DAY 1

[boushi]

[It's a beautiful morning in Paradisa, seemingly just like any other. However... some residents may be waking up to notice... some oddities.

For starters this may not be the bed you woke up in! And this person, while likely recognizable to you, might not have been who you went to bed with last night! And some of you, well... you're not in a bed or even a room at all. In fact, you wake up next to a source of water... or in the water.

After that it likely won't take you long to realize what you're wearing. Some of you have some more uh... noticeable physical changes as well.

Don't bother trying to change clothes, ladies and gentlemen. Or should I say... Princes and Princesses?]

(ooc: this is a catch all post for pairs waking up together on the first day. ooc post is here!)

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[sexyhitchhiker]

[grumble] Take a picture, it'll last longer.

[deterrence]

I would, but physical representations are too dangerous to have around. [best not to ask dangerous in what way.

ahem.

she'll open her closet and gesture at the articles inside] Take what you need.

[sexyhitchhiker]

[oh good, 'cause Midori already has one of all of them.

She walks on over to the closet and grabs something sensible looking. Heartfelt:] Thank you.

[heading on over to the bathroom to change.




Yeah, judging from the loud cursing, it doesn't seem to be working.]

[deterrence]

[can it be her turn to facepalm now

calling out in the general direction of the bathroom:] What happened? Did the sleeve explode?

[kinda liked that top :'( oh well...]

[sexyhitchhiker]

[coming back out, still wearing the pink thing. The other clothes are folded and she places them back in the closet.]

No. I can't wear anything but this. [plucks at the edge of the dress in distaste.]

[deterrence]

[looking down at her own changed outfit]

Then it may be the same for me. [not even bothering to test that theory] Want to try exchanging clothes?

[the ruffles on her shirt are hideous, but...it's not in a (too) horrid colour, at least...?]

[sexyhitchhiker]

[a thoughtful look. Might as well try it, right?]

Sure, if you don't mind the pink.

[distinctly wondering if there's going to be any karaoke later]

[deterrence]

I don't, but you'll have to tolerate these ruffles. [the problem, she notes with dismay, lies in the length, or lack thereof, and its magnetic ability to draw her gaze lower]

...are you going to overreact again if I start taking my shirt off?

[sexyhitchhiker]

I don't overreact. [lies. But that statement just made certain she won't. Whatevs, man. She turns her glare towards the wall with a dismissive flick of her hair.]

[deterrence]

You so do. [an exaggerated pop of the top button, as if to prove the point she's making. How's that.

Maybe she should start on the next one]

[sexyhitchhiker]

[let's see. Respond to this overt challenge by anteing it up or do the sensible thing and run away?

Clenching and unclenching her fist for a moment and then.]

I do not. [But she stalks into the bathroom and closes the door none-too-gently.]

[deterrence]

[hey

that's her bathroom.

RUDE. If that's not an overreaction, what is?]

Come on. [going over and...talking through the door (personal space. if she must allow it.)] That isn't helping your case at all. [...] You could open a crack and I'll hand the clothes to you through it.

[sexyhitchhiker]

[there's definitely a sulky moment, and then the door opens a crack.]

[deterrence]

[yay, success.

a joking finger waggle at the crack, and she moves a few steps out of sight to strip for real this time]

...Huh. [chest bindings. Explains a lot. Well, good (?) to know she's not entirely naked underneath...

anyway, shirt, here]

[sexyhitchhiker]

[there's a rustling of cloth as she takes off her dress and tries on the shirt.

And yup, it's repelled right off.

Holding the shirt back out.] Thanks, but it looks like I'm either stuck wearing this or nothing at all.

[deterrence]

[sigh...so much for sneaky plans]

On the bright side, you can still shower.

[most important person and all, but she won't have you walking around for a week unwashed, okay. Priorities!]

[sexyhitchhiker]

[eventually emerges!]

Great. I'll keep that in mind if I'm forced to sing.

[a pause. Wait. She shouldn't have mentioned that.]

[deterrence]

[processing...

no, there is no way to process that. It's nothing but a non sequitur to her, and not an entertaining one, either]

What does singing have to do with this?

[sexyhitchhiker]

Um. Nothing.

[deterrence]

[... ... ... ... ... ...]

You can tell me when you want to. [not like she could figure it out on her own, so]

[sexyhitchhiker]

[man, is this one of those stupid trust things.

There's a rather long pause, and then she turns away, crossing her arms and
trying not to look too invested.]

We went out to karaoke after the Searrs event. [ugh. The memories.] Midori made us wear costumes.

[deterrence]

[she trusts the answer will be coming to her sooner or later, does that count?

(although she didn't expect the wait to pass so quickly, and is admittedly pleased at that)]

Given her taste in attire... [herp, Midori don't ever show up and look back and find this conversation kthx] I think I understand why you wouldn't be happy about it.

[sexyhitchhiker]

[glancing back at her] It was this one.

[looking away and trying not to think too much of that night, but. A smirk slowly spreads across her face.] I got Nao into something worse.

[deterrence]

Oh. [well. Nao suffering makes up for everything. Always. Good.

and maybe she's unwittingly mirroring the smirk] I'm proud of you. Would congratulations be too belated?

[sexyhitchhiker]

[turning a bit and flashing her a half grin, half smirk] You're in luck. I'm still accepting congratulations.