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[Still in a drowsy state, He hung lazily off of his bed, face pasted in a pool of his own drool as he snored the hours away. That's just how things work. You sleep. You wake up. Though sleeping without a companion was not a thing Wheatley did often. And he certainly didn't remember not doing so earlier.

Rolling off the bed, in a clumsy flail of limbs, the first thing he realized was his hands.
His very muscular hands.
Then it was his biceps.

Holding his hands out in front of him, stupefied, he squinted, calling out to the woman who he thought was in the room with him.]

Uhhhh... love?

[Looking around, it had been only then he realized he was somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't his house. He's been kidnapped!

No wait.

Slowly, his eyes trail down to the puddle of drool on the floor. Leaning forward slowly, he was surprised to see his face wasn't the one he woke up with.]

Ahhh???

[Shattering sounds!]

AGHGHHHAHHAHHAHAHHHHHHH????

[Crash.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??!!!

[Screaming at the top of his lungs, someone was bound to hear him in his room.]

( Room 219 )

ooc: loss time

( Dictated for people who care about the wellbeing of the castle and the people in it. )

( Dictated Filter to those living outside of the castle )

( Written filter to Henshaw )

( Action to GLaDOS )

location Hotel!

[Nothing like some music to go with your day.

Go on Paradisa; it will certainly be a sight to see all of the preparations that are being made for the queen, surely. The sights, the smells, the new people... but there was one thing that would probably cut right through your little observation fest. It'd be hard to do whatever you were doing without hearing a distant drone of a particular beat, echoing down the halls.

God forbid you be near it's source.

THIS IS BEING PLAYED EXCEPTIONALLY LOUD.
.

And by exceptionally, it was really loud.
Obnoxiously loud.
Find all the synonyms for "really" and put it before loud and you'd get how loud he was.
The kind worth covering your ears to to keep your ears from bursting.

Cue Wheatley, walking in, a boombox balancing perfectly on his shoulder as he grinned a row of diamond plated teeth.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.
He's singing right along too.

It's best if someone tells him to turn it down.]

( Cut for Visuals )

( Dictation to Hank Henshaw )

( Dictation to Mistress )

( Dictation to GLaDOS )

[ACTION]

[There is a rather tall bloke hiding underneath a table somewhere in the lobby, trying his best to keep out of sight. It would have honestly worked, if he weren't terribly tall and lanky, awkward limbs trying their best to keep from spilling out from under the small table. He is curled up, journal open.

Too bad he doesn't notice the nutcracker sitting on top of the table he was hiding under.]

Sa-say, there wouldn't happen to be anyone immune to this... this... thing, would there?
Anyone? I kind of need help... and by kind of I mean really need help. In fact... I think I'm stuck.

[He's not about to be caught in the crossfires. Feel free to pass him by and smooch him up. Or ask him what he's doing! Or help him out from under the table.]

[KISSING OPEN. Anyone! Feel free to kiss him whether you know him or not. Come on, everyone knows men hiding under tables deserve a little bit of smooching!]

[While some of the residents may be exploring, it'd be hard to miss two familiar faces having a go at the finer things in Ninja life: a good old spar. Wheatley and GLaDOS, were outside, sparring in a clearing of grass not far off of the street (probably not where they were supposed to be). It'd be hard to get a hold on them though, because it's obvious by the amount of concentration that they weren't paying anyone any mind.

And the moron of the two was getting his ass handed to him.

Hard.

He'd be skidding backwards in this moment in time, finding himself completely airborne as he soared into some bushes. Despite being in between the collision to the ground, the foliage did little to soften his fall, being a devilish accomplice to GLaDOS's plate of butt kick. He clambered and jerked around, trying to free himself from the snagging branches which caught on his clothes...

But instead, he flailed about, looking even more ridiculous...]

Oww! Oh! Aghh!! Nnnghh!!!!!!!

[Don't think that was all the fight he had in him though!
Despite being terrible at this, he was a determined one, and didn't know how to preserve his dignity and walk away. He also had a tremendous amount of stamina and a few more tricks up his sleeve...]

I... I'm beginning to think that you're doing this on purpose...

No. I don't think that's even considered a pun.

( Filtered to Hank Henshaw )

( Filtered to Mistress )

[Wheatley sort of lingers on the main staircase of the castle, sitting down on the bottom step and turning the small invitation over and over again in his fingers. He's reading the words, repeatedly, trying to recognize anything about it. Was it a prank? Some joke? Perhaps someone trying to be nice and simply not being informed of his current predicament. Either way, he was feeling just the slightest bit jilted, taking it quite personally.

Flipping open his journal, he hesitates... tapping it with his free hand a few times as he decided what should be said.]

Um, quick question! Little question... nothing too big. Who sent these little things out? These... uh, little invitations. Well... that's uh... that's a sort of mean joke, if-if it is a joke. You know... Why would you- I mean whats the use on sending someone a masquerade invitation...

[A rather depressed sigh comes out of him. It's heavy, and much sadder than the usual upbeat guy that everyone always knew.]

...If they-- if they have no one to dance with...?

[He loved dancing. He really did. He loved it more than most things being himan had to offer. Someone sending this was a real kick in the face.]

[Wheatley is lounging about in GLaDOS's room, doing his best to try to keep ~~the psychotic woman from murdering all of you~~ her relaxed. As time consuming as a job like that is, he finds himself to be incredibly... well, lonely. Especially when your only company can barely keep a conversation with you because of the voices tormenting her mind. His voice sounds absolutely exhausted and out of breath. This guy hasn't slept in days...]

D-do you want to know what's really difficult?
Making friends.
And-and I don't mean those fair weather types you humans keep talking about. Wh-what are they called again? Acquaintances? Right right, that's it.

...I mean... well, actual friends. Don't know how you humans can have so many.

And...

[Give him a moment as he slowly inhales, to try to get a train of thought going. All he could think about was sleep...]

Would any of you know any... uh, suggestions... for helping people... wh-who might hear voices in their heads? Maybe? A friend of mine can't sleep and she's...she's... really, really having a hard time here.

( Filtered to GLaDOS )
( Filtered to Chell )
( Filtered to CC )

sawadeertoday

( Wheatley )

//

[ GLaDOS was restless. Her attempt to sleep had only brought about an odd dream, and she found herself unable to do so again. She tossed, she turned, for a good ten minutes before sitting up and reaching for her journal, opening it to speak. ]

Do any of you have a good method to fall asleep? I'm having trouble.

[ She made no mention to the prior week like most people had in the journal, but it was part of the reason she couldn't sleep. Everything was bothering her too much... ]

WHO-WHO SAID I WAS MARRIED.

IS THIS A JOKE? THIS-THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT?

Uh... so uh...None of that actually happened right? That family thing?... T-that was a joke...? An illusion of some sort? This... this castle is good with it's illusions... b-because if not, I have, a bit of a...

Well, a bit of a problem.

I. AM. NOT. MARRIED. TO HER.

On another note... If I'm dead by tomorrow... she killed me.
Does... does anyone know how humans... uh, unmarry eachother?

[Someone forgot to tell this guy that divorce isn't a thing here...]

( Filtered GLaDOS )

sawadeertoday

[ It's a beautiful day, and what better way to spend it than celebrating GLaDOS and Wheatley's marriage?

Well, there are probably other ways. But regardless, there has been a small celebration set up for their vow renewal ceremony. There's a lot of folding chairs set up everywhere so there's (comfortable?) seating for a good amount of people. There are also some tables hanging around, with a decent spread of food, mostly borrowed from the resort's awesome food supply.

Everything's outside, so there's lots of room! Feel free to mill about. Watch the vows being renewed, eat some food, talk to the happy married couple or even dance (there are some sweet classical and generally calm tunes playing, though, so if anything, there won't be a lot of fist-pumping going on)... go ahead and walk by without a care, too. GLaDOS might appreciate the lack of a crowd. ]

(( ooc: ~~Please don't reply until the sections are set up! Thank you.~~ Everything's set up now! So besides the "Vow Renewal" section, feel free to tag in! ))

Vow Renewal ;
Food ;
Dancing ;
Just coming through ;

[Daytime was when GlaDOS and Wheatley finally came around, rowing to shore and crawling off of the boat that they had left themselves to float in through the night. Drowsily, Wheatley would help his spouse up and out, the two of them looking like a proper trainwreck...

And wheatley having some rather apparent and smeared black lipstick dappled all over his face...

location Shoreline.

( G L a D O S )

( Filtered to Nick )

sawadeertoday

( (Everyone but Wheatley) )

( Wheatley )

☻ anxious

[Wheatley and GLaDOS would be in the kitchen, conversing casually on the first day of their one week truce. That's right everyone, these two psychopaths are actually on a truce. ~~Meaning that they are not going to kill each other or endanger any of the residents of Paradisa.~~

Wheatley and GlaDOS would be digging through one of the cabinets, looking for a pan... this place really needed to be labeled out. This truce wasn't even a forced one. Spirits would be content, and would even hold an air of amusement.]

"Hmmm... let's see- let's see. Gonna need a pan. Those are important, and... and some eggs. You need eggs to make eggs... oh and some of that... that yellow stuff."

"Of course you need eggs to make eggs, moron."

"Not a moron."

[She would bite back "moron"; that word came too easily. After searching through the cabinets, GLaDOS would eventually find some butter in the fridge, taking it out and offering it to Wheatley.]

"H-how about those little round cakes? Those can't be that difficult to make..."

[Shocked friends of GLaDOS and Wheatley, feel free to barge in on this and ask what the heck is going on!]

location kitchen

sawadeertoday

[ For some reason or another, GLaDOS and Wheatley have been missing from the castle. They've had their share of adventures, and right now, they're coming back.

GLaDOS hasn't been doing so hot, really. She had caught a pretty bad cold during their expedition, and the entire time was a slew of total embarrassment and frustration. Well, most of the time. Which is a good 99.9%, if she were to convert it to numbers.

Currently, she was in Wheatley's arms, being carried back out of the forest where they had been lost and towards the castle. GLaDOS was quiet, her fever not exactly making her the most chatty. Despite the amount of sleep she had just gotten, she was still tired, her head throbbing, everything a spinning mess. To alleviate a sudden wave of nausea, she turned her head into his chest, closing her eyes.

She had been out of her element, with an idiot for the last while, and it was getting to her. Although he had been ~~not really~~ useful for a couple of things, namely finding a lake ~~(promptly deciding to bathe in it and infest it with his grime-covered self)~~ and getting them water ~~(degrading her by making her say he wasn't a moron)~~, the whole ordeal was most DEFINITELY not something she ever wanted to go through again. Never. Ever. Again. ]

... I hate being human. [ she groaned out, muffled by Wheatley's shirt. ]

[It's dead at night. The kind of night where everyone should be sleeping.]

( Filtered to Zelman. )

( Filtered to Maya )

☻ anxious

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