[By this point, Shoka should probably be used to the communal dens, but it isn't just being packed together with too many strangers into small, drafty rooms that's been difficult for her. Truthfully, she's still not entirely used to sleeping regularly at all and has been—for most of the past couple weeks—only sleeping when her body demands it by completely shutting down on her. Generally, she's slept wherever she's happened to drop, with no specific bed or den in mind.
At the start of the night, she's still restless, pressed uncomfortably into one corner of the den. At the very least, no one else seems to be asleep yet either, so she sees no reason not to complain aloud:]
Sleeping is dumb as hell, to be honest. You pretend to be dead for a few hours, hallucinate half the time, and then you wake up not even feeling well-rested? Seems like a design flaw to me.
[Eventually, however, she does managed to get settled in. It's a cold night, but the company is warm. Maybe she's just delirious from foregoing sleep for as long as she has, but in time she starts to think that she might not completely hate it. It might even be cozy, just a little.
(Yeah, right. She's definitely delirious.)]
Hmph. Y'know, if this were a halfway decent sleepover, we'd at least have some movies and popcorn.
[Leaned casually against the feather bed that is A.B.A, she muses aloud to anyone and everyone within earshot.]
... Well, somebody's gotta keep things interesting around here. Who's up for Truth or Dare? Or just spilling some tea on the rest of the guilds or whatever? At least one of you losers has gotta know something juicy.
Shoka
At the start of the night, she's still restless, pressed uncomfortably into one corner of the den. At the very least, no one else seems to be asleep yet either, so she sees no reason not to complain aloud:]
Sleeping is dumb as hell, to be honest. You pretend to be dead for a few hours, hallucinate half the time, and then you wake up not even feeling well-rested? Seems like a design flaw to me.
[Eventually, however, she does managed to get settled in. It's a cold night, but the company is warm. Maybe she's just delirious from foregoing sleep for as long as she has, but in time she starts to think that she might not completely hate it. It might even be cozy, just a little.
(Yeah, right. She's definitely delirious.)]
Hmph. Y'know, if this were a halfway decent sleepover, we'd at least have some movies and popcorn.
[Leaned casually against the feather bed that is A.B.A, she muses aloud to anyone and everyone within earshot.]
... Well, somebody's gotta keep things interesting around here. Who's up for Truth or Dare? Or just spilling some tea on the rest of the guilds or whatever? At least one of you losers has gotta know something juicy.