fh_trips | Osaka, Japan - Sunday Afternoon

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spring break 2021: japan

Osaka, Japan - Sunday Afternoon - Evening

Osaka might not have been a tropical paradise, but temperatures hovered around a tolerable 60 degrees Fahrenheit and the skies were clear. The city was bustling, and would remain so well into the evening; as for Team Fandom, they were guided through the streets of the city to the traditional temple lodgings of Waqoo Shitaderamachi.

Your vacation begins, folks. Enjoy.

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"Has there been a mistake?"

Lucille looked around the room with only one bed. Surely she wasn't going to be expected to share this room with six other people.

"Oh, Aatr's tits!"

Was she expected to share this room with six other people? She was used to small quarters on ships, but she had always had them to herself.

Faye was lugging several bags on either arm and balancing a suitcase on her hip when she came in, eyeing the room suspiciously.

And you know what, she was not going to even face the possibility that she was sharing this room with that many people, because obviously there had been a mistake.

"Where is everyone else going to sleep?" she wondered, dropping her bags in the middle of the floor and going to immediately throw herself on the bed.

Finders, keepers. She had dibs.

"No, no, that's not how it works," Seivarden said, crossing the room.

"You don't get the bed to yourself just because you're the first one to sprawl all over it."

Instinctively she slipped into her most aristocratic accent and expression, because this was not proper at all.

Faye was just going to go ahead and cling to the bed, because she would have to be forcibly dragged from it. "That is exactly how it works."

Because she said so.

"Get off the bed," Seivarden said, in the voice of someone who was used to giving orders and being obeyed.

She had met Faye enough times to know that probably wasn't going to work though.

"Nope." Faye stayed exactly where she was. "Maybe you should go see if there's been a mistake."

That seemed like a good job for Seivarden and her authoritative voice! Go demand to talk to someone's manager, Seivarden!

"Oh, I'll do that."

But not because Faye suggested it. She turned around and ~~flounced headed out through the door.~~

"So whoever's in the bed gets to sleep in it?"

Miguel grinned.

Then shot out webs to catch Faye and pull her out.

Who wanted to be treated to an ear-splitting shriek that was totally disproportionate to what was actually happening here?

Faye flailed around to no avail, making grabby hands at the bed even as she was forcibly removed from it.

Damn it.

Miguel laughed and dove for the bed himself. He'd web himself in if he had to, but right now he was just going to sit there and smirk at Faye.

Because he was totally an adult.

"No fair!" Speaking of adult responses to things. "You're not allowed to use powers!"

Says who, Faye?

Miguel snorted. "Fine. Go ahead and use yours, too."

Miguel, this was how you got punched.

Or at least furiously shrieked at again before Faye looked around for something to throw at him.

There you go, Miguel, a flying tissue box was coming your way. Oh, no. Such deadly force.

Miguel caught it and tossed it back. Hey, he could play catch, too.

The shriek was more unpleasant. Were humans supposed to make that sound?

Stark sighed (he was good at long-suffering sighs) when he stepped inside the room. He'd been a little nervous about the idea of traveling so far from the island. This was not going to help.

"This is...how is this meant to work?"

"I'm not sure what you guys are gonna do," Faye admitted from her spot on the bed, where she was clinging tightly to the mattress lest anyone get any ideas about her moving. "Stark, you've always been nice to me. I'll give you a pillow if you want."

Faye.

A pillow was better than nothing. Maybe Faye's giant pile of bags could be slept on?

"I've slept on worse floors. Much worse floors, and in smaller spaces. I wouldn't mind a pillow."

"But why do you have the bed?"

"Because I got on it first," Faye told him with a shrug, like that was just The Way Things Were.

But she did also toss a pillow his way. It wasn't with, like, great aim, because Faye suspected that if she let go of the bed with both hands, someone might try to move her off of it.

"Of course." He nodded, because that did make sense, and grabbed for the flying pillow.

Maybe Stark would just have to move faster next time. He did only have the one bag, unlike some people who might be slowed down by excess luggage.

"Although with that logic if you get up it may be gone."

Which just meant Faye was now trying to cling to the bed with her legs, too. "Guess I'm not getting up."

What a fun vacation this would be.

"I won't take it." Not today, anyway. Stark would see how he felt after trying out the floor for a night.

"You'll have to get up eventually."

Hannibal looked around, frowned, and sighed. "I imagine the school thinks this is amusing. I'll speak to the front desk; if it isn't an error, I'm paying for my own room."

He nodded to Lucille. "I'll make it a double, if you don't feel it would be improper to share." He wasn't sure how much of her own time's propriety she still adhered to.

"Thank you," Lucille said. "That would be very kind."

It might not be proper in her time, but neither was a lot of other things she did, and it was certainly better than sharing this room.

Hannibal nodded and smiled. "I will be right back."

He left to go talk to the front desk.

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