[open-ish] and they all lived together

[altusimperius]

WHO: Gallows dormitory residents
WHAT: MOVING DAY
WHEN: ...MOVING DAY (and night)
WHERE: group quarters, the former Templar tower
NOTES: Follow your heart and don't feel bound by the prompts. It's fine if your character isn't on the spreadsheet as living here, I'm not your dad

I. Land Rush

The day is defined by its noise and chaos, people coming in and out at all hours to bring their belongings and lay claim to an open bed. There's more than a little confusion, as some bed-owners have no specific belongings to mark their territory as such; there are also those who work the night shift, who are attempting (quite in vain) to get a proper amount of shuteye before they return to the grind.

Things will settle in eventually, but in the meantime, everyone will just have to work it out.

II. First Night In

It's a new space for half the room's occupants. Mice scrabble and squeak in the walls, raising their late winter young. Somebody, perhaps more than one person, snores. There's a dripping coming from somewhere. Just when the majority of the residents have finally drifted off, some asshole gets up for early morning watch duty and knocks a metal tankard off their side table.

There are endless delights to cohabitating, and aren't we all lucky to experience them.

Comments

[loversinverted]

Ever so calmly, the elf strides over to the bed he has now marked for his own, taking a seat there as he shoots Benedict a chilly glance.

"If the scent of perfume and cleanliness bothers you so greatly," he drones, gathering his long white hair back over his shoulder again with a practiced motion, "Then I suppose you may be in for a few difficult nights while you grow accustomed."

There isn't anything wrong with the young man's hygiene, of course - but should he wish to be pointed about this, Diabhall can give a bit back.

[muckspout]

Edgard strides in just in time to see Diabhall move away from Benedict's bed. He puffs his chest out and rushes over. Not again!

"That bed is taken!"

He stops and chokes dramatically at the heavy scent. He gags a little. It's overkill.

"You smell like a nightmare!" He tells Diabhall and it's ironic coming from a man who never bathes.

He shakes it off and turns to Benedict. "Was guarding it! Three different people have tried to take it! But then, got hungry so I--" He looks at the bed. Where did it go?

He rummages around on the bed, around Benedict, messing up the covers. Under a pillow is a little piece of parchment that says "Benedict". He spins around covering his nose to look at Diabhall.

"You moved this!" He accuses, motioning to the sign.

[altusimperius]

Sitting in silence through all of this like the eye of a hurricane, Benedict watches Edgard with a vaguely disapproving, mostly bewildered expression. He hadn't known there was a sign either, and has to shift where he's sitting so Edgard can reach under the cover to find it.

Then he follows Edgard's gaze to Diabhall, abruptly wishing he were anywhere else.