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First Cut - It's the deepest, woah [Action/Voice] Backdated to this morning

[Another day dawns and it's normal enough for the village. People laughing, groaning as they wake, brushing their teeth, taking a shower, or sleeping in. Things that are normal enough for anyone that isn't nocturnal.

What might not be normal is the fact that there is, your bed, hammock, or wherever it is that you sleep, an elf.

A tanned, tattooed sleeping elf, all but cuddled up next to whoever's still in bed with him, or curled around a pillow if they've stepped out for the aforementioned shower. The exhausted thing is out cold, wings tucked up against his spine, fingers of one hand curled as though cupping the face of a lover. Or around the hilt of an absent knife. Care to wake him from his deep slumber? Perhaps with a kiss? Or a fist. Whichever comes first.

Later in the day a voice rich with laughter crackles across the network]

-nd it records voice as well? Marvelous! Ah, the wonders of this world shall never cease. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends, and I was wondering if anyone could point me in the direction of a prime hunting ground. I've recently found my blades and find myself in need of an...exhausting diversion.

(ooc: Breaking time is just fine, and the art linked was drawn by the lovely Plum, Sabriel's mun. Tattoos doodled in by me.)

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I have never heard of Kansas, or Toto, and I am curious about where I am- but that is surpassed by how very curious I am about you. Are you a mage, Anita?

...You might say so. I can do magic, but I don't think of myself as a mage.

But I should tell you that you've been kidnapped. Still more curious about me?

It would not be the first time. [He shrugs.] Though I had hoped the last was, in fact, the last. Ah, well. Not much to be done about it I suppose- unless you are the one that kidnapped me and this is all an elaborate form of foreplay? No?

[He chuckles.]

If there is more to tell, then please. Do.

I didn't kidnap you: the Malnosso did. [She starts going through her drawers, looking for real clothes, because it doesn't look like this is going to be a short interaction.] They run this place; Luceti. It's a small village with some forest and a beach, all surrounded by an invisible, and impenetrable, barrier. No one can get out, but the Malnosso can get in. Sometimes they send droids to kidnap the residents here and take them away to experiment on them; sometimes they take groups of people to fight a war for them. Sometimes they wreak havoc here for no good reason I can think of.

[She drops her assembled outfit on top of the dresser and makes eye contact with Zevran, for emphasis.] But the bottom line is we're all prisoners here. You can think I'm making this up, but I'm not. You'll find out soon enough.

I cannot speak for your strange hobbies of waking up in dangerous beds, but as for your missing belongings and your arrival - that I can answer.

[Grell smiles and motions to the mirror on the wall.]

Have a look, dear, and you'll begin to understand. This place is called Luceti. It isn't anywhere attached to your home, or even your world. You were brought here by our so-called prison guards, the Malnosso, and your clothing is in the shops along the main town square.

[Michael takes the elf's joking actions well, chuckling as he watches him pretend to discover his ears. He's a touch weirded out when he's told he's fine-looking, but takes it in stride. Many people considred elves much more handsome than human beings, so if he was being told he was fine-looking by an elf, he would take the compliment.]

I'm willing to bet you've never fought someone like me before, but I will agree I've got that invigorating edge to my fights!

Elves---well, elves aren't exactly real where I'm from. They're in stories and things... so seeing a real elf is amazing to me.

...is this really racist?

[Willow is sleeping in a little late this morning...there are some days where sleep is just too good to miss, and this is one of them!

She had pleasant dreams last night, though she can't recall specifically what they were about. Lazily blinking her eyes open, she gives a light yaaawn, and stretches her arms...

...and her right hand hits something...that shouldn't be there. It feels an awful lot like hair.]

[Huh? Is she still dreaming...? Groggy, she makes a light fist and, yep, that still feels like hair.

She forces her eyes wide open and looks in shock at...a man. There is a man. In her bed.

She's awake, she's not dreaming, and there is a man in her bed and ohmygod is he naked am I naked what just happened ohmygod...

Said intruder might be awoken by her subsequent shriek as she takes her hand away like she just touched a hot coal and...falls off her side of the bed in her haste to get away.

Well, at least she's not actually naked. Small relief, though. Now she's rolling around on the floor trying to ... untangle herself.]

Somebody was holding me when I woke up. No soft curves, but hard, angular planes. Masculine ones.

Oh, it was not going to be a fun morning. I turned and saw an... elf? His ears were pointed, at least. Heavily tattooed, and wearing new feather pants.

... Well, that was a relief. About the least disturbing of the possible explanations.

Relief quickly gave way to annoyance, and that, in turn, gave way to anger. Some weirdo in a spy trenchcoat examining my lab was irritating. The Invisible Woman showing up in my living room was unfortunate. The invisible little girl popping up under my bed was hideously inconvenient, considering my reaction before discovering her identity had scared the bejeezus out of her.

But dropping a half-naked man into bed with me, that was just too damn much. I didn't have my arms free to extricate myself, so I did the next best thing- I planted a foot on his side and shoved him from the damn bed.

"Will you assholes please show up in somebody else's goddamn house for once?"

... Look, I'm not a morning person, sue me.

Edited 2012-07-15 06:14 (UTC)

[Hmm...Panda knows there's someone grabbing his face, but it's really early. He doesn't particularly feel like getting up. He does open his eyes once; in the darkness of his room, he can see that he's got a pretty blonde woman sleeping with him.

He should probably wake her up, shouldn't he? Except Panda falls asleep instead, one of his paws haphazardly landing on Zevran's back. Oh, and Panda has claws. Enjoy that.]

Goodness, you've just arrived from the sounds of it...and you'd like to go hunting right away? There's a forest all around the village, Zevran-san, but...the animals here are a bit different...

[Luke HAD heard the gunshot, and he comes running from the next room over. What on earth was going on...why was Lupin shooting off that gun.]

Lupin?! Is everything alright?

[Ever the early riser Sabriel slipped out of bed to take her morning shower. It had been three days since Adele had been taken...and the house was just that much quieter. It was a harsh reminder that someday Adele would be gone from Luceti. And if Sabriel is still trapped here when it happens, she will have lost a very dear friend.

With a soft sigh she turns off the water and steps out, wrapping herself in her towel and gathering her things before stepping quickly back to her room. As she drops her sleeping clothes at the end of the bed it takes her a moment to realize that the covers seem a little more...full than they should be. With a confused blink she glances up...and freezes at the man snuggled comfortably in her bed.]

Who are you?!

[It's a small wonder that Gambit managed to roll out of bed in something that could be classified as morning rather than noon, so he, by pure chance, is not in the bed when Zev appears. He is, however, in the shower, which could possibly be even worse.

As he goes padding out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still dripping, he stops and stares blankly at the elf who is now in his bed.

This is what he gets for living on the ground floor. People get in. He seriously needs to move higher up so that this kind of thing stops happening.]

Hey. Wakey-wakey, eggs an' bac-y.

[Yeah, loud sarcasm is going to have to do, because he's keeping his distance. You never know when someone is going to be the wake-up-and-stab-things type.]

[Zevran rolls over at the voice, slowly blinking himself awake to stare at-

A tall, half naked, very handsome man with some of the strangest eyes he's ever seen. He takes a moment to consider the possibility that he's in the Fade. Again. Especially with those eyes.

He could be a desire demon- but there's no strange flickering in his peripheral vision and he's never seen a male Desire demon. But they can shapeshift. Can't they? While he mulls this over he's blatantly admiring the man's figure. Demon's. Whichever. He may as well get something out of this, so why not?]

What say you drop the towel and join me, mm?

...A present from your absent lover.

[It was the first thing that came to mind, at least before he rolled over and blinked at the expanse of pale skin and long dark hair. Oh how lovely this was to wake up to- even if he's no idea how he got here.]

We should make good use of the time he has spent absent, yes?

It is less a desire to hunt and more a desire to occupy myself at least somewhat productively while simultaneously burning off extra energy. If you've an alternative suggestion for managing both at once, why, I would love to hear it.

Wha- I don't-

[Holding the towel tighter around herself she flushes indignantly as the man appraises her with his eyes. Damn, her sword was beside her night stand and her bells hidden under the bed...no way to get to them easily with the man where he is.]

Get out of my bed!

Mmm...wait. What?

[Zev had been snuggling closer into the plush body of whoever he was sleeping with- until it registers that it's covered in fur. Was it that dog again? Really? He knows it is cold but for the love of the Maker-

And then he feels the claws. And rolls out of bed on instinct, grunting when he hits the ground awkwardly and glares up at the...very large animal.]

[This might have been at least slightly funny, were the past few weeks any different. But he hasn't been in the best mood lately anyhow, and getting hit on by some stranger who has broken into his apartment is low on the amusement scale. The red in his eyes starts to glow a little brighter in growing annoyance.

The towel is staying on, by the way. Although he does fold his arms.]

How 'bout you jus' get on outta here 'fore I change my mind about bein' nice about it?

A bed, an honest to Andraste bed, with a mattress that wasn't full of straw or bugs, holes, or soggy in places he'd rather not consider lulled Zevran into a deeper strain of sleep. The fact he felt a tall, warm, and very masculine body settled next to his only made it easier for him to nuzzle his way forward along a shoulder and pretend the last year and a half had been a bad dream. That he was still in Antiva, on a mission or simply enjoying the perks of a job well done courtesy of the Crows.

Of course such sweet dreams would never last- and they cannot when one has a boot put to them and is summarily shoved out of bed. Zevran landed awkwardly, rolling out of habit with a grunt on impact with the floor.

This was not the Roads. This was not Antiva. This wasn't even camp, so where was he?

He settled on the ground, staring up at the tall. Very tall. Ridiculously tall man in front of him.

"...If I had a choice in the matter, I certainly would not have picked this bed for my own. Especially if you make a habit out of kicking anyone that chooses to share your bed out of it come morning."

[Zevran truly wishes he'd wake less often to the sound of screams. Lately they'd been the call of darkspawn sneaking upon camp and not a lovely woman flailing her way out of bed- but the sentiment remains. It hurts his ears from lobe to point and honestly, finding him in your bed isn't a bad thing. Really!

Unless you've cause to have someone kill you. Then, well, it is nothing personal.

He rolls away and covers the ear closest to the yelling, groaning at the sudden ache.]

I hope you speak more sweetly than you scream.

[He does so like looking himself over in a mirror. If only to catalog new scars versus the old and consider where it was he might need to expand his design to hide them. What he doesn't expect is the barest edge of a feather peeking up over his shoulder. Zev blinks, turns halfway, and stares.

Wings.

Why does he have wings?]

...so [He clears his throat, paints his grin on once more, and smirks back at the woman.] Anyone is able to simply purchase my hard earned goods? That does not seem terribly fair.

[That was quite a bit to take in. Zevran nods along with the explanation, a pretty cage, an invisible barrier, it seems the work of mages, and he automatically assumes that with their ability to bring people in and entrap them the Malnosso must have several powerful ones at their disposal. That word, though. 'Droid' sticks out. It makes no sense to him and he waits until she's caught his gaze again before asking.]

Forgive my ignorance but...what is a 'droid'?

I know we are considered to be subservient and less than humans a great deal of the time- but to not even be considered real is a new low for mankind. I'm astonished.

[Spoken in a fairly flat deadpan. Elves, not real? Where and when was this man from?]

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