paradisalost | Twentieth Sip

[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

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Oooh, muffled sarcasm. This can't be good.

Do you need anything?

Yeah, a pair of pants and the ability to make the castle stop being a bastard.

The pants I could probably help you with. Anti-bastardizing the castle....not so much.

Pants would be a welcome edition. They really would.

Shame, no beating the castle, it seems.

Where are you?

Sixth floor.

[and in a bit, there's a redhead wandering down the sixth floor hall. When she comes across Mal on the floor, she's just going to take a stab that this is the girl she was talking to. She holds up a pair of jeans]

For you?

[She stabbed right. Mal grins the sort of grin only a vampire can, reaching out to the jeans]

Thanks, I owe you...

[Those jeans have just vanished in her touch]

You have got to be kidding me, castle.

[brows go up when she sees that]

Did....you try wishing for some?

Oh, I don't wish. It's against my moral code. [She shrugs] Where I come from? Using magic like that ends you in a lot of trouble.

I knowww the feeling. Just kinda seems like everyone around here wishes for everything.

And eventually, they're going to have to pay the price for that. Magic never comes for free.

One of the first rules I ever learned about magic. The hard way.

Isn't that how it usually goes?

Unfortunately.

[moves to sit beside her]

I'm Paige.

[She offers a hand]

Maladict.

So....I take it this isn't how you usually dress?

No, I'm more of a fan of men's attire. This sort of dress gets old fast.

...is this one of those...loss things?

It certainly looks like it.

I'm....still new to all of this. Is there anything we can do?

Afraid not. All you can do is sit it out and wait for it to end.

[a sympathizing face now] I am...so sorry.

[,i>The vampire shrugs] Don't worry about it. It's what this place does.

Is there....anything else I can do for you?

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