Bonjour, stranger. [action]

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[She turned over, trying to get comfortable. Her feet bumped into a leg, and she grumbled. She flung her leg over the other pair, and snuggled closer to the body they were attached to. Her hand landed on a hip, her cheek nuzzled for a comfortable place on a shoulder.


Wait a second...

She was pretty sure she'd gone to bed alone.

She cracked open one eye.

Huh. Definitely hadn't gotten drunk enough to end up in bed with a woman.]

Hmm. Ah, hello?

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[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

[By now Kali had half-expected that Seth and/or Astarte might decide to enter her room and her bed unannounced. This person, though, she'd never seen before. Not even just around the boards. She frowned, thoroughly bewildered by this new presence.]

...Y'all mind explaining who the fuck you are and why the hell you're in my bed?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

[Someone was testy in the mornings. Though really, she could understand. It was a rather odd situation.]

Désolé, I think I can only do half. My name is Wren, and I have no clue why or how I ended up in your bed.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

[Kali groans from the unexpected awakening and hauls herself out of bed.]

Ciara Talbot, shug. So. Y'all one of us?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

One of who?

[She followed suit, getting out of bed. It would be rude to lounge around in someone else's bed when they were out of it.]

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Y'know. Y'all got some secret identity or whatever? Some goddess or shit like that?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

I guess I'm outted. Oui, I'm Hel.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Kali.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Pleasure. But that still doesn't explain how I ended up in your bed. As far as I know, you and I have never met before.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Y'all are new at this, ain't you? Some fucker decided you needed to join the rest of us. Y'all get the email?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Oui, actually I did. I take it that was my welcome package?

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Something like that. Just brings all y'all to the boards. That's usually how we talk. Unless we get taken for some fucked up reason or another.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Taken?

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Unless this is your house, yeah. Taken. Not in the real world anymore or some shit like that.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Well, isn't that interesting.

[Seeing as how there was no point in kicking up a fuss, she focused on what she could effect.]

So are there any clothes to be had?

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

[She points]

In the dresser.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Merci.

[She opens the drawer and is surprised to see clothes not only in her own style, but size. But she's not looking the gift horse in the mouth as she dresses.]

So is there anything else I ought to know?

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Anybody out there know your real name, shug?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

In the real world? Mais non. Even in Nawlin's [She says it that way on purpose.] that wouldn't go over well.

[blackdestroyer.insanejournal.com]

Good. That'll help. See, the normal folks ain't so keen on knowing about the rest of us. Some bad shit went down.