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     “Gosh, how long was I out?” 

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      it is impossible to say what wakes the princess from her slumber. a whisper of wind, perhaps  ;;  a particularly loud snore from her sister across the room  ;;  even an unusual dream. whatever jars her from her slumber, she slowly sits up… only to realize that she is NOT ALONE.

       only a hand hastily clamped over her mouth prevents her from SHRIEKING  —  poor sleeping olga wouldn’t appreciate that, and the guards posted outside the grand duchesses room would like it EVEN LESS. carefully, tatiana creeps to the end of the bed, and gapes at the colorful stranger. in the dim light, she almost seems to glow  ;;  there’s a strange contraption over her fluffy hair, covering the place where her ears ought to be. how did she get into their room? where did she get a pillow? why does she seem FAMILIAR?

       quick as a wink, tatiana hurls one of her own pillows across the room, to collide with the sleeping stranger.  “ wake up! who are you? ”

     There’s a mumble of unrestful slumber at the abrupt socking of a pillow colliding into Fi’s body. A tiny voice piped up, “Mnm...Can’t we keep the pillow fights for after we’ve done the sleeping part of the party?” before she finally started to stir, eyes opening to a dim pastel purple light in the dark and headphones brightening once conscience was regained. 

     And those eyes trained on the woman speaking at her. Past the murmur she made, not much conversation looked too keen on being created, since Fi sat in silence, light flickering every time she blinked, rubbed her eyes. Yawned. Groggy rustling eventually led to a small hop of attention, though. Then a small smile, ah, most likely unseeable within the dark. Perhaps it could be told by the happy shape eyes took?

     “You...those were your dreams, right? I’m pretty sure, at least. Sorry, headspace is always sort of slow after I wake up. Um, I didn’t get your name, sadly, but I’m Fi! Nice to meet you in your waking life. It always makes me happy to see people have pleasant dreams of their own.” Another yawn, and the girl began curling right back up on the floor, head flumping onto her pillow, which had the previously tossed pillow under it, by the way.

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    “I like this place too. Twoson is a great town to visit.” Ness smiles as he lifts up his glass of apple juice, the last part of his complimentary breakfast, and takes a quick sip. “I live in the next town over. I was visiting a friend yesterday and decided to sleep here last night instead of going back home. It’s nice to get a change of pace every now and then. Plus it gives me the chance to meet new people, like you right now.”

    This isn’t the first time he’s chatted with a stranger while lounging around in a hotel, having done it many times back during his adventuring time. Those people, however, were fully dressed and ready to face the day ahead of them, not one lullaby away from being knocked unconscious. With her eyes still closed, he has no idea if she is even hearing anything he said and it slightly worries him. “…Um, are you still awake?”

......She’s not really moving. Is she? Awak-

     “---Hm...? Oh, uhm, of course! I’ve never been more lively in my life!” Yawn. The baggy eyes and glazed stare said otherwise, but lying was never her strong suit. She wore a nice, sleepy smile though, nodding her head slowly at the boy. At least she picked her head up this time. 

     “Yes, finding kind individuals like you is the best part about going place to place like this. There’s a special feeling that goes with meeting new people in an area you haven’t frequented yet. It just makes me happy to know that you can make a friend anywhere!”

     She still seemed exhausted, but her words were certainly genuine. But head tilted when it thought on the layout of the world for a moment. The next town over, hm. Geography was never her strong suit, ironically. Fi tended to simply show up at wherever she was, never focusing on the how or where. Working the rest out later was the game plan nine times out of ten. Sleep on an idea, y’know? “The next town over is...Oneside, right? Or something along those lines. It was a quaint town filled with charming people from what I read. I was thinking about trying to find my way to the place, actually! There was something about it being home to a hero, too! That sounds interesting, don’t you think?”

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  Saima had been out for a walk when they heard the sound of someone playing a ukelele. Pausing to listen for a second, they enjoy the humming in combination of strumming and beats. Makes for a rather nice little casual thing if they were quite honest.

Softly they hum along for a bit as well. “That sounds really nice.”

     “Hm?”

     Oh, had she caught an audience? Music paused while heavy-lidded eyes turned to open at the stranger, a small smile rising at the appraise she’d received. “Thank you~! I’m glad you like it!” Fingers went back to picking at strings, headphones returning to their output of mellowed beats. “Have any requests? I can try and play something for you if you’d like.”

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     The girl is sat on a bench, strumming a ukulele while pairing beats pump from her headphones, matching nicely to the music being played. All while humming to the performed melody. It’s rather pleasant if you ask her.

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     This girl would be super good at DDR, but she’d only be able to do like. 4-6 songs before needing to sleep.

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     Today’s feeling like a headcanon sorta day. I’ve got two of those memes in the askbox with a bunch of questions on both, and some other headcanons I’ve got drafted to write out. So if I can actually Get Myself To Write, today’ll be information-filled for sure.

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OC asks

What is your OC’s favorite color?

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

What is your OC’s first memory?

WWhat’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

What element would your OC be?

What is your OC’s theme song? 

Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

What are your OC’s hobbies?

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

What does your OC smell like? 

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

What is a random fact about your OC? 

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

What kind of childhood did your character have?

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? 

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

What would your character do with a million dollars? 

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? 

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

How does your character react/ accept criticism?

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? 

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