paradisa | 002 ☠ action, dictated

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002 ☠ action, dictated

[ Speaking has never held much appeal for Effy, when there are so many more fascinating ways to communicate. Such as by tapping this message to the journal: ]

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[ All you need to know is that somewhere in there, the message says come to the lobby when the clock strikes twelve.

Those who refuse the invitation may find their sleep rudely disturbed by the sudden blaring of the most tasteful music. The castle does have a way of tuning out noise from certain rooms or allowing the sound to carry even better. But those who do come will find Effy swaying messily to the music while completely missing the rhythm. Occasionally she laughs to herself, high as a kite and dancing to her own boom boom.

Care to join her? ]

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[Castiel's voice was his loss upon entry to Paradisa, so he's been having to communicate in different ways--primary writing or signing--ever since he's been here. Because of this reason, he's never used the dictation function on the journals.

He hadn't thought about Morse Code, but he's totally going to play with it now.]

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[ Good to know her attempt at making other people's lives more difficult ended up making one person's life easier. Who would've thought? Effy is happy to play along. ]

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[Go figure! But he is quite pleased with this.]

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[Spike isn't in the lobby because of her message, it just happens that the couch was closer than his room, and at the time it seemed like a reasonable place to sleep. Maybe all that time he spent alone was starting to get to him, and napping in public is his way of socializing.

When the music starts though, he ignores it for several long, annoyed seconds. Then he rises to catch a glimpse at the girl dancing like she got lost on her way to the club. It takes him just that long to recognize her.

That changes his plans of waving at her to knock it off. Squinting seems to be his main form of retaliation before he decides he doesn't have the energy for it. Then he gets up, grabs the jacket he was using as a pillow, and starts to make his way to the stairs. Hopefully she's too high to notice.]

[ It just so happens that Effy was unaware of anyone sleeping in the lobby before she started blasting that music, even if consideration for another's hearing ability would never stop her. The fact that it's the tall man with hair bigger than Adele's might though, since toying with him might just be as fun as waking up the entire castle, right?

She is trailing giggles as she sways and stumbles, not moving to chase him even if she's clearly aware of his presence now. ]

Hey. You never returned my present. [ That sprig of mistletoe was totally worth a huge Christmas parcel. ]

[Apparently he's grumpy when he first wakes up, because the look he gives her over his shoulder should say enough for him. It'd be easy enough to pretend he couldn't hear her, but he's fairly confident that his muttered reply will be lost in the blaring music.]

I didn't have your address.

[ Effy wanted to see him reply more than to hear how he replies. The fact of the matter is he still stopped for long enough to acknowledge her despite every reason not to. That's enough to have her grinning like a Cheshire cat while making her way closer. ]

Come dance. Live a little.