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[It's beautiful morning! The sun is streaming through the windows -- well, the sun has just begun to rise, actually; Alleria wakes up at the crack of dawn because she is insane -- and the birds ... well, there are no birds in Paradisa, so they're not chirping. It's winter anyway.

But the point is, it's a lovely morning as Alleria rises from her sleep. She stretches her hands up to the ceiling, arching her back, and then slowly lowers them as she realizes she's not ... in Vereesa's quarters.

This room is much more rough-hewn, much more to her liking than Vereesa's soft touches of Dalaran. She frowns and looks around a bit more. But how did she ...

Oh. The journal picks up a quiet noise of recognition.]

Ah.

[That'd be it.]

Good morning, Alleyne.

[ooc. backdated to the morning of the 11th obviously!! feel free to react to anything over the journals if you'd like]

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[Alleyne's ears flick, curled up on her side a bit, pulling the blanket close over her body, feeling a bit cold what with lack of pajamas or any sort of clothing on and all. Her eyes squint shut a bit harder, responding with a tired voice, not all quite aware yet what's going on and that this is not in fact the best dream of her life.]

...morning...Ergh, five more minutes...

[She rolls over to face Alleria without realizing, looking groggy and totally not ready to face this.]

[That's right, Alleyne didn't use sleepclothes. Alleria didn't quite understand this, but she tried not to judge the cultural differences of others.

Alleria just looked down at her brand new bedmate, and gave a quiet, slightly exasperated sigh.]

It's already light outside. Are you going to sleep all day, honestly? [it's like 5am]

[Gosh, Alleria, even instructors are allowed to sleep in a bit on the weekends. She lets out an annoyed groan, opening her eyes and sitting up, glaring.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm up, what do you wa---

[It's just now starting to sink in. She clutches her blanket to her chest and blushes a bit, looking embarrassed as can be. Her tone shakes a tiny bit.]

Alleria? How did you? When?

[Utterly impossible, 5 in the morning for everybody!! You get more done that way, you know, the earlier you get up. Less people wandering around to interrupt you.

Alleria doesn't really seem to notice Alleyne's modesty issues over there. She's seen worse than some breasts in her time, you know.

Shrugging, she gestures vaguely in the air.] Magic castle, I'd suspect. I'm not sure when; I've only just woken up ...

[No you see anything less than a battle bikini is immodest and rude. She rubs her eyes and lets out a wide yawn, trying to avoid eye contact for now, looking around for anything to put on.]

What does it want now? It's not going to have us raise a child together again, is it?

[Yes, of course her clothes are in the corner. She gets up and puts a blanket around herself, walking over.]

Let me make myself decent.

[Frowning, Alleria looks around the room as Alleyne looks for some clothes.]

It doesn't appear as such. I don't see one, anyway.

[A pause ...]

Have you always had heart-shaped lanterns hanging from the ceiling? [YOU DON'T SEEM THE TYPE, ALLEYNE]

At least that's one less thing to worry about.

[Quickly snatching her usual outfit up and putting it on, grumbling, leaving boots and gloves off, wrapping her cape around her, hat sitting nearby.]

Eh? What are you talking about?

[She looks up and around, a startled look on her face. Oh dear gods.]

W-what is this? That disgusting holiday isn't for a few days yet!

[Alleria just allows her gaze to settle on a stack of heart-shaped cakes and cookies nearby. That is not very nutritious, castle!!]

Ah ... perhaps it's getting a head start. I wonder if the entire castle is decorated as such.

[A long, exasperated sigh leaves her as she raises her hand to rub her forehead, sitting on the floor next to the bed. It's too early for this shit.

Besides, stuck with her. What if the castle forces her to confess? Or do anything? Then again, she's had centuries to practice ignoring her own feelings. This is just hard mode training for it.]

Maybe the journal's got record of people saying so. We can't be the only ones affected by such inconvenience. I could step out and scan the halls too, if you wanted.

[Anything to get out of this.]

[Alleria, for her part, is completely oblivious. As always!

Frowning, she gets up out of bed and begins to hunt around for a journal. She isn't naked, but she's dressed in a kind of gauzy nightgown. Nothing Alleyne hasn't seen before, naturally!]

Perhaps ...

[She'll get back up, not looking at all, just focusing on the door as she does her unlocking and pulls.]

Huh. Did I turn it the wrong way?

[She'll check again, turning both ways, tugging harder. Stupid door, when did you get to be so stubborn?]

Oh, come on already.

[After a bit of this, she raises her foot up and gives it a strong kick, only to be met with perfect resistance. Not good.]

...Tch. Figures.

[By this point, Alleria has found her journal. She's about to glance down at the pages, but then she notices the predicament Alleyne finds herself in, and oh that doesn't sound good.

Frowning, she comes up behind the other elf, cradling the book in her arms.]

We're locked in, aren't we.

If I can't bust it down, then yeah, safe to ay we are. You're welcome to try, but the way it's resisting, it will only lead to injury.

[Trapped, with Alleria, at the castle's behest, for this holiday of all days.

What god did she piss off? Who decided she needed to face her ~true feelings~ like this? She slumps back down and tries to ignore how gaudy and pink everything is.]

Any word from the outside? This can't last forever. What's it expecting us to do, anyways? I...I refuse.

[Alleria spends a moment eying the door contemptuously. Really, castle? Locking them in a room indefinitely? How juvenile!

With a quiet grunt, she pulls her journal away from her chest and scans the pages for a few seconds in silence.]

Ah.

It would appear that others find themselves in the same predicament. It's early yet, so I would assume others will add their voices to the din soon enough. [She makes a face that suggests the other residents are lazy and complain too much.]

While we are here -- have you anything to eat? We can't go to the kitchens, it would seem, and I do not like to wish for food.

What a wonderful way to celebrate, castle. Angering probably everyone? Yeah, this isn't going to end well.

[She grumbles and yawns again, covering her mouth and looking around her shelves and the table. Offering food and being a gracious hostess was the least she could do. She's just hoping the castle doesn't do anything funny and make you ask her to feed you or some such.

After a bit she produces some fruit and jerky, sighing.]

It's not much. I think I have a bit of my leftovers somewhere, but I usually only make a day or two's worth of food at a time. The rest would be in the kitchen.

[Meanwhile, Alleria is looking around for something she could potentially change into. It just wouldn't do to live in her bedclothes for an indefinite amount of time! Though she supposed if it came down to it and she had to wish for food before they were set free, she may as well wish for clothing as well.

But they would cross that bridge when they reached it.

Alleria sighs a little exasperatedly -- not because of Alleyne or the fact that she doesn't stockpile food, but at the whole ridiculous situation in general.]

That will be fine. We will need to preserve our rations, in that case. "Wishing" will be for emergencies.

[How big are you, all she's got is extras of her own outfit. Oh, the nice casual suit Kanaya made her might work. You like green, right? Surely you don't want to sit in a battle bikini. That's the last thing Alleyne needs to see.]

I don't need to eat much unless I'm training, and there's not enough space for me to exercise in here, so don't worry, take as much as you need.

[She tries to change the subject for now. Her acts of self-sacrifice and gallantry that are really just her being stubborn can wait.]

Do you not like wishing? I rarely do it myself nowadays, but I've run across some rather adamant attitudes against it here.

[Alleria is pretty tall ... she's at least 5'8", Quel'dorei are pretty much giants. So any battle bikinis she may or may not wear would be even shorter on her, oh my.

She scoffs a little and shakes her head at Alleyne's altruism, becuse my goodness, you! There's such a thing as being too gracious a host, you know!

But then she wrinkles her nose distastefully at the question about wishing.]

I will not use magic unless it is absolutely necessary. I am a ranger, not a mage.

I'm no mage either, but have nothing against it unless it's being used for improper gain.

[Then yeah, poor 5'3" Alleyne's clothes would be a bit too small and tight on you, and can she really afford that? She can't stare at the floor for a week.

May as well just up and ask.]

What do you think it expects us to do while it keeps us confined?

The use of magic is a slow descent into dependence. It is useful for certain things, to be sure, but the moment you use it for something you do not need, or for something you can do yourself -- you have lost yourself to it.

[She got a lotta opinions about magic. Let her tell you about the Sunwell.]

Hmmm. [A glance around at the decorations in the room.] Perhaps it wishes us to express our feelings for one another. Which is ridiculous, as we've already done that.

Depends on the source of the magic.

[Then she remembers that the main sources in her world are terrible holy milk, sexy holy poses, tentacle staves, and the Swamp Witch so it may be a good idea to concede your point.

Stupid sexy Gainos.]

...Though I think I see your point.

[You are the most stubborn! Geeze. So hard-headed, Alleria. No wonder you can't quite see when she flinches her ears at your next words, trying her best to stay even-voiced, scratching the back of her head.]

Y-yeah. It's really stupid if it thinks it's going to pull any secrets from us now. We're not that easy to crack open, anyways.

[She is very stubborn, it's true! Did she tell you about the time she spent like a year perpetrating a one-woman act of genocide because she was mad? That happened. Alleria is nuts; you sure do know how to pick 'em, Alleyne.

Alleria just arches her brow, shrugging.]

I don't know about that. Perhaps other people have been paired up for such a purpose.

In the meantime, we ought to eat something. And I should probably find something else to wear; this is too thin unless I'm under bedcovers. [Gesturing at her sleepclothes]

[She looks. Oh no, what is that you're wearing? Castle, why?

This isn't happening. By the gods, don't ask her to undress you or dress you. Her gaze holds a minute, quiet, looking slowly towards the wall instead, clearing her throat.]

I...Don't know if I have much that would fit you. You're welcome to look and take whatever. My room is yours for the next however long.

[Haha, Alleyne! She's not feeble, she'll be fine. Oblivious to any of her companion's discomfort, Alleria nods and begins to look around for something to dress herself in. Battle bikinis everywhere........

She finally settles on just wrapping herself in a cloak, that seems acceptable enough. So, she'll step into the other room to change.]

[Don't knock them until you try them. They're comfortable and easy to wear! Even in winter!

Actually, on second thought, don't try it right now.

While you get changed, she'll dig around for some tea, starting her fireplace and getting a pot of water on. She needs caffeine if she's going to deal with this.

There will be a cup for you waiting when you get out, her pulling out a notebook and glossing over it as she makes their drink, whispering to herself.]

It's going to be a long week.

[Eventually, Alleria strolls out, the cape wrapped around her like a poncho. Hope you're okay with bare legs, Alleyne, because there they are. Alleria is pretty leggy.

Idly tossing her hair over her shoulder with a shake of her head, she takes another slow survey of the room before sighing and going for the tea.]

At least we are together. I can't imagine how awkward it would be if we were stuck with someone we didn't know. [BECAUSE THIS ISN'T AWKWARD AT ALL]

[At least you're resourceful. She'll keep the fireplace going so you stay warm, because the alternative is unthinkable. Her eyes stay on her notebook as she gets out a pen and scrawls some stuff down, grumbling more.]

Or with someone wholly incompatible for whatever reason it may be. [Sort of like it already is. Sob. Castle you are getting such a chewing out after this one.]

[Alleria is silent for a moment, sipping at her tea, and then she arches a brow at that comment.]

"Incompatible" -- do you suppose the castle is attempting to play matchmaker?

Wouldn't surprise me if this is what it was all about, given the holiday and all. Since when did it ever listen to what we want?

[It could be a lot worse! You could be stuck with an elf-racist or one of the sleazeballs!

Instead you just get the definition of awkward if awkward wore hardly anything at all.]

If I had it my way, I'd just have gone out all day and avoided this whole celebration.

[Well, that would be fine -- she would just shoot them dead and be done with it. Easy peasy, lemon squeezey!

Alleria snorts, sipping at her tea again.]

I'll go ahead and assume most others feel the same way.

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