✯ Eighth Session ✯ Action throughout the event (at night only)

[byakkoyagirl]

[During the day, Paprika doesn't have much motivation to be spotted anywhere. She keeps to herself, doesn't so much as glance as the journals, and patiently waits for the sun to set. For when the sun sets that is when all the good boys and girls go to bed. And, she will have to assist them in their endeavor

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[consultmybooks]

[Giles will catch her through her escapades, if only because he enters the apartment about five minutes after Paprika does. Blessedly unaffected, at least for the night. Shared kitchens, man. What are you gonna do?

...but he knows he locked that door...

The presence of an experiment is the only thing stopping Giles for drawing a knife. Even so, he does try to make as little noise as possible as he eases into the living room.]

[byakkoyagirl]

[Locked doors only exist to be opened, alright.

Paprika won't notice Giles just yet, as she sneaks around the house. Now she just needs to get into the rooms of the girls and boys and ease them to sleep with her sand.]

[consultmybooks]

[A truth Giles has made much use of, over the years.

At first he thinks it's Helios or Frederic. The costume doesn't allow for much in the way of recognizability, at least until he catches sight of her hair. Then, astounded:]

Paprika?!

[byakkoyagirl]

Gah!

[She yelps a little, jumping back with a slight spin when Giles creeps up on her.]

Don't do that!

[consultmybooks]

Gah! [He yelps a little, stepping well back. But, being Giles, he recovers quickly enough.] As opposed to whatever the hell it is that you're doing?!

[byakkoyagirl]

[A huff. Okay fine, he got her there.]

Yeah, well--!!

[Quickly taking some sand and tossing it toward his eyes!]

[consultmybooks]

[Quickly ducking although...

...woah. Woozy. Sleepy.]

[byakkoyagirl]

[...Whoops.]

Oh drat, uhh. [Okay focus. Just gotta make sure he doesn't topple and she doesn't have to drag him away.] Okay Giles, time to go to bed. Get to your room!

[consultmybooks]

Paprika, what the hell did you...

[...yawn. Okay. Leaning against the wall. Possibly eying the couch.]

...oh, for god's sake, you're the...

[Yaaaaaawn.]

[byakkoyagirl]

Damn. [She says under her breath. Fairytale characters aren't allowed to say pseudo curses.] Okay, uh, just relax. I'll go get you a pillow or something.

[She'll just start frantically looking around the apartment for something soft. Man this is turning to be a mess.]