Twentieth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[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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[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I didn't put it on out of choice, believe me. It's a loss.

[She taps her door, hard] And I can't get in.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Oh. [He knows better than to tell her how nice to looks on her, though.] I could always bring you some of my clothes again.

[And he'll ... go over there to try to open the door himself. COME ON, BROCK, YOU CAN DO IT.]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[He's learned! Have a gold star, Samson] I wouldn't say no to that.

[She'll watch to see if you can be MANLY enough to open it]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[STICKERS FOREVER although maybe he will give that gold star back, because he can't seem to open her door either ... umm. He will just lean against the wall casually, like he hadn't just spent like thirty seconds rattling a doorknob like an idiot.]

Yup. Looks like it's a loss, alright. [IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Uh huh, Brock. Everyone totally fell for that cunning cover-up]

Thank you for that. I wouldn't have figured it out on my own.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. [He pushes off the wall, looking over at her.]

So come downstairs with me. I'll get you some pants.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[She'll follow a follow] That has to be pretty high on the list of things you've never had to say back home.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Usually he is offering the opposite thing, yes.] Yeah, well, I never lived in a magic castle before either. There's a first time for everything.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Just think, one day, you just might be prepared for anything.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm supposed to be. Secret agent. [Gestures at himself]

Though we didn't really cover inter-dimensional prisons.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I'm sure your employers will give you some leeway for not being prepared for this sort of thing.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Knowing Hunter, probably not.

At least he's not here to get on my case about it.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal gives a soft chuckle]

Hunter. Now there's a name for a leader.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

I've known him half my life. He's the one who trained me.

[He smirks a little too] I think you'd like him. Probably'd give you a hard time about like, existing, though.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

He sounds like quite a man.

[She gives a wave of her hand] What else is new? I'm used to that much already.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock rolls his eyes a little at the "quite a man" comment, because ... well, that's complicated and weird. Ugh.]

Yeah. I can't say I had anybody questioning my existence yet. I guess humans are pretty normal no matter where you go.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

It wasn't until I came here I had people questioning my existence, but there's only so long a person can pretend I don't have overly large canines.

But yes, humans seem pretty much the same across the board.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

We have vampires where I'm from, though. I don't know, maybe he never saw any. [WHICH IS WEIRD, since Hunter is all up on crazy shit, so ...

Uh-oh, Brock takes mock offense to that!] What, are you saying we're boring?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

If this castle is anything to go by, there are vampires in most worlds.

[A smirk] Boring is such a strong word. I was going for 'mediocre'.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, be thankful we're so mediocre. Our women get to wear pants.

[Speaking of which, they are at his room! How convenient. Brock holds the door open for her.] You're probably gonna wanna come inside, unless you want to change in the hall.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Hah hah. You're a riot.

[Ad because she's so going to count that as an invitation, she wanders inside] No, thanks. I've had enough of people gawping as it is.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

You think they'd be used to cleavage by now. [Since ... 80% of the women here let that shit hang out all day, every day.

He follows her inside, going over to his wardrobe and producing some HUGE CLOTHES oh wait this might not work] ... they might need to be hemmed.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I don't think that's physically possible for most men. [Beat] And probably a select number of women, too.

I can live with that, it's still better than what I have now. [And the second she touched them, off they vanish. Castle says NO]

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[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

Well, that didn't work.

What now? I guess you can hide in here.