paradisa | 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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[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.]

[Tess is an early sleeper –– electricity is rationed, so when night falls and she isn't out on some extended drop beyond Boston's walls, she's sleeping. She hasn't kicked that habit in Paradisa yet, and god does she hate it when people disturb her when she's sleeping.

She doesn't even bother to get dressed. She's up and pulling her boots on over her bare feet despite her pajama pants, and she's putting her handgun into the back of her underwear. Her tank top reveals her still-healing shoulder/neck, where the skin is bright pink and scar-like and puckered, a palm-sized section of it concave from where the flesh had been scraped down to raw muscle and never really grown back. Normally Tess hides that, but like fuck she's doing that right now.

Right now she's going to string up whatever little punk is blasting music through the Castle halls.

And, of course, it's Effy.

Tess wastes no time striding over to her and reaching to grab her roughly by the arm.]

[ 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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[ 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. ]

[ Effy easily stumbles about when her arm's tugged, reeling, her vision not quite catching up to the motion yet which almost has her feeling sick. Not sick enough, fortunately. The colors are brighter like this, everything more vivid and real and significant. It's like she can almost believe that there's a meaning to it all.

The wound on Tess's shoulder catches her attention, shining as bright as hot metal in her mind and Effy winces from the perceived pain to her eyes and perhaps out of empathy too. ]

Someone took a massive bite of you.

[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.

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

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[Definitely not one of his better ideas. Neither was sleeping in the lobby. Easy enough to rectify though, he just shakes his head and turns back to the stairs.

It's two steps later that he realizes that the sound is going to carry one floor up to his room. She's killing him here. -- Where is it coming from? He looks around now for the source so he can innocently kick it on his way up.]

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[ She leans against the lowest part of the bannister, realizing that she has taken her sense of balance for granted all this while. The stereos have been meticulously hidden under the sofas though, many of them, when the intention had been to keep people from ending the party too soon. ]

--What did you say?

[ The music really is too loud. ]

[Tess holds on tight, even if it means her fingers are biting in.]

And I didn't survive this bite so I could be woken by fucking Ke$ha remixes. Turn it off. Now.

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[The only reason he looks back to her is because he thinks she might actually pass out or something if she gets too excited. Which would be his luck.

He's not in the mood for any of this.]

I said why don't we get a room? [Because that sounds like the perfect way to test her hearing. He's been hanging around too many young girls, he's starting to get what they pick up on.]

Uh...sorry...it's been awhile since basic, I and forgot everything but S.O.S. anyway.

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[ He should consider a career as a youth counselor. Her smile turns wolfish then, ready to gobble him up (and spit him out). It's probably just his luck too that she does pick up on the offer and doesn't even think it's meant ironically. ]

But I wouldn't fuck cowards.

[ Effy can feel the bruises probably forming under that grip but she likes the pain. It's more frightening if she feels nothing. So she laughs and laughs and doesn't seem to know how to stop. ]

Can't find the switch.

You can write a lot with S and O.

They are important letters.

Where'd you learn all that?

Books.

[ An instruction book, to be exact, that she has open right beside her journal. But nobody needs to know. ]

Where'd you learn all that?

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