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[Backdated to Saturday morning]
[When Vereesa's eyes snap open, she's immediately aware that something is very wrong. She doesn't hear the shuffling of Alleria preparing for her day long before most people would rise from bed.
Instead, there's a man in her bed and it's definitely not her husband.
By now, she ought to be familiar with Paradisa's tricks, but even this is a dirty trick. She swiftly leaps from the bed to distance herself from the still-sleeping form that she does not recognize, and quickly reaches for her open journal, which records her movements and words.
She plans to throw it at him if necessary.]
You. Wake up.
[When Vereesa's eyes snap open, she's immediately aware that something is very wrong. She doesn't hear the shuffling of Alleria preparing for her day long before most people would rise from bed.
Instead, there's a man in her bed and it's definitely not her husband.
By now, she ought to be familiar with Paradisa's tricks, but even this is a dirty trick. She swiftly leaps from the bed to distance herself from the still-sleeping form that she does not recognize, and quickly reaches for her open journal, which records her movements and words.
She plans to throw it at him if necessary.]
You. Wake up.
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[A pause.] Well, I am, but... [Another pause, then a sigh.]
It's complicated.
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Hopefully, we will not be further inconvenienced by Paradisa's whims. I'm certain you'd like to get back to your own chambers.
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[He turns to start heading for the door.]
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[She doesn't mean to kick him out but this is kind of awkward...]
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[Oh, Geary's more than happy to leave, considering he's just woken up in a stranger's bed.
He turns to face the door, but...
...There's no door.]
Uh.
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It-- [She's quickly glancing around the room. There's a window, but that's quite a fall.]
Damn. I should have known it would not be so easy.
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[Geary shifts slightly, considering he had nothing on his feet apart from a pair of socks. It kinda makes him feel awkward, not being in uniform fully.]
So, what do we do? The castle's made us prisoners in here, it seems.
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Neither of us have magic to speak of, either, though I doubt it would do little to help.
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Well, it's locked us up in here for a reason. We're probably not supposed to get out until we do something.
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Whatever it is, so long as I have my own will, I will not be coerced into doing it.
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[A pause, and he throws the next bit in.]
On the honour of my ancestors.
[His gaze then drops to Vereesa] What do you suggest we do?
forgive me for the late 8(
Perhaps we should discuss this after we are both decent, hmm?
[Watch her quickly skidaddle over behind that fancy divider of hers. She'll continue to speak with him regardless.]
You may ask of the castle some proper clothing. I doubt that it would deny us that, at the very least. I will remain here until you are ready.
No worries!
Yeah, I guess you're right...
[He starts to wish up suitable clothing, mostly his uniform...
But all that shows up is jeans and a casual checked shirt. It suits him, sure, but it's not what he asked for.]
Well, I guess it's a causal dresscode, then.
[This was going to be odd. Geary hasn't been out of his uniform in over a year. A hundred if you count the time in stasis.]
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Are you finished?
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Yeah, I am.
[It feels odd, being in civvie clothes...]