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[wwistful]

Have pranks gotten more elaborate since my time at school or are students becoming more and more disrespectful.
I don't know who switched all of my clothes around or what your intention was, but changing the size of them is incredibly simple. Men's clothes? Really? If there's a joke there I'm missing the humor of it.

That said, if my clothes aren't returned by the end of the day I will make each and every one of you regret it.

Especially this ma

[Filtered to staff]
It's not often I ask for help with such a strange situation
but
There's a strange man in my room. I've never seen him before and I certainly didn't bring him in here. He's already unarmed but I'm not exactly sure what it is I'm meant to do with him now.
Assistance would be greatly appreciated, because if he wakes up I am going to smother him with a cushion.

[OOC: Murdoc is a lady for this event! Replies will come from wwishful.]

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[plushaeusrumpified]

[Well that night had been especially intense. Especially, beautifully intense, to the point he'd conked out right afterwards. That was a first. Usually either of the two would kinda just go back to their rooms, but not that night. That night, for the first time, he'd fallen asleep in Murdoc's bed and slept the whole night through.

And now that he knows what it's like to have a warm body next to him, the absence of it is noticeable, which is why he's finding himself rousing from sleep slowly.]

...Murdoc?

[His voice is still sleepy, and he's patting the part of the bed where Murdoc had been not too long ago, wondering where the hell the man had gone. At the same time, there's a small part of him in the back of his mind chastising himself for actually having fallen asleep in the bed with him.]

[wwishful]

[Yes, it was a fantastic night for all. Murdoc would agree, were he here. Instead, Muirín is here and confused and she's missed all of the good parts of waking up naked with someone you slept with and has had them replaced with horrified feelings of waking up naked with someone you don't recall sleeping with.

She's glad Bro slept through her quietly panicking and retracing her steps and she's glad he slept through her fixing a shirt and a pair of pants to be wearable.

In fact! She'd almost forgotten he was here! Until she hears him speak from elsewhere. Holding a cushion up like a shield, she pokes her head around the corner and tries to ignore the fact that Bro is quite obviously naked. Nope. She can't. She's going to look at the ceiling while talking.]

Who are you? And who is Murdoc?

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Oh shit. Oh. fucking. shit. The second he hears that voice, his stomach drops and his heart starts hammering a hundred miles an hour. They've been caught, and he doesn't fucking know what to even do. No one was supposed to find out about this, for several reasons. Several mutual reasons. And now they've been found out and he doesn't know what's even going to happen now.

For a long moment, he doesn't even move. He just stays right where he's at, staring at the spot where Murdoc had been not too long ago. Honestly, how he'd not woken up before that is anyone's guess. If only he had. Maybe this would've been avoided. If only he hadn't fucking fell asleep in the bed, this would've definitely been avoided. Fuck.

Finally, he slowly sits up, making sure the sheet is covering his lower half, and turns to face her. And then he freezes all over again, because she looks so fucking familiar and yet so completely different that he's just struck with an overwhelming sense of disbelief an confusion. It's the scars, more than anything. But above that, there's just a sense of familiarity, which only makes this that much more confusing. Because... it can't be...]

Murdoc... Uh. Murdoc Donoghue. You've never heard of him?

[Because he can't just... assume, even if she looks like him. As of right now, to save both of them, he has to start his cover story and he can't just fucking assume that this is some kind of weird fucked up thing. He has to keep with the idea that they've been found out and that he needs to save both their asses with some kind of clever cover up story.

He just needs to think of one.]

[wwishful]

[She's just narrowing her eyes at him now. He isn't acting like they slept together, maybe that's a good thing. Only she doesn't understand why he's asking about someone else when this is clearly her room.

...But the clothes. All of the men's clothes? It's a little telling, she thinks, but she doesn't want to admit it in case this is some sort of horrible joke.

That and she's just terribly suspicious of the man. He's naked in her bed she has no reason to trust him.

And then he says her maiden name and it's really starting to head down uncanny valley. She's been an Ampora for well over ten years now, she doesn't know anyone who would refer to her by that.]

No. I haven't. He isn't related to me, if that's what you're thinkin'.

[She lowers her stare from the ceiling and tries to make eye contact, but it's hard.] Why are you askin'?

[plushaeusrumpified]

[When she narrows her eyes at him, it does two things. One, it makes him realize that he's not wearing his shades, and he scrambles to reach over to the bedside table to retrieve them. Naked and shadeless are two things he does not want to be in times like this. The other thing is that he realizes those eyes are familiar. Even from a distance, he can tell that they're so strikingly familiar that it's almost enough to comfort him and make him feel like he doesn't need the shades. But he puts them on anyway, because this situation is far from normal and he needs something comforting.

He doesn't know what to say when she speaks, though. Not at first. Because the voice... the accent, it's him. The voice may be different, but the accent is so familiar. But maybe he's grasping at straws desperately to try and make himself feel better. This... it can't be Murdoc. There's no way.]

I... no, I wasn't thinking that. Uh, sorry. Y'know, I think I'm just... fuck, yeah. I'm still a little drunk from last night. Uh... did we-? You and me...? I can barely even remember last night.

[wwishful]

[She inclines her head a little as she catches sight of the eyes, acknowledging that she's noticed them. However, she's far to frazzled to remark upon them at this moment. Perhaps in every day conversation, but not right now. In fact, she thinks the shades make him look far stranger than his eyes ever could. She's trying not to raise her eyebrows at them.

She gives him a flat look as he stubmles his way through that sentence. She doesn't know, damn it. Shedoesn'tknowShedoesn'tknowShedoesn'tknow. Did he just say he's drunk? Did he just imply they slept together?

That pillow is now flying hard at your face, Bro.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[That's all it takes for Bro to realize this is not Murdoc. The way she looks at him, even after seeing his eyes. It... it's not the same. It's not the same at all, and it just proves that she isn't him. And... it'd hurt, were it not for the fact he's still hoping that the real Murdoc is around somewhere, and that this... person hasn't replaced him.

The pillow takes him by surprise, though. He's far too distracted by everything and still semi half asleep that he can't dodge it in time, and it smacks him upside the head, knocking his shades crooked. He lets out a grunt and moves to straighten them up.]

The hell was that for? Christ. I was just asking! For all the hell I know, we might not've done a damn thing. I was just asking. Last night's such a goddamn blur right now.

[Except... no it isn't. It really, really isn't.]

[wwishful]

I don't know what happened, but I know damn well that we did NOT in any way sleep together. [Pause.] I mean. Apart from the fact that we woke up next to each other. We haven't..done anythin'. Like that.

[She shakes her head. She's getting way off track.] Somethin' is terribly wrong here.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Wow, way to flatter a man. Despite his feelings on everything, he can't help but feel a little... well, indignant. Now he's the one getting off track.]

There's no goddamn need to make it sound like it'd be such a bad thing if it did happen. Because I can promise you, it would blow your mind.

[wwishful]

[Bro, you're attractive. She'll even admit it...to herself. Why do you think it's so fucking hard to look at you? YOU'RE HALF NAKED IN HER BED. You are embarrassing her.

But of course, that comment is enough to get her up in arms again and she twists her mouth into a scowl, grabbing a thankfully light novel off a shelf nearby and hurling it TOWARD but not AT Bro.]

Shut up and get out of my fuckin' bed you BASTARD!

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Alright, so maybe in hindsight he let his pride get the better of him. That book flying towards him makes him realize that, and on instinct he rolls out of the way. Which.

Kind of causes his ass to be all kinds of exposed as he rolls over onto his stomach.]

Has it occurred to you that I was staying in the goddamn bed for a reason? Like the fact I'm not wearing clothes?

[He's quick to cover up that little mistake, but hopefully it'll teach you a fucking lesson; don't throw shit at him if you don't want an eyeful.]

If you'd toss'em here I'd be glad to!

[wwishful]

[Of course, she's staring right at him when that happens. She wanted to see if the book hit!! She didn't want to see. That. Not that it's unpleasant it's actually quite-

Nope.

Not going there.

She's going to turn away so he can't see her turning red and search frantically for his clothes.]

You shouldn't BE there AT ALL!

[She's trying so hard not to shriek as she tosses his underwear, pants and shirt at him for emphasis.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Oh yeah, you know you enjoyed the hell out of that sight, there's no need to deny it. Not that he wants her to, in all seriousness. What he really wants is to know where Murdoc is, because this ass ain't meant for anyone elses sight.]

Don't you think I know that? [His voice is snippy, because he's seriously tired of being blamed for this when he has no idea what the hell is even going on.] I don't really know how I got here. I'm assuming it was alcohol induced, but why it was your bed I ended up in, I dunno. [Except he does, but. Still.]

[He pulls on his clothes one by one and finally he's dressed and out of the bed.] I can fuckin' promise you I didn't get in your bed just to piss you off.

[wwishful]

[There's plenty of reason to deny it, actually. She doesn't want to become attached to this ass when she has no idea how she'll feel about the one back in her own world. She doubts she'll become endeared to it with the way he's acting, though.

She folds her arms over her chest, turning away from Dirk so he can change without having to worry about her judging him (and so she doesn't get more flustered).]

Nothin' seems right today. [There's the slightest bit of sulk in her tone and she hunches a little to emphasis that, leaning against the doorframe so she can inspect the room.]

You do a damn good job of that whether you're in my bed or not.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[The longer that this goes on, the more... familiar this woman is starting to seem. He didn't want to think it possible, he really didn't. The castle's screwed with them so fucking much that for this to happen? It's fucking annoying. But he's starting to be unable to deny that something is up. That maybe Murdoc hasn't simply just... disappeared. That he's.

Here.

Right fucking here. Because their mannerisms and personality are way too damn similar for this to be any kind of coincidence. But he's obviously not going to say anything about it. Not right now. Not without trying to make absolutely positive that she's him.]

Oh yeah, I totally exist just to be a thorn in your side and a pretty ass in your bed. [An eye roll, even if she can't see it.] And you're fuckin' right about that, a whole lot's off. [Like the fact you have boobs when you shouldn't. Maybe. He's still trying to be in denial on that.]