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[loaded_wolf]

Angua and Sally had been put in the same bedroom. Angua tried to feel good about that. The woman wasn't to know. Anyway, it was nice to get between clean sheets, even if the room had a slightly musty smell. More must, less vampire, she thought; look on the bright side.

In the darkness, she opened one eye.

Someone had moved silently across the room.

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[pokerplayereyes]

Ned was virtually sure that he'd gone to sleep alone. Rogue was spending more and more time in the hut on the beach, but that night had not been one of them and so, when Ned stirred and sensed someone beside him, he was a little puzzled. In a sleepy sort of way.

"Mrph?"

[loaded_wolf]

Angua registered the muffled sound in a half-asleep sort of way, and when she turned toward it and opened her eyes, she realized there shouldn't be anyone, or anything, so close to her to make such a sound in the first place. Carrot was back in Ankh-Morpork, and Sally's bed was across the room.

"What--?" she blurted out when she saw there was in fact a person next to her, and sat up fast.

[pokerplayereyes]

Ned reached out and touched a thigh muffled by sheet, rolling towards her with a muffled sound and a muffled smile.

And then it registered with him that the accent was not, in fact, Rogue's...

"What?"

[loaded_wolf]

He was touching her and she felt every hair stand on end. She jerked her leg away.

"Who are you?" she asked in a growl, annoyed at her own lack of control. If it was her room, at least, and if things hadn't felt completely wrong she might not be so worked up, but nothing was as it had been when she'd fallen asleep last night. "Where is this?"

[jemaine]

When Jemaine woke up, there was a girl in his bed.

To be fair, at first he thought it might be Bret in a wig. But, first, Bret was not on the island. And, second, she made a very girl-like sound as she shifted a little.

Jemaine was very logical.

He didn't remember going to bed with a girl, and he was pretty sure that he would remember, because the back of her head was quite pretty, and the bed was quite small.

Not really sure what to do, he just sort of stared at her for a bit, rather like some naturalist observing a dangerous animal in the wild.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua stretched, and rolled onto her back, and opened her eyes. What she expected to see was the wooden roof of her room. This...was a different roof. And a different bed. And the man she was sharing it with was not her boyfriend*.

She fought the urge to change into a wolf, which was surprisingly...and disturbingly, easy. "Who are you, and where am I?" she demanded, staring the man down.

She could smell him, but it wasn't familiar, and it was so weak.

* Not even close.

[jemaine]

"You're awfully demanding for someone who climbed into my bed without invitation," Jemaine pointed out. He wondered if she knew about the band. Everyone always thought that a two man novelty band was all about poontang.

[loaded_wolf]

"I didn't climb into anyone's bed!" Angua exclaimed, glaring at the man. She didn't sleepwalk, and if someone had tried to move her she would have felt it. She was a light sleeper.

Without taking her eyes from the man's, she got out of his bed and then looked around. "This can't be the Waynsbury place...did you take me here?"

He would be sorry if he had.

[thecompanyman]

Things that Bennet did not expect when returning from his morning walk were many. People in his bed just happened to be one of them. Some part of him sighed with relief that it wasn't any number of people who might have it out for him. "Lost?" he inquired politely, closing the door firmly behind him.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua awoke to the sound of a man's voice. It wasn't Vimes, or Igor, or anyone who had even the smallest right to be in her room without knocking this early in the morning. She opened her eyes. The man wasn't the only thing unfamiliar, so was the bed and the room. The lights, especially.

Hackles raised, Angua sat up quickly, her eyes staring daggers into the man. *

"What is this?"

* Or, better yet, Detritus' Piecemaker. More deadly, and it would convey her anger to the walls and ceiling as well.

[thecompanyman]

Bennet hardly moved and didn't even put his hands on a weapon. Instead, he simply stood there and stared down at the woman with a rather bemused arch of his brow. "Well, most commonly, it's my bedroom," he informed her wryly. "Which you've somehow managed to find your way into."

His tone was pleasant and polite.

Amiable.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua didn't care for the man's casual tone, in fact it only managed to annoy her further.

"I didn't find my way anywhere. I was sleeping," she said, her voice low and threatening.

She tried to catch a scent, some clue as to where she was because she doubted it was the Waynsbury place, but everything was...dull, weak. Fear grew in the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it away.

"Where have I been taken to?"

[longcon]

It sure as hell wasn't every day that Sawyer went to bed alone and woke up with someone lookin' like Gwyneth Paltron (but probably wasn't).

He'd been happy as a damned clam with his sheet and blanket, all sprawled out on the narrow cot. It was pretty cozy, comfortable enough to drown out Richie Rich's snoring -- not that Richie would ever admit to snoring, though Sawyer was contemplating trying to bogart a boom box from somewhere to record it for posterity.

Anyway, all of a sudden some chick appeared out of thin air, all sleeping on top of his arm, his sheet, and his blanket.

Because Sawyer couldn't figure out which movie character of Gwyneth's the chick was by just looking at her, he didn't call out a name. Instead, he grinned down at her, just waiting for her to wake up. This would be fun -- unless she was that chick from Se7en -- then it would just be damned annoying and there was no way Sawyer would be able to restrain himself from asking her what was in the box.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua had been sleeping alone, so when her sleepy brain registered that there was a person under her it was pleased at first, mistaking the body for Carrot. There was a happy sigh, and a small nuzzle, and then Angua smelled it.

The sea, and sweat, and...herbs, or...well, she couldn't exactly tell, and that was a problem. The other problem was that this was not how Carrot smelled. First and foremost Carrot smelled of soap, and there was very little of that happening here.

With a heavy sense of foreboding, Angua opened her eyes.

He was staring at her, some man she didn't even know, and he looked smug. "Who are you?" she growled, rising in a vaguely wolf-like position without realizing it.

[longcon]

Propping himself up on one elbow, Sawyer was not deterred in the slightest. He still couldn't figure out with Gwyneth Paltrow this was, but it wasn't going to bother him much.

"I'm Papa Bear," he drawled, "and you've been sleepin' in my bed, Goldilocks. I don't mind havin' sleepovers, but next time give a man some notice, won't ya? Least I can make sure I've got porridge on hand then."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua didn't catch the Papa Bear-Goldilocks reference, but his tone was enough. To hell with self-control and modesty, she wanted to wipe the smile right off his face. With her claws.

She tried...and nothing happened. She couldn't change, she couldn't smell properly, and she was in a strange room with an even stranger man.

"Alright, what's going on?" she demanded, getting off the bed, her body tense. "Are you a wizard? Does this have something to do with Koom Valley?"

[inariver]

As a rule, a way of being, Ophelia usually woke before most did, for sleeping brought dreams and dreams brought uneasiness for it was usually best and easiest to do with little amounts of both. As she woke, she did what she always did, thinking that for once she'd slipped back to Denmark, to times as a child (for the liasons she was damned for never ended in sleep), where someone else would being there next to her sleeping as she would, and Ophelia sniffled and sneezed.

Then she opened her eyes, perfectly aware of morning and light and that the other person in that bed looked quite dramatically familiar. In fact, they looked like her, like her mother before her, and that was the most disturbing thing that had happened thus far.

"By God, what madness is this?" she asked, sitting up and gawking slightly. "Has heaven shed everything?'

[loaded_wolf]

Angua's eyes blinked open at the sound of someone's voice. Female, but definitely not Sally.

She didn't look like Sally, either. In fact, she looked...familiar somehow.

"Ah..." Angua's gaze left the girl, and found that she was in a wooden room of some kind, nothing like the room she had fallen asleep in. "What's going on?"

[inariver]

For a brief moment, Ophelia considered prodding the woman, in an effort to conclude if she were a spector or not, a strange apparition of her future self or her mother born again once more.

Instead, she decided against it, a look of wariness and deeply unsettled thoughts settling onto her face. "I know not, but you, pray, who art thou? Give a name."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua's expression contorted into one of confusion. It wasn't just the way the woman was talking, but the entire situation. She sat up, glancing around the room. "What? Angua. Sergeant Angua of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch."

Why couldn't she smell anything?