[OPEN] What do you mean there's no more rooms?!

[morsangel]

Who: ANYONE!
Where: The Inn.
What: New arrivals and old alike trying to find a place to sleep in the now overrun Inn.
Warnings: ???

Based on this statement in State of the Game:

Aldrip is quickly coming to realise that inn rooms cannot possibly continue to accommodate the Chosen.

PROMPTS:

Note: I didn't want to make this Yosano-centric, so make your own starter! Or idk help Yosano move in and get comfy.

🔮 Crashing for the night

Maybe you partied too hard and couldn't find your room? Maybe you just arrived in town and need somewhere to sleep for the night? Maybe you're too scared to be alone? Or you just want to be an overall menace to society... Go knock down someone's door and crash on their floor, bed, couch, wherever it suits you! Move in? Make yourself at home? IDK go wild.

🔮 FBI OPEN UP, I need to use your...

The locks to the rooms are broken, every single one, and you are in desperate need of: advice? an item? clothes? Maybe you've left something in their room or you think they've taken something... Whatever it is, you're flying into someone else's room and cornering them. There is no where for them to run, unless they want to jump out the window?

🔮 I live by the fireplace now?

You couldn't find a room, sadly... and no one wanted to open up their doors to you. Instead, you decide to sleep downstairs with a pitty blanket next to the fire. Does anyone join you? Are they just here for the fun or are they also homeless? Raid the bar. Make a fort. Play stupid games. Tell a spooky story. Go annoy the other sleeping residents.

Comments

[morsangel]

...

[ Yosano walked in on Dazai lounging on his bed. It seemed the Doctor had chosen the wrong door... for many many reasons. ]

Hm. Haven't you made yourself at home. You sure there isn't room for me to watch?

[ Yosano laughed. But honestly, two already? Dazai sure did move fast, but she shouldn't be surprised, because it was... Dazai. ]

[nullificates]

I never thought you'd be a voyeur, thought you were much more hands-on! Ah, however, I can't handle you in this state, so if you'd like me to make room for you, please, await for some healing to happen!

(a page flip, a sigh, because he has been hitting on her for years most likely, has desperation finally prevail????????)

[morsangel]

Oh? Who is to say I'm here for you Dazai? Maybe I just want to see what poor sods you've roped into being your playthings.

[ Ah. ricocheted right off her and into the mud. ]

—And, please, we both know It would be me making room for you. Do book in a time, hm?

[nullificates]

As pleasant and thrilling as this conversation is, I am afraid I have to put it aside for a moment. Consider this a quick ADA meeting, so I'd like for you to close the door, and come closer. We must discuss business!

(such as the state of things in this place.)

[morsangel]

[ Yosano shrugged. Before slamming the door closed with her heel and sitting on the edge of the bed. Firm and uncomfortable, just like she imagined. ]

This is all quite perplexing. No way out, I presume?

[nullificates]

You and I are the only ADA members in this place. Chuuya, Fyodor, Gogol, Sigma, they are here too. I managed an agreement, so please, adhere to it too.

Good luck Dazai LMAO

[morsangel]

Oh?

[ ...Yosano's brain halted. And then rebooted. The Mafia, which, although she immensely disliked, the small gravity user did save her head. However... the decay of angels too? There was just no conceivable way she could be amicable after what they've done. ]

An agreement to stab them in the back later, I suppose?

Re: Good luck Dazai LMAO

[nullificates]

And that would benefit us how? You know my plans don't fail. I need to ask you kindly to trust me.

(he just got dropped from an elevator, please, he isn't any less damaged by them.)

[morsangel]

[ Yosano frowned. Pulling the trust card was mildly infuriating. ]

And how can we be sure they aren't thinking to ruin us during this agreement? As I remember it, I was on the top of their kill list.

[ Setting the Hunting Dogs after her had not been a pleasant experience. ]

[nullificates]

Because I know how Fyodor thinks. Do you think he wants to risk losing my brain, Chuuya's corruption, my ability to stop it, the chance of joining our intellects so he can go back to the Book faster, and the hellhole he will put himself in if he does? He won't. I wouldn't, sensei.

(their biggest asset is always going to be their brain, after all.)

[morsangel]

Hah, fine.

[ Yosano sighed. She couldn't argue with Dazai if he had a plan. And at the end of the day, she trusted him. Even if said plan was annoying as hell. ]

—You don't mind if they get a little roughed up in the process, hm? I do have some grudges to settle after all.

[nullificates]

Please refrain. I haven't been hurt by any after the agreement has been done - at least not consciously or without consent. A whole thing happened that was outside of everyone's control, but other than that.

(too bad, m'aam.)

[morsangel]

I will refrain as much as possible...

[ Yosano paused, thinking. ]

However, as it stands, I am most likely not considered an asset to them in the slightest. I am only alive to guarantee your continued assistance... So, don't die okay?

[ She glanced at the more often then not suicidal man and smiled. ]

[nullificates]

Live nearby, I should suggest, so Chuuya and I can keep an eye on you closer.

(JUST NOT IN THIS ROOM.)

Ah, disagree. You can heal, after all, and this place is not exactly this calm. You have strategic value outside of me, not to worry!

[morsangel]

I don't want to be in earshot of what you two get up to in here...

[ Already Yosano was mournful that it was Dazai of all people stuck in this strange world with her. It wouldn't be too long before he was bedding the whole dorm. And there would be no where to escape him. ]

You'll just have to trust I won't be starting any massacres.

[ Which she couldn't promise wouldn't happen. ]

—Ah. They'll get no healing of mine. If they die, it will be of no consequence to me. [ And she meant that. Being used by another psychopath wasn't in Yosano's cards. ]

[nullificates]

Mostly fighting over the fact I steal his cigarettes, wallet, and I've been slowly moving the room around half a centimeter every two days. Speaking of, want to partake?

(from under the pillow, an injured man retrieves nicotine, as if it was a reward! it is, this whole thing is very complex, let a man indulge. he'll take a stick for himself, leaving it on the nightstand.)

I'll pass it along, however I do not suggest letting Fy die, only because of his intelligence.

(honestly don't let anyone die it will be complicated in the long run please)

[morsangel]

Why not?

[ A Doctor smoking? What has the world come to. But considering Yosano's track record on a night out, and without a Kunikida breathing down her neck, more than a few packs have crossed through Yosano's fingers.

She grabs one from the packet, the lighter in tow. With practiced hands, Yosano lit the cigarette. Taking a deep breath and letting the nicotine take away all her stress. She fell back onto the bed, a cloud of smoke exhaled above her. ]

—I'll be taking bribes and favours for that to happen, Dazai.

[nullificates]

What a couple of corrupted narcs, we are.

(bribing, sleeping with the enemy, and smoking stolen goods - all while at home, they have police authority. he doesn't care, however, neither does she, he supposes. an arm opens, as to invite her into a hug.

he needed his people.)

[morsangel]

[ Yosano laughed and scooted into Dazai's arms. Head falling on his chest as she drew in another puff. She was stiff, because Yosano rarely touched anyone, but it was comforting.

Truthfully, Yosano always wondered why Fukuzawa sensei let them have as much free reign as they did. Especially in her and Dazai's case where being lawfully good was at most a foreign concept. Protecting people? Saving lives? Sure, but good people... Yosano wasn't sure.]

Hm. I think we might have chosen the wrong profession, don't you think Officer?

[nullificates]

(oftentimes, this happens as a quick thing, a boozed-out night out of dancing, of escaping time schedules, screaming and deadlines. a glass, two glasses.

apparently, both of them need to feel belonging. his bandaged hand gently sets on the strands on the top of her hair, a gentle caress, a little quiet in his laugh.)

I think we are right where we must be.

[morsangel]

[ Yosano sighed into the touch. Because, despite the guilt she often shoved back into a box, locked and chained away, at the back of her mind, Yosano was thankful she was alive. If only to relish in these small moments of reprieve she usually wouldn't afford herself. ]

—And don't you dare tell anyone about this. It'll ruin my image.

[ She said it every time, but, just in case. She didn't want her small window of vulnerability exposed. ]