[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]

But the fun has only started?

[ Yosano holds it to her chest like a Kid who doesn't want their Mum to take a brand new toy. ]

—Aren't you two living in the same room? He obviously has a soft spot for you, no?

[ Yes. Time to dig up some goss. ]

[ticket218]

[ Well if she's gonna make him walk into the room with her to get it, he will. ]

I told you, we have our own business. It's just an arrangement of convenience.

[morsangel]

Is it convenient staying in the same room, hm?

[ She stepped back. Ready to start dodging. ]

Now now, if you tell me the truth, I'll give you the top hat back. A good trade, isn't it?

[ Was it the truth? Maybe. Maybe not. But he was being awfully cagey about it. Which only urged Yosano on more. ]

[ticket218]

[ What a way to phrase that question?? Surely she can't be implying...

Damn. Can't poker face his way out of a hint of pink on his cheeks. Time to go in for a snatch in an attempt to obscure it. ]

Whatever it is you're thinking, it's wrong!

LMAOOOOO

[morsangel]

[ Oh. He was quite fast! Yosano barely, barely dodged. Hand flying up above her with the tiny top hat with it. ]

Don't tell me... it's unrequited love?

[ She snickered. Sigma was too much fun to tease. ]

( ˶•̀ _•́ ˶)

[ticket218]

There's nothing to be requited! Give it back!

[ Way to show your age, Sigma. But he does have height on her, so he doesn't even need to jump for his next swipe attempt. ]

[morsangel]

[ He grabbed it. Damn her short height. But Yosano wasn't letting go. She started pulling on the hat instead. ]

Are you sure? He is quite handsome, don't you agree?

[ Not. And even as the words came out she wanted to vomit. But, well, how else was she too get any answers. ]

[ticket218]

[ Well now this is an awkward predicament, because he definitely doesn't want to rip the thing while getting it back. So he keeps as strong a grip on it as he can while moving with her. ]

So? You can have a perfectly professional relationship with a handsome man!

[morsangel]

Heh, so you do think he's handsome.

[ Give Yosano an inch and she'll run a mile. ]

That must be so hard for you. Sharing a room with such a man. However do you cope?

[ And then she tugged rather roughly on the hat. ]

[ticket218]

[ Oops, definitely can't hide the pink in his cheeks now. ]

I said it's not like that! He's loud, he's annoying, a sadistic, self-centered smart-aleck who--! [ --nO DON'T! He misjudges his hold on the hat, and the feel of that rough pull spooks him into letting go at the last second and keeping it intact. At the cost of having a hold on it again, haaaah... ]

[morsangel]

[ Yosano's smile grows wider. A blush? Oh, she's corning him now. Poor poor little duckling. ]

You have quite a few opinions—Eek! [ Yosana stumbled back when Sigma let go of the hat. She almost went ass-first onto the ground. But she didn't wear heels all day for nothing. ]

Oh dear, you're watching him quite closely for someone who insists nothing is going on.

[ She waves the hat at him like bait. ]

[ticket218]

Because there's nothing going on! He-- [ Augh, with Dazai, Chuuya, and Dostoevsky floating around this might as well be common knowledge, right? ] --he saved my life so I'm paying him back. That's all.

[ Not a fish, but he sure still needs the hat back. Need a better tactic than just angrily grabbing for it... ]

[morsangel]

...

[ Yosano paused, staring at him dubiously. How would that equal staying in his room...? ]

—Oh my, are you his slave or something?

[ticket218]

[ A pause.

He takes a step back, two steps, enough to where he's re-crossed the threshold of the room.

And closes the door on her to rest his burning forehead against the wood. ]

[morsangel]

[ ...Well. She hadn't expected that. But maybe, in hindsight, she should have. ]

It seems I have misread the situation a little.

[ Yosano yelled to the door that was now Sigma.

She then walked forward. Feeling just a bit guilty for pushing him. ]

You... aren't his sex slave, right? [ She whispered. ]

[ticket218]

No.

[ Half-whispered back, agitation upping his volume a little. ]

[morsangel]

Well, do you like being his slave?

[ Now she was whispering back. Like the two of them were sharing a secret in an incredibly loud room. The little duckling was either kinkier than she thought, or too much of a push-over. ]

[ticket218]

I'm not any kind of slave. It's just easier for us to be in one place, so I'm staying with him. That's it.

[morsangel]

My, are you back tracking now?

[ Yosano smirked at the door. ]

You can trust me, no?

[ticket218]

I'm not! He's...keeping me safe here. For a while. That's easier to do when he knows where I am, right?

[morsangel]

[ Oh dear. The Clown keeping the Little Duckling safe? What has the world come to. Better yet, what sort of venomous lies has he been pouring into his ear. ]

Well. If that does ever fall through... You know where to find me, Little Duckling.

[ And Yosano opened the door. Top hat outstretched to the man. She certainly had her fun. It was very amusing and a little disturbing. ]

[ticket218]

[ He thankfully takes his weight off the door quickly enough after it's opened, blinking in surprise at the offered hat. He looks from it, to her, and back to it before gently accepting. ]

I do. Thank you, Yosano-sensei.

[morsangel]

No worries in the slightest, dear.

[ She smiled. A gloved hand coming up to ruffle his hair.

Internally, Yosano was already thinking out ways to painfully make the clown suffer if he were to make Sigma cry. But it was carefully hidden behind a genuine smile. ]