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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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[throw_the_book]

Carrot was a heavy sleeper when sleep was necessary, but when both body and mind felt well-rested, or when some new priority came to light, he proved a rather light waker, actually. None of that grumbling, foggy smacking of the lips or rubbing of the eyes. He was simply asleep one moment, wide awake the next.

So the first thing he did when he saw Angua lying beside him was stroke her sleek, perfect hair* and smile. Because Carrot felt that the touching of the hair definitely took priority over waking her up.

*The ones on her head. He was pleased to find that the ones elsewhere weren't yet long enough for petting.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua smiled in her sleep and unconsciously moved closer. It was familiar, and safe, and she'd missed it, sleeping alone in the Waynsbury house.

Right, she had been alone, because Carrot was left in charge of the Watch.*

She rolled over to face him, a sleepy if confused smile on her face. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

* A fact which Angua was a little sympathic of, seeing as these were, well, Carrot's people they were investigating. Sort of.

[throw_the_book]

"I live here," Carrot said simply, and though a smile was hardly unusual for the captain, it wasn't the sort of smile others would ever see. Smoothing the hair from her shoulder, he took note of the especially thin strap and then took further interest in where it lead.

It'd been a long time since he'd seen -- or actively had any interest in seeing -- a camisole. Fingering the strap he said, "Did you get a good night's sleep? If not, you really ought to sleep some more. Today might be a bit exhausting for you."

[loaded_wolf]

"You live with the Waynsburys?" Angua teased, her smile becoming a grin. She brought a hand up to his neck, pulling his face close. "I got plenty of sleep." She kissed him, a brief good morning kiss, and snuggled closer. Fine, so Carrot was here all of a sudden, she was used to him doing remarkable things. "Do you think Mister Vimes and the rest are up yet?"

[a_lowly_player]

Will noticed the shifting weight in his bed almost immediately. The familiar weight of a head pressed against his arm pulled him from the inky realms of sleep back into consciousness. He thought, at first, that it was Donald come to surprise him but what he saw was something far more different. It was her, Viola, and Will nearly died for thought that he were hallucinating once more. He licked his lips and reached out to touch her face. She was real, he realized as he tucked a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. "Oh God in Heaven," he said quietly. What was he to do now?

[loaded_wolf]

Angua smiled a little, coming slowly out of sleep. She shifted closer, expecting to find Carrot there as illogical as that was.*

"'Morning," she started to say, but when she opened her eyes she found it wasn't Carrot at all. She didn't panic, as she wasn't prone to, but her expression hardened. "...What is this?"

* It was hard to think logically when you were half asleep.

[a_lowly_player]

Will wasn't quite certain how to explain to Viola how she'd arrived on an island and more importantly in his bed. "Well it is, madame, most commonly known as a hut." His tone of voice implied exactly how quaint he thought that sounded. But there was something distinctly off that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something that nagged at the back of his mind like a voice of conscious telling him that Something wasn't Right.

[loaded_wolf]

Madame?

She sighed in exasperation and sat up, a look of sleepy confusion on her face. If it was a dream it was very realistic. "But-- how did I get here? This isn't where I fell asleep."

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta emphatically did not want to get up, but knew she had to, in an abstract, still waking sort of way, and looked through blurry lashes at the fall of blond hair beside her. She sighed quietly and turned into the slender body to one side of her and tucked her head against nape of neck and curve of shoulder covered by the aforementioned fall of hair, and settled.

But something was off. Something in the smell was off. Not unpleasant. Off. She frowned a little.

"..Mrf?"

[loaded_wolf]

Angua stirred, and slowly registered the sound and the slight body curled up against her.

Only, she had been sleeping alone.

There was a very brief thought at first that it might be Carrot, but only because they slept together so often. It was the breasts pressed against her back that gave it all away.

"Sally," Angua said, blushing to the roots of her hair. "You know I'm involved..."

[headline_maker]

There were legs brushing Sacharissa's own, which was all well and good. She was used to that. There was the faint warmth of someone else's body behind hers, which was also to be expected. Then there was the sound of someone else's voice, which usually wasn't out of the ordinary, but today Sacharissa didn't recognize the voice.

She was only half-awake, though, and she stretched first, arms draping over the side of the bed, before turning sleepily towards the sound of the voice. Opening her eyes slowly, she took in the slightly blurry image of a someone else who was very much neither William nor Maladicta. There was only supposed to be one blonde in this bed, and that blonde was decidedly not meant to be a member of the City Watch. Startled, Sacharissa sat up with a little shriek, pulling the sheet against her even though she was dressed.* "Serg- what -"

* It seemed like the thing to do.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua was startled fully awake by the shriek, and was further startled to find someone in front of her. Not Sally. The Girl With The Notebook, the reporter.

Eyes wide and her usual cool demeanor anything but, Angua sat up as well, staring at Sacharissa. "What are you doing here?"

[deaths_relation]

Susan had been sleeping quite soundly, despite the fact that it was long past the time she usually got out of bed. Perhaps it was the heat, or perhaps it was the soul-destroying boredom, but she had been sleeping a lot lately.

Sleeping so soundly, in fact, that she didnt feel Angua appear in her bed. The pair of them slept, curled up together for quite awhile before Susan felt the knocking in her head. She opened one eye suspiciously, thinking perhaps it was Anya, but she was confronted with an unfamiliar blonde woman wearing something Susan did not consider appropriate sleeping attire.

Yawning, Susan merely called out to Anya.

"Anya, do you see a blonde person in my bed? Other than me?"* The island was strange, even by Susan's wide standards, and Susan wasn't convinced that the blonde person was actually real.

*You can rest assured that if it were a blonde man in her bed, Susan's reaction would have been more immediate and much more violent.

[ooc - anya to tag in next :D]

[oddly_literal]

"Wha..." Anya sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and shaking her head. "Why would there be..." Oh. There was a girl in her bed.

"I didn't know you were a lesbian!," She said excitedly, sliding her legs out from under the sheets, "It's alright, my friend Willow was too." Though she wasn't sure about the sleeping arrangements. "Oh! Maybe you can help me! My friend Xander is gay."

[loaded_wolf]

Angua woke up to some rather excited talking and a body pressed close to her back. She breathed in. It smelled strange, but unfamiliar. The scent was weak. She rubbed at an eye and groaned, wondering who'd come in to talk to Sally and if she'd gotten a head cold on the ride here.

Only, when she opened her eyes and turned, she realized all at once she wasn't sharing a room with Sally. And that she wasn't even in her room at all.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked without pretense, sitting up.

[deaths_relation]

"I was about to ask you the same question. Just what exactly do you think you are doing, half naked, in my bed?" Susan wasn't usually an 'ask questions first' kind of girl, but that blonde person was sitting between her and the long peice of wood she had been using as a substitute poker*, and that aside there was also the vague impression that she might bite.

Susan carefully removed herself from her bed and rummaged around in a drawer. She threw a nondescript long grey tunic onto the bed with a look that suggested should the blonde person not cover herself up there would be Consequences, and sat carefully on the corner of Anya's bed.

"Anya. I assure you. I'm not gay."

* Which Susan had discovered was much like substitute teacher - roughly the same shape as what it replaced but highly ineffective.