letsplayamurder | SLEEPOVER!

On Monday, people will be receiving a note. Either delivered in person by Cerejeira, slid under their door, or... brought via Winion Mail (thanks buddies), everyone gets the same one.

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Slumber Party Invitation

Tonight, at the Bar

Snacks and Drinks Provided

Let's all just chill and have fun, okay?

🌸

True to the invitation, the new and improved Quark's Bar on the third floor has been transformed into a sleepover space. Of course, the long couches and throw pillows already made it a good space for lounging anyway, there are more pillows and some clearly DIY blankets. Near every spot of open floor has something soft and comfy placed down.

Some drinks and snacks are already set out, naturally, plus the replicator is right there. Quark has been helping out with the catering, of course.

...There's a little more decoration than before, too. Some of the flowers from that hallway have been moved and put in the main bar area, but there's some simple paper flowers and paper star decorations around, too, just to liven the place up a little.

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What if I'll always have time for your musings?

[ She says this while she's still working on the braid. ]

Honestly, I think there are girls who'd kill to have your hair...

Well now you are just flattering me.

[ does he mean the listening or the hair? Both]

I did not intend to grow it out, but I've become a bit fond of it. Even with the extra work tending to it.

...I'm trying to imagine you with short hair, but it's a struggle.

Really? It was short most of my life! I suppose I should feel blessed: baldness runs on my father's side.

Now that is something I don't want to imagine.

[ It feels distinctly cursed. But sure enough, Velvet ties the braid into place. ]

There.

[ Ferdinand reaches back to touch the braid, pulling the heavy length over his shoulder to see better. His eyes sparkle in deight]

Oh... it's lovely!

I'm pleased that you like it.

[ Does she seem a little proud? You're imagining things. ]

You did a wonderful job, my dear. I would offer it in return but I fear it would end up a bird's nest.

Oh, there's no need to. I'm fine with leaving my hair down.

[He turns around so they can talk more properly on the lounge]

It really is quite lovely.

[ She carefully adjusts how she's sitting, making herself more comfortable. ]

Now you're the one flattering me, I'd say.

I am allowed.

[he glances down at her legs]

It never occurred to me that they could come off. I assume it is more comfortable for sleeping?

Yes. And honestly, it's too tiring to wear them all the time.

... does it hurt, wearing them?

It used to, at the start. [ She'll be honest about that. ] These days, it's more like...it gets uncomfortable. It's a bit like wearing armour, but that armour is now also your limb?

[That makes it click instantly, and he nods]

Ah, yes. That makes sense. Then please, take all the time you wish to relax.

[ Velvet will do exactly that, or at least try to.

...Don't mind her quietly reaching to take his hand, if he'll let her. ]

Not planning on staying?

... I will for a time. But I do not want to disturb the room with my restless attempts.

[Trying to sleep with this many people around absolutely will not work and he knows it. He squeezes her hand- it's not her, it's him]

Edited 2025-08-07 12:42 (UTC)

Fair.

[ The number of times she'd volunteer for longer watch hours when the troupe camped out just because of her insomnia... ]

...I have a suggestion. It's not something we have to do tonight, and, uhm, you don't even have to agree, but...