[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.

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[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. ]