sixteen detention slips

[delincuente]

So didn't this place used to have, like, ten more floors? What ever happened to those?

[Alex is currently in the dining room, with her feet kicked up on the table, a fashion magazine open in her lap, and a bag of marshmallows in front of her. Feel free to chastise her for getting sneaker germs everywhere - or for eating her weight in sugar this close to midnight.]

I leave you guys alone for, like, three months and you totally rearrange the place. Typical.

[A short pause, and then a thoughtful hum.]

Huh, I guess this week makes a year since I got dropped off here for the first time. Kind of feels like a lot longer with that whole Paris crap. [Her voice raises, like she's trying to be overheard.] Anytime you want to toss me back to New York, that'd be great.

((ooc: open post!))

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[lord_wizard]

Yes, I'm sure the castle will send you copies of the floor plan next time it wants to redecorate.

[delincuente]

Hey, all I'm looking for is a little courtesy. It ships me off to France for a few months, and all I want to do when I get back is kick my feet up with some cocoa. But wait, sorry, your whole freaking tower got wiped while you were gone. Sorry for your loss. Have a Kleenex.

[lord_wizard]

The last thing we can ever expect from the castle is courtesy. This isn't our world. It's not your tower.

At least you got a vacation out of the deal.

[delincuente]

[She makes a lazy little scoff at his first statement.] Wow, sarcasm really works well on you.

And I mean, yeah, if you count sleeping on a park bench every night a "vacation".

[lord_wizard]

Why, thank you.

Mmm. Was it a nice bench at least?

[delincuente]

It was durable. Sturdy. Nice and wooden.

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[shirtless]

It had way more than that. I used to live on the 13th floor. No towers, either.

[delincuente]

I was in one of the towers. [If the mun remembers correctly.] Ugh, it was a pain to get up there, but hey - the railings were great for sliding.

[heloise]

Welcome back.

[delincuente]

Wish I could say it was good to be back.

[hard_talker]

Heh, yeeeeah. Back in the fall it kicked us out for a few days and made us all camp in these hugeass piles of leaves while it remodeled. I'm not even gonna pretend to know what the point was.

[delincuente]

It made you sleep outside? Dude, I am so glad I missed that.

[hard_talker]

Hey, I knew someone with an apartment in town, don't go feelin' sorry for ME.

[delincuente]

Never said that I was.

So it wouldn't let people, like, wish for tents?

[hard_talker]

Oh, it did, you could still wish for stuff.

[delincuente]

Then it was pretty much just like that While You Were Out show. Castle tosses everyone out for campfires and Kumbaya, and just TLC's everything while our backs are turned.

[Pause.]

Hm. At least there aren't as many stairs to walk up, now that I actually have to take them.

[arealwoman]

[ Oh, hey, you're being joined. She can't sleep so midnight yoghurt? ]

The castle was demolished?

[delincuente]

[Alex gives her a nice, chill nod of acknowledgement, but doesn't take her feet off the table.]

No, it just rearranged all the floors and crap. Took a way a ton of towers. Still looks the same from the outside, though.

[arealwoman]

If there's less castle how does it look the same?

[delincuente]

[She pops a marshmallow in her mouth, muffling her voice.]

Magic.

[arealwoman]

[ The look that she's giving you? Not amused ]

I shouldn't have asked.

[ She's going to open that yoghurt and try and ignore the magic ]

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry reads the journal entry with a frown on his face. He'd learn something new that he didn't knew about the castle before. he'll then reply in a slightly sarcastic voice,] It used to have ten floors? So the place rearranges itself too? Lovely.

[He then changes his tones as he continues.] Welcome back. I bet it's hardly a pleasant one though.

[delincuente]

Well, it did it once. Since it likes pissing us off so much, I wouldn't put it past it to do it again.

[A sardonic snort.]

Thanks.

[youhavebeenflynned]

No problems. [Smirks.] It would piss me off too if my room was moved to the 12th floor or something. [He then snorts.]

[delincuente]

We used to have way more than that.

[She gestures with her hands, indicating something very tall.]

Like, I don't know - twenty or something.

[Of course, she never took the elevator or the stairs, so her judgement is a bit inaccurate.]