[Nothing seems amiss, at first, as Cantarella scours the racks with purpose. Why should it? It may be late at night, but the hot lights in the store are bright as ever, and the items remain here to be borrowed.
Though the place is relatively empty, she catches movement from the corner of her eye. How strange; a figure? But, no! It's just a couple of late-night shopping companions.]
Looking for something a little more comfortable, are we? [By now, she definitely has at least one particularly kittenish nightgown slung over one arm as she continues to pull from the racks. Her dress may be beautiful, but it is not the most cozy.]
Somethin' more stylish! [ ramuda has a bunch of colorful outfits thrown over his arm in what are clearly women's fits, and anjo nala hand in his other, swept along for the ride. ]
[Casually nudges the clock forward a little bit, just pretend Cantarella was more aware of the locked-in situation at the beginning of this log adjusted for timing.]
That's what I came here to find. The more the nights stretch on, the more I desire a comfortable night's rest...
[In this form, though...She thinks about their first meeting.] How are you used to sleeping?
Sleep should be comfortable and free of worries. [Wouldn't it be nice if that could be the case all the time?] It certainly shouldn't be done on the floor of a clothing store.
[So, her words seem to say, let's find something and then find another way out.]
[There's no shame in being a stomach sleeper...but by getting so flustered about it, with her and then Ramuda, Cantarella's only able to wonder what's beneath the next layer, what dense and teasable shyness has soaked into the sponge of that cute cake.]
I doubt I'll get any sleep in here, but at least we can do something before we upend the entire place. [Unnecessary thrashing will only make them drown... While her response to being contained is less viscerally violent, her complacency seems to be covering a slowly simmering discomfort.]
[ someone hold a gun to dw mobile for eating my tag anwyay
Anjo Nala sees that glimmer in Cantarella's eyes. She wonders if she should remain on guard. Her instincts say this is a kindred spirit, but also excuse, that is supposed to be her role (that she's failing, miserably)]
Those fur coats look like they'd make some nice blankets... does it bother you being in here?
[Like she didn't react to their entrapment immediately with angry scratching]
It is being further contained that troubles me...but what's one cell within a larger cage?
[It's not just being locked inside, but the encroaching apprehension that the walls might continue to close. A neighborhood has become a scatter of abandoned buildings has become a single store floor.
A shift of color in her periphery; she turns her head again. Are they sure they aren't alone? But listening yields nothing, anyway.]
[That gives Nala pause, her flippancy fading for just a moment. The anxiety claws at her heart again, remembering the way the labyrinth trapped her in an impossible cell, leaving her no room to even move or bring in her most precious items, save for a pair of beloved snakeskin gloves]
Indeed. Cages are all about us in the end, particularly in this world where we have no escape.
[Her claws lengthen instinctively at that flash of white--then, gone? Annoying]
Hehe, anytime. [ he tilts his head into her hand, clearly enjoying it. ]
So tell me what you like to wear to bed! Unless you like to sleep naked, in which case I can't help you too much...but I'd still wanna cuddle with you ☆.
You flatter me, dearly. But you might have to work harder to get me naked. [She'll give him a little pinch to the cheek for that but resume petting]
I think something warm and fluffy. This...this isn't my usual form for sleeping. Granted, the other one is more instinctive than something I thought about.
Well, it's...my true form, as people put it. Towering over humans, with the loveliest fur you have ever seen. Some described it like a goat? It wasn't on purpose but any time I got sleepy I would find myself retreating to that form.
...a succubus. [Testing that. She's only told one other person, and now she is confessing to two. Her tail peeks out from under her skirt, lashing anxiously]
[If anything, it's the "goat" description that gets more pause than "succubus." One thing is easier to compare to something that really exists in her world, while the other is the stuff of legend, even somewhere where all natural laws have been twisted.
She's thoughtfully silent but says nothing while they have their little exchange. Then, Cantarella pulls a set of flannel separates from the rack and holds them up to Nala's front.] No wonder you're so charming. Is that why you were so comfortable when we first met?
[Considering the things she saw with your last pink...but dw that doesn't exist in this universe]
I suppose it's just the three of us... [Though she does glance in the direction of the changing rooms, which are notably a pain in the ass to open.] If there's a problem with the door, it might be some time before someone thinks to open it.
There's way worse places to be stuck than a clothing store. It'll be like a sleepover! And if someone doesn't come find us by morning, I'll shout loud enough that Everyone will hear!
[ foolproof plan.
ramuda at least, seems to be taking this in stride apart from his initial shock. ]
[She tilts her head into the tips of her fingers, which drum against her temple, pondering. Then she chuckles.] Of that, I have no doubt.
[The idea of staying here may become slightly less welcoming once strange things begin to regularly occur, but there's no sense in wasting energy on panic. Cantarella's approach is equally mellow and merely escape-oriented.]
...A sleepover, hm. It's been quite a while for me. [hag]
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Though the place is relatively empty, she catches movement from the corner of her eye. How strange; a figure? But, no! It's just a couple of late-night shopping companions.]
Looking for something a little more comfortable, are we? [By now, she definitely has at least one particularly kittenish nightgown slung over one arm as she continues to pull from the racks. Her dress may be beautiful, but it is not the most cozy.]
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Oooh, oooh, can we get some pajamas? I admit, I am not used to sleeping in this form.
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That's what I came here to find. The more the nights stretch on, the more I desire a comfortable night's rest...
[In this form, though...She thinks about their first meeting.] How are you used to sleeping?
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[ Her mouth clicks shut. Oops. Spoke too much]
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Sleep should be comfortable and free of worries. [Wouldn't it be nice if that could be the case all the time?] It certainly shouldn't be done on the floor of a clothing store.
[So, her words seem to say, let's find something and then find another way out.]
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[nope nope nope she did not reveal ANYTHING]
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I doubt I'll get any sleep in here, but at least we can do something before we upend the entire place. [Unnecessary thrashing will only make them drown... While her response to being contained is less viscerally violent, her complacency seems to be covering a slowly simmering discomfort.]
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Anjo Nala sees that glimmer in Cantarella's eyes. She wonders if she should remain on guard. Her instincts say this is a kindred spirit, but also excuse, that is supposed to be her role (that she's failing, miserably)]
Those fur coats look like they'd make some nice blankets... does it bother you being in here?
[Like she didn't react to their entrapment immediately with angry scratching]
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[It's not just being locked inside, but the encroaching apprehension that the walls might continue to close. A neighborhood has become a scatter of abandoned buildings has become a single store floor.
A shift of color in her periphery; she turns her head again. Are they sure they aren't alone? But listening yields nothing, anyway.]
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Indeed. Cages are all about us in the end, particularly in this world where we have no escape.
[Her claws lengthen instinctively at that flash of white--then, gone? Annoying]
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[ me copying shay because ramuda's initial reaction was to watch anjo naja with a quietness she didn't know he probably possessed. ]
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Like I said, on my stomach, though I usually like to sleep on s--no! I mean. Normally. Like a normal human!
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Thank you, Ramuda. You are very sweet.
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So tell me what you like to wear to bed! Unless you like to sleep naked, in which case I can't help you too much...but I'd still wanna cuddle with you ☆.
[ shameless, oh so shameless. ]
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I think something warm and fluffy. This...this isn't my usual form for sleeping. Granted, the other one is more instinctive than something I thought about.
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[ please see icon, he literally salutes with a dumb :3 face.
he'll work harder! ]
So cozy vibes are your thing, gotcha. But what do you mean usual form?
[ he's seen the tail at this point and probably had a head empty moment about it, but he hasn't really processed it as much as he should have. ]
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Well, it's...my true form, as people put it. Towering over humans, with the loveliest fur you have ever seen. Some described it like a goat? It wasn't on purpose but any time I got sleepy I would find myself retreating to that form.
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[ hmm, hmm, he hums, melodic. ]
So if you're not human, what are ya?
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[ things he should have been expecting, but he hadn't been. ]
You know, normally I'd think you're lying or a reaaaally dedicated cosplayer, but...
[ he looks at her, catching the movement of her tail, and then breaks out into a bright smile. ]
I believe you! And that's really cool! And really interesting, I've never met a succubus before!
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Oh, we're not as scary as stories make us out to be, most of the time.
[ But also she's the only one left too]
At least, not to sweeties like you.
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[ that makes him happy. ]
I'm happy to be on your good side ☆. [ nuzzling her hand, if she's still petting him. ]
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[ She'll pet for a little longer before they return to their clothing shenanigans]
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She's thoughtfully silent but says nothing while they have their little exchange. Then, Cantarella pulls a set of flannel separates from the rack and holds them up to Nala's front.] No wonder you're so charming. Is that why you were so comfortable when we first met?
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[Oh! She peers at the flannel]
But yes. I can be even more charming if you'd like.
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[She had mentioned being hungry well before arrival, though, unable to find satiety in regular food.]
I'd like you to behave like yourself. Has your appetite finally been satisfied?
help no
You know, I believe it has, somewhat. Of course I get hungry again now and then, but not quite like before.
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[Even if her appetite had taken a hit after too much exposure to the eerie familiarity of the cafeteria... Sooner or later, she'd simply had to eat.]
I prefer to cook for myself, out of necessity sometimes. I could always make you something. What are you accustomed to eating?
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[how are so many people willing to feed her after decades of starving...amazing]
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This late at night? I hope you didn't have any grander plans...
[Pretend my toplevel was slightly more concerned about the locked door situation since the thread got rearranged a little later in the curfew.]
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Hehe, who knows! ☆
But the more the merrier~.
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Considering the things she saw with your last pink...but dw that doesn't exist in this universe]I suppose it's just the three of us... [Though she does glance in the direction of the changing rooms, which are notably a pain in the ass to open.] If there's a problem with the door, it might be some time before someone thinks to open it.
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[ foolproof plan.
ramuda at least, seems to be taking this in stride apart from his initial shock. ]
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[The idea of staying here may become slightly less welcoming once strange things begin to regularly occur, but there's no sense in wasting energy on panic. Cantarella's approach is equally mellow and merely escape-oriented.]
...A sleepover, hm. It's been quite a while for me. [hag]
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[ he'll hold out his hands to her, a very visual indication of "come join us" in their current quest for cute pjs. ]
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I had come to search for sleepwear anyway. I see no harm in completing that task before trying anything else.
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It is important to be comfortable for all of us, no?
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I'll make sure everyone looks their best tonight, hehe.
[ gonna end this thread now so for sanity but know that he was very respectful even if he's still an eager beaver. ]