paradisa | našāqu | [Accidental dictation]

[It’s late morning at Wes’ residence. There’s the rustle of pages and sheets. A shift of weight and then the book is slammed shut, but unbeknownst to Wes, his rolling over to face Fred has knocked his journal open again...]

Something’s happened at the castle again. It’s all over the journals.

[The words settle over Fred, but she doesn’t immediately move. She’s found that spot. That rare, rumored, and more than a bit difficult to find spot. She’d been more than content, and fully prepared to stay there for the better part of the morning. In fact, she’d only just started to consider forgiving Wesley for moving. She’s remained curled up in the echo of that place, the quiet sound of pages being turned occasionally breaking the silence]

Like something, something? The sort of something I need to start finding my clothes for?

Dinosaurs running amok, escaped ghosts, upside down and topsy turvy staircases, corridors melting away, giant bubbles in the washroom, the library an absolute mess, involuntary pink hair...to name a few.

[Dinosaurs. Fred remembered the dinosaurs right after she arrived. She’d nearly gotten stepped on. She sighs into her pillow]

So definitely something then.

[Oddly, her voice remains uncommitted. And muffled]

Yes. I’m afraid so.

[Wes gives a faint sigh, then there’s the barely audible sound of a shoulder being kissed.]

We could always just stay at the house. Plead ignorance?

[There’s still a good bit of morning sleep in her voice, and what follows is dangerously close to a purr. It trails off into another sigh, and then another body shifting in sheets as she finally turns to face Wesley]

….it’s probably nothing like anything we’ve seen before. Especially since you missed the dinosaurs.

[So why didn’t she sound convinced?]

I suppose we ought to, then...

[He doesn’t sound very enthused. After all, the bed is warm, he has Fred’s company, the prospect of yet another chaotic day in Paradisa - after what’s happened earlier in the month - doesn’t really appeal. But he reluctantly starts to make a move.]

[She hadn’t expected him to actually move, somehow. Honestly, she’d just been talking to -- talk. Mostly saying the words she likely was expected to say]

Wesley....wait.

[Fred shifts closer, drawing herself up against him. What distinctly sounds like a kiss follows]

...I only just got rid of that peach dress.

[That of course implying she’d had her personal fill of the Castle’s brand of crazy lately]

Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that...

[More kissing sounds and movement on the bed until--]

[OOC: Brown font is Wes, Green is Fred, feel free to warn, troll etc]

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[cough] Erm, Wesley? Your journal is open.

[Since Herimone already spoke up.... Yeah she's just going to troll them.]

Don't get up on our account. We'll manage just fine without you.

How sweet.

I think I might throw up.

It's good to know if the world was going to hell and I somehow wasn't in the picture that you'd guys take care of everything.

[The spoken words interrupt whatever was going on and Wes then realises what's happened.]

What-? Oh, bugger it. [A touch more sheepishly.] Sorry about that.

It was not intended for public consumption, I assure you.

Edited 2012-03-01 02:45 (UTC)

[Fred sees what you're doing there. But there's a definite brush of color to her cheeks]

You always manage just fine without us Elektra. Its sort of who you are.

[Not that she wouldn't be there in a minute if she felt she was genuinely needed. Had Lilah really heard all that too....

The castle might be looking a touch more appealing]

You know us better than that, Buffy. I least I hope that you do.

[ Awww, Fred. ]

I know, Fred. Pink hair doesn't usually mean world is ending kind of deal, anyway.

I should hope not.

[She's slightly on edge, now, but something in Buffy's words eases that]

Oh, I don't know. Depending on just how pink we're talking about here.

See? Less reason to worry. Go back and have fun.

I think the fun's been put on hold for the moment.

[A rustle as she glances at Wesley]

...I think?

On temporary hold.

[Wes is sounding a little embarrassed by this whole development. He's very aware of the fact that he's naked under the sheets while talking to everyone. ot that they can see, but still...]

Edited 2012-03-01 03:09 (UTC)

I suggest you resume it. This place is a mess and you've both earned a nice day.

Ignore the others.

Like I was telling Fred, resume it. Really you don't want to be dealing with this.

We've got tigers and giant squids. Annoying but, manageable.

After Valentine's week was such a disaster...Paradisa can be a little too eventful sometimes.

[Wes doesn't plan to feel too guilty about taking one day off from it all.]

What about you? Perhaps you should take a break as well. Come and have lunch with us.

Edited 2012-03-01 03:14 (UTC)

Are you sure?

We're absolutely and completely sure.

Even if you were making fun of us before. Maybe we don't manage as well without you...

Some things are sort of hard to ignore. [A pause] Just how much of that did you hear?

Come and spend the day. I have a new piece of artwork you might like to see.

[You are being ganged up on, Elektra...]

Gently teasing at best. I'll stop by and have lunch. You win.

[Just in case it wasn't clear]

We really didn't know, Lilah.

I didn't think you did. Neither one of you strike me as the exhibitionist sort.

Oh. No. It's quite all right.

[ This? This is giggling. Lots of it. ]

Glad someone is amused.

We'll see you then. Maybe Wesley can even cook.

[Wait]

Lucrezia, is that you?

Let's not go crazy.

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