[OPEN DARKNESS EVENT LOG][DAY/NIGHT 130]

[furrows]

Who: ERRYONE IN ASGARD
What: All of Day 130, day and (early) night!
When: Day 130, day and night
Where: EVERYWHERE
Rating: PG-13, if any worse let me know

[Day: You survived. That was... horrifying. And you don't think you've ever been so happy to see the sun rise the next morning. Things are worse for wear, and you need to get more supplies just in case something else comes.

But wait- halfway through the day, and suddenly the sun is gone? Where did it go, and how is it night so early?

Night: Careful. The terrors of last night are back, and now are even in more of a frenzy than before. More crazed, more dangerous, and wanting to destroy everything they come across. Hope you can keep your eyes open.]

Comments

[deputychief]

...

What am I supposed to do except stand here?

[suddenly, worst thread in "dark" plot ever]

[glistens]

[ THERE WAS DARKNESS UP THERE. They're just... extremely talented when it comes to acting like it doesn't exist or bother them on any level!! ]

That's a rhetorical question right?

[deputychief]

[YEAH. yeah. i mean come on, she just took her clothes off in a boy's candlelit room, they have other things to think about.]

Not entirely, I have to say.

[glistens]

[ oh alkfajaf lmao shit it is candlelit isn't it

Well clearly Rapunzel has priority issues. And - hey, she has clothes on all right. ]

Ah— Ahah. Only... partially then? Heh.

[deputychief]

[candlelit... AND DESERTED...


but anyway. hoo boy.]

Are you asking me to come over there?

[glistens]

[ Only an ironic echo can make this suddenly awkward atmosphere (very slightly) less awkward. ]

Of course; I thought it was implied.

[deputychief]

I prefer enthusiastic consent to implied consent.

[He does, however, come over there, within arm's reach. In that muscle-exposing shirt and sweatpants. CANDLELIT. DESERTED HOUSE. TOTALLY NAKED GIRL okok whatever]

[glistens]

[ SHE'S NOT NAKED

AND WHY WOULD HE SAY CONSENT. There are other words better suited to that task at the mo!



Probably. ] "Preferring" something is very different from "wanting" something, you know.

[deputychief]

[BECAUSE THIS SITUATION IS PLAYING TRICKS ON HIS MIND


or i'm awful]

Yes, you're right. Let's say I "want" it, then.

[Well, he'll sit down on the edge of the bed next to her.]

And now what shall I do? Instruct me.

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[corona]

[ This probably would've been fine if he hadn't said instruct me. But as many of his words tend to do - and often at the cruelty times - these play at some sort of switch in her head.

The kind of switch that make it very hard to speak suddenly.

Seriously what the HELL is that phrasing????? ]

[corona]

[ damn it she will persevere ]

Uh. That depends! On... more preferences. Or - wants. I suppose I should say. Heh. UM- So do you usually like to be cold when you lay in bed or warm...?

[deputychief]

Oh, I suppose if you insisted I choose, warm. But really, I could go both ways.
















[sorry]

[glistens]

[ OH FOR FUCK'S— ]

Which do you want.

[deputychief]

Ah. Warm.

[corona]

Then is... it okay if I...? [ she pats the duvet beneath her "tail" ]

[deputychief]

If you what?

[glistens]

Pull up the blanket? If you really want me to do this I'm going halfway.

[deputychief]

[oh.


]

Okay. Do what you need to.

[glistens]

Why? [ she freezes ] Is -- Do you not want me to? We can use my hair instead.

[ She remembers Draco and Red being creeped out and fascinated in that order by its usefulness as cover. ]

It is your bed...

[deputychief]

[He shakes his head. Momentary stumble!]

Feel free to treat it as your own.

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[corona]

[ As her own. ]

[corona]

All right.

[ Frankly doesn't even remember what she's supposed to be doing. Teaching him... something? It's only when Rapunzel climbs up on her knees and takes stock of the sweater that she remembers her animal game (though for some reason calling it that feels a bit unnerving now) and starts dismantling her nest so as to rebuild it to accomodate - well, him. ]

I'm going to need you to get off too.

[deputychief]

Of course.

[He does so, staring keenly at whatever she's doing now.]

Take your time.

[corona]

[ Okay that's too much; she glares. There's little ire to it but still.

When she's done, she unceremoniously leaps back into place, not so much the cat as the tweaky, recently-eighteen girl making unintentional come hither gestures. ]

Come back. Now we have to make sure it's warm enough.

[deputychief]

[well, the handsome bishie surprisingly-muscular boy will come over, bending over to pick up a fallen pillow, and then, indeed, come hither, over to the bed/nest.]

How are we going to do that?