ]

[ orihime is a heavy, heavy sleeper, and she'd actually fallen asleep on the ground until her body told her that was no longer acceptable. too hard, too sore. so...sleepily, her body softly aching, she rises and slides her feet over to the nearest bed and just

plops herself down on whoever's sleeping in it.

turns out that its occupant is a furry animal of some sort? orihime's brain registers that much, at least, and she sleepily wraps her arms around whoever this is. so soft... ]

Aaah...

[ congratulations red you have a giant lug of a cinnamon roll on top of you now ]

Edited 2017-07-14 01:36 (UTC)

For Sorey
[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.]

Edited 2017-07-14 04:19 (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]

[A sharper yank against the upper corner of the sheets practically pulled them entirely off of Ryoji and cocooned the wearily-grumbling dog as he rolled over and turned away, tail poking out from under the covers.]

'mfine.

[...But Ryoji's shoves and prods soon earned a quiet groan. Ugh, it felt like he just went to sleep and already someone's trying to wake him up?]

jus' gimme... minutes.

[Exerting yourself for days on end in a strange new place was bound to make anyone tired; Red just had the fortune of being able to shamble over to his own bed before passing out. Even if it miiiight have taken him a couple tries before he'd found the right one.

So by the time he was even aware that there was a guest in his hut, he was already sharing his bed. Orihime's arrival was answered with little more than a twitch of his leg and a quiet groan as she learned in against him.]

scooch.

[Wait HOLD ON A SECOND HERE. It may have taken him a full minute or two to get the cylinders firing in his brain again, but after a while he did finally realize that the sudden appearance of an in-bed bunkmate may have been just a little bit unusual.

His head turned, staring at his... visitor, and even through the dim of night and haze of half-sleep- even through the shock of realizing he suddenly was sharing his bed with a girl- he was pretty sure this wasn't even anyone he recognized.]

Wh--

[...but it wasn't like he didn't sympathize with that tiredness she wore on her face, either. He tried his hartest to stay at a whisper.]

what're you doin'??

[After a few days, Jotaro liked to think he'd been adapting well to being stuck on this weird island. He could control his weird sparkling a little, he'd met a few people, he was getting better at finding his way efficiently to the bathhouse... It hadn't been his best half a week, but it hadn't been his worst, either.

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.

For Edna

[Jotaro just doesn't even care anymore tonight, he's crashing wherever. "Wherever" is only marked by some weird symbols he doesn't recognize as any of the written languages he's encountered, and he's too tired to think this might mean the hut belongs to someone from an unfamiliar place rather than that somebody just scribbled on a board or whatever.

So! When Edna returns, she's going to find shoes just inside the door, a long jacket and ratty-looking hat on her stool, and some guy passed out in her bed who's so tall his feet hang off the end. Sorry, friend.]

[ the sudden arrival of a giant lump should be unusual, yes; orihime stirs just the slightest bit, turning over just a little, which should ease some of the weight off of red. still, though...

she's hugging him, pretty much nuzzling her nose into his fur because soft, fluffy animal? heck yes. he's just so comfortable, and it doesn't occur to her sleepy self at all that this animal is pretty much like a human-- ]

Ahaha...good kitty...

[ she thinks he's a cat, on top of all of that?! and she's pretty much talking in her sleep, too.

have fun. ]

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]

[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...?]

Oh... ok...

[Well then. Ryoji decides he'll just sit there for a few minutes, then. He doesn't think they're meant to sharing beds like this, but... he doesn't really know so he'd like to ask Red. Unfortunately, he doesn't look like he really has any sign of waking up soon. Maybe he should just leave him be for now.]

[Alright. Invading his bed was one thing; snuggling up to him unexpectedly in the middle of the night was another; but calling him 'kitty'? That was just pushing your luck, lady!--

<>--and it really wasn't helping that the way she was nuzzling her face into his chest as more than a little bit ticklish. He had to do something about all this--]

First off, I'm not a cat!!--

[but--

She just looked so comfortable...]

...Second, who the heck are you anyway?

thnks...

[Well, even if he was a sheets-hog, at least he quieted down after those first few murmurs and didn't snore. Besides, if Ryoji didn't want his bed shared by the first near-comatose sleepyhead to drop by, then he shouldn't have picked such a comfortable one this late at night.

Yup. Made perfect sense.

...There WAS the little issue of Red's tail, though, and how it kept wagging as he dozed, more often than not gently whapping Ryoji in the face.]

[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]

[This... looks like it's going to take a while. And while Ryoji is an incredibly patient person, even he is getting a little bit tired of being whapped in the face by a tail.]

Um... I guess I'll just... go for a walk, then...?

[Ryoji why are you even still talking you're not going to get an answer.]

[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.]

[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...

[with all of the running around he did the previous day giving him an extra bit of exhaustion, it isn't easy to get him to wake up. the poke makes him stir a bit, but in his half-awake state he doesn't do anything more than grumble and try to roll over. whatever it is can clearly wait.]

Ten more minutes and I'll get up...

[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?]

[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...

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