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player-suggested mini-event: A STRANGER'S BED

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: Player-Suggested Mini-Event
when: August 26th - August 31st
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

a stranger's bed

As a lead in to September, Riverview's ♥ Month of Romance, this is a completely optional mingle that will cause affected characters to end up in each other's beds. There are various options for both established and new CR. While it's easiest for characters still living in Communal Housing, anyone who has moved to their own homes can be affected and end up finding their way to Communal Housing, or within their own housing.

Residents of the Quarantine may notice that various businesses selling food and drink - cafés, diners, bakeries, restaurants, and other such establishments - are heavily advertising a new flavor that's supposed to be the biggest thing since pumpkin spice. A flavor additive that's said to subtly change the flavor of whatever the diner is eating or drinking to optimize the dish, drink, dessert, or any other food item it is added to for each person's individual taste, it's been selling like wildfire and is the latest trend.

After the cause of the rash of amnesia was revealed to be plant-related, sellers are keeping the origin of the secret ingredient very close to their chests, since it is a derivative of a recently-discovered plant dubbed chameleonis. Depending on the method of ingestion, this additive can have a variety of unexpected side effects, but only once the person who has ingested it becomes sleepy. Methods of ingestion include:

● Ingestion: Beverage: When ingested as a flavor shot to drinks ranging from sodas to coffee to alcoholic beverages, it can cause a desire for closeness to a particular other person. Affected characters end up crawling into bed with that specific other character when they become sleepy.

● Ingestion: Food: When ingested as a flavoring added to a baked good or other meal, it can cause an intense desire for body heat when the character becomes drowsy. It won't matter to an affected character who is providing the body heat, so long as it's someone, and they will end up sleepily crawling into someone else's bed for warmth.

● Inhalation: When inhaled ether from a steaming hot beverage or soup, or as an essential oil or aroma from a bakery, it can cause disorientation when a character becomes sleepy. Affected characters either aren't sure which bed is theirs and simply crawl into the closest one, occupied or not, or become convinced that another character's bed is their own.

Feel free to post up a top-level for your own character either affected and invading a random bed or unaffected but open to having their bed invaded by affected characters, or tag around to other people's top-levels.

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Right. Ed can take a hint, and honestly if the guy's just going to sleep he's not about to complain. His eyebrows raise at the insult, but considering he's in bed with his device nowhere to be found for translation purposes he just gets a bunch of gibberish from that insult. At least he could figure out that it meant to leave him alone, if nothing else.

When Ivar rolls away he just shrugs and shifts to get comfortable again, at this point not even caring if he stayed there. Which left him with another dilemma, of course. How was he supposed to get back to sleep like this?

Once Ivar is left alone, he falls back to sleep again deeply. This time, he doesn't dream, instead falling into that black void that comes with dreamless sleep. His body is exhausted and will take the opportunity presented to rest.

But, even exhausted, Ivar can't stay asleep forever. Eventually, he wakes back up. It's a slow process, his mind made slow from lack of response for days. Stretching out to his full height, he finally notices who he's in bed with. Well, after ending up with an undead vampire and Dodger next to him, this is actually an improvement. Ivar doesn't make any move to leave, reluctant to leave the warmth of the blankets.

When Ivar wakes up Ed makes no move to kick him out. Honestly, he's dealt with stranger things than this so as long as the situation remained peaceful he hardly cared who wound up there. He wasn't exactly sleeping well to begin with, after the nightmare that came with the memories he'd lost earlier in the month so having random people climbing into his bed wasn't really helping on that whole not getting any sleep thing.

On the plus side, if he was awake and not talking in his sleep, maybe he'd be able to understand what the hell the guy was saying now. There was always the option to go through his nightstand for the device if need-be. "Is this becoming a habit around here, or is it just me?" Feel free to ignore the question Ivar, honestly he's expecting that.

Ivar sits up, cracking his neck. Well, at least Ed is taking this in stride. That's a better reaction then Ivar himself would have had if the positions were reversed. No longer mumbling while half-asleep, his words are able to be understood, though still with that peculiar Norwegian accent. "A bad habit, no less."

He looks around for his weapons. Contrary to what most of the residents of Riverview think, he doesn't sleep with all of them. Just a single knife for protection, which he'd placed under the pillows, as usual. The rest of them are sitting neatly on the floor beside his wheelchair.

Ed is used to weird shit, and near-strangers in bed hardly tops the weird shit he's used to. "Between the fire and the amnesia, we really didn't something else this soon." He's not going to kid himself into thing something else wasn't coming, but did it have to be on the heels of those two? He was well past done with this month.

Considering he'd already met Ivar briefly the wheelchair is not a surprise even if realizing it was there suddenly might have made him double take. The weapons? Well, Yuffie lived on Floor Six, too so Ed was used to someone always having their weapons on them. Not that he was one to talk, considering he was basically his own weapon. "If this keeps up I might start sleeping outside."

"Don't you know? Things always come in threes." A shared belief among both the Norse and Christians. Three was a number that had great significance in their religions, so it stood to reason important events would come in the same amount of numbers.

Ivar yawns and stretches out, rubbing his eyes till he feels less like flopping back down and going back to sleep. He has a fuzzy memory of getting a face full of Ed's hair when he had been asleep. He glances at the man's disarrayed locks. That's some long hair, even for someone used as to the long Viking hair trends as Ivar is. "I doubt that would solve the problem. You'd just end up with people sleeping in the dirt with you."

"That so?" Ed wouldn't know anything about that since neither really exist in his world, and he'd yet to hear it in passing previously in these multiverse conversations. "Guess that means after this we can relax, right?" Doubtful, considering he figures something else is bound to come as soon as this gets resolved. It was the nature of these places, apparently.

Everyone gets a face full of hair sleeping with Ed, unless he had the mind to pull his hair up because he knew they were coming, at least. Ivar's lucky he didn't choke on it like Dave, but after so many years Ed's pretty used to it. He gets a disgruntled expression in response to that revelation before Edward sighs, actually smirking softly. "You're probably right." Not that he wanted to think about. "Guess it's not worth the discomfort when we can just share the bed." Which he has zero issue with considering how many times he'd done so with friends before. He wasn't serious, anyway.

Luckily, Ed is used to not sleeping through the night so this little adventure wasn't ruining too much of his sleep schedule, he'll just make it up later. During the day when no one else will be climbing into other's beds.

"For a time." He grins then, humor making his eyes look less intense and angry then they usually tend to be. "Things for Norsemen happen in nines too." So Ivar expected things weren't going to let up for some time, if ever. This place was strange. He'd come to expect the unexpected in it.

"If you're not going to kick me out, I think I'll stay a while longer." He's in a sleepy, lazy mood and at least the company is better than some he's had during this whole experience. Really, Loki pulling a knife on him was the highlight of it all.

Ivar's a tactile person, a result of being unable to touch anything in his early years unless it was right in front of him or he actively sought it out. He reaches out and runs his fingers over the ends of Ed's long hair. "Though something is going to have to be done about this." If he falls back asleep, he doesn't want to end up suffocating, thank you very much.

“Nines sounds more like it.” At least, more like what Ed was used to and also expecting here. Expecting the unexpected was smart of Ivar.

He shrugs at the next part, “Don’t see a reason to kick you out, you’re already here. As long as you’re not going to try to kill me in my sleep or something…” He was probably too used to Weird Shit for his own good, he’d gotten accustomed to just accepting them as they came. The thought of kicking Ivar out of his bed hadn’t even occurred to him, maybe because he figured when the other was ready he would be the hell out of there.

When Ivar touches his hair he blinks, quirking a brow curiously. “My hair..? What about it?” That sounded kind of ominous out of nowhere, he might be watching Ivar like he expects him to try cutting it off.

"Good. You're kinder than some people." Although Ivar has managed to charm just about whoever he's ended up in bed with. Guess he's inherited some of that charisma that his father had. Ivar could try to get along with people and act more harmless then he was when he tried. It's just so often he found it easier to be angry and surly.

"I'd prefer not to end up with it all over the place while I'm trying to sleep. I might choke on it if it ends up in my nose. Know how to do a five strand braid?" He's saying this as he's already separating Ed's hair into five sections. One doesn't grow up in a culture that loves elaborate hairstyles for long hair without picking up a few tricks along the way.

Ed's not sure he'd call it kindness, he was just too used to this sort of thing to consider blaming the other person for the situation they found themselves in. Sure, he could kick Ivar out, but what would that solve? He'd probably just wake up to someone else there instead. At least this way he knew who was there, already. "Some people," He smirked at that, but didn't argue or elaborate.

Before he can even answer Ivar is already splitting his hair up, so Ed simply quirks a brow. "You seem to," Not that he's going to complain. The guy had a point, and he really didn't want a repeat of the choking incident previously. "Is that something you learned at home?"

"Yes. Most Vikings, men and women, have long hair besides me. Best to keep it out of the way when going into battle." There hadn't been a lot to do when he was growing up and could only move either when someone picked him up or as fast as his arms could carry him, so Ivar had picked up a lot of random skills that he could practice along the way. It was one the reasons he was one of the few Vikings who could read runes as well. His mentor Floki had taught him as a small child.

Having divided the hair into five sections, he begins to braid. Taking the farthest right section, he crosses it under and over the other four strands until it becomes the new farthest left strand. Then he picks up the new farthest right strand and continues the pattern. It's slow work at first, for it's been a while since he put these skills to use, but his fingers soon pick up the muscle memory.

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