if you bed it, he will come

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & ANYONE
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Everywhere beds lie
When: June

[ Sascha has Learned His Lesson.

One doesn't simply hop into someone's bed while their sleeping and/or naked, because the results in getting kicked in the face. And yelled at a whole lot. No...what one should do is knock first!

...And then hop into their bed while they're asleep.

Lesson. Totally. Learned.

But really let's face it, this guy is an idiot and he most certainly is going to meander around over the course of the month and find those nice, comfy warm beds of yours, Fleeters. SO TRY NOT TO SMACK HIM TOO HARD, he could become even more dumb if you do.

At least he does this with the best intentions right? ]


[ ooc; THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTED SASCHA IN THEIR BEDS. Or anyone who wants him in their bed now. They can be awake, asleep, asleep not exactly in their room--anything! Tag in and he will be there. ]

Comments

Because yes.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is really not entirely certain why precisely he's got a warm body in his bed at the middle of the night.

Well all right usually he knows why but he doesn't remember inviting anyone over. So he frowns, and pats said body as he mutters the few names he thinks might crawl into bed with him for comfort.] ... Lily? Kitty? ... Nova?

[A pause.] Cole?

huhuhuuuu

[pneumo]

....Sascha♥ [ He offers oh-so-helpfully, perfectly at ease with sneaking into someone else's bed. He even sounds completely relaxed as he keeps himself huddled nice and close. ]

Re: huhuhuuuu

[tallasaking]

... all right. [He pats on Sascha for a few moments, before he mutters tiredly.] So. Ah. Why are you here? Or did I get drunk and forget?

[huaaaaagh]

[If the knocking doesn't wake Kirito up, the attempt at getting in past the (locked) door certainly will, so after a moment it cracks open and a bleary-eyed face peers through to check who it- ....oh.

The door swings fully open, revealing a yawning Kirito in his PJs.]

Sascha, what the heck are you doing here this late?

[pneumo]

[ Oh good, just in time--heeeere's a hug for you, mister. ]

Good moooorniiiing~

[huaaaaagh]

[....

Goddammit, Sascha, it's too early for this. Kirito exhales in a huff and tries to extricate himself, though with less effort than usual since he's still half-asleep.]

Is it morning? What time is it, anyway?

[precedented]

[ Leto doesn't sleep, not really. He doesn't need to. So he's already awake when Sascha slips into his bed. Bemused, he props his head up on his elbow. ]

Wandering again, are we?

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha just looks right back, pleased as punch when he nods. ]

Uh-huh! [ It's nighttime, and therefor the best time to seek out cuddles. ] You're awake really late.

[precedented]

I don't need the sleep.

[ And he dislikes it. Too many bad dreams, too much history and other lives interfering. ]

[helluva_pilot]

[Poe has weird sleep patterns--it's a pilot thing. Put him anywhere and he can catch five minute catnaps and wake up instantly. But him in an actual bed and he tends to sleep like the dead. Still, someone actually climbing in with him is weird enough that he does sort of vaguely surface toward consciousness. Not freaked out, just confused. Well, his brain reminds him fuzzily, Finn had threatened to come sleep with him if the quiet got too much.]

Don't kick a guy, Finn, just--

[waitaminute]

--you're not Finn.

[pneumo]

[ No, no he's not. ]

Nope! [ He'll offer a smile despite the pitch-black room though, huddling up niiiice and close so that he can smush his cheek against Poe's poor back. ]

I'm Sascha♥

[helluva_pilot]

[What the hell is his life even.]

Um. Hi, Sascha.

I'm Poe.

[Now that we've got that covered.]

Are you lost or something?

[sandhate]

[ This warm sleeping body is accessible in the hanger bay, trying to catch a quick nap in the between his insomnia inspired meditations. There are no doors to knock on, but various cargo boxes that temporarily stores majority his junk metal. The rest is around him, splayed in different ways that looks vaguely important. Good luck navigating that mess without awaking him up (which actually isn't hard since he loathes waking up). ]

[pneumo]

[ It's okay, Sascha isn't especially sneaky on a good day. He literally sees Anakin, wonders why he's sleeping out in the open, decides to investigate...and the promptly kicks his foot into a piece of the scrap by accident right off the bat.

It's a new record. ]

[sandhate]

[ He knows he's not in immediate danger but past years of sleeping in the field has given him an alert monitor that's always cranked up to 10. His hand stretch out and gathers the Force around Sascha before he's even fully aware.

Then it's drop promptly. ]

Oh.

It's you.

[pompous_today]

[If Sascha were to climb into Simon's bunk, the doctor most likely would only briefly stir at first before falling back asleep.

And, uh, put his arm around Sascha, because his sleepy mind might be imagining it's River instead.]

[pneumo]

[ Hey, Sascha isn't about to complain! Having someone actually respond like that is a first, and it has Sascha blinking in surprise for just a single moment before he makes a pleased sound and huddles close. He will be your River any day, Simon. ]

[pompous_today]

[And the cuddling close was just enough to send the message to Simon's brain that something wasn't quite right- his sister wasn't here, she'd left months ago, nobody else here had much cause to be crawling into bed with him, and so he slowly opened one eye...

and let out a loud yelp of surprise.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt's just gotten to sleep when he hears the knock, because despite his best efforts he's slowly reverting to a more nocturnal schedule. His completely mature reaction is to mutter obscenities in German and concentrate on falling back asleep.

He's managed well enough that when he feels a cool someone crawling into bed next to him, Kurt's not awake enough to realize that isn't his oldest friend. Mumbling something that probably translates to vague complaining, Kurt shifts over to his side and scoots to make room.]

[pneumo]

[ To be fair Sascha was mostly here to just say hi...but when he reaches over to nudge Kurt awake and gets space offered to him instead his face lights with pleasure and excitement. He's quick to take the offered space and draw up nice and close to Kurt--minding his tail as he climbs onto the bed. He wouldn't want to jostle him awake by accidentally crushing it or anything.

So he lies on his side facing the mutant, arms tucked towards his chest as he listens to those grumbles and grins; he doesn't catch everything, but he knows enough to be amused. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

--fucking cold, Bobby. [Some of the blanket gets shoved haphazardly onto Sascha, Kurt kicking vaguely at the bottom half to make it cover both their legs. His tail also ends up in that general vicinity, winding around one of the other man's thighs. Nothing personal, Sascha, it's a heat-seeking limb].

[beathach]

[it's one of those rare nights where Hank is dead to the world, deep asleep and not even a knock on the door will stir him. Or . . . it'll stir him enough to tug Raven closer and go right back to sleep in an effort to ignore it because the little decent sleep he does get is precious.

That's right, this bed has two people in it. And look, they're both blue!]

[athru]

[ Raven doesn't spend her time in as deep a sleep as Hank does, but she's curled up in his arms and more than happy to settle down and let herself share this; sleep comes to her with some difficulty, even here, and the fact that she's sleeping freely and as blue as her other half says something about how comfortable she is. The knock doesn't quite wake her up, but it does bring her out of her sleep into a light doze, shifting a little as she feels Hank's arms around her.

The mumble comes out quietly, before she can stop it; ] Did we fall out of bed?

[apurrstate]

[Anders is not in his bed, but he's surrounded by a few of them as he's dozing at his desk in the med lab.

Sleep isn't easy for him for several reasons, but that doesn't mean he isn't tired.

However, a chair with his feet on his desk is hardly the most comfortable position, so he's quick to groan and sit up, a hand coming up to rub at his face.

Just in time to miss an interloper.]

[pneumo]

[ But not for long. Sascha may not recognize Anders' scent, but he sure as heck knows a comfy, healthy-smelling individual when he sees one! Which is why, when he moves to rub his eyes? He'll feel arms looping around his shoulders from behind as Sascha latches on with a happy, completely oblivious: ]

Hi~! [ HOW'S IT GOING ANDERS ]