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Characters: Hojo, Zack, Cloud, Maya, Phoenix, Miles, Dias, Isaac, Ashe, Yaten
Content: The crew stops in Muspelheim for the night
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Very early Saturday morning(as in one or two AM)
Warning: None yet


Hojo was quite suitably miserable by the time they got back into the domes of Paixao. Sitting upright, especially when shoved into a rather small space, was not at all good for his wounds(he was beginning to think a few ribs had been fractured on top of everything else) and the ride back had brought on his motion sickness very close to full force. On top of all that, it seemed as though all the running around in freezing rain he'd been doing for the past week was finally starting to catch up with him, in the form of what promised to be a very unpleasant cold.

Almost everyone in this motley crew of people was in need of a place to stay the night, so they didn't go too much further than the gates of Muspelheim before they sought out a hotel. Unfortunately, it seemed the only one in the area was the Morem o Lisboa, a decidedly expensive establishment. Hojo hardly noticed where they were at this point, though, scrambling to get out of the buggy as quickly as he could manage once they'd come to a stop. Being cramped for so long while on the verge of either falling apart or vomiting was doing more than bothering him by that point.

...And it was STILL raining. Hojo managed a scowl; he didn't think he'd been properly dry since he arrived in this forsaken city.

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Maya did follow; Dias was heading to the exact place she wanted to be right then, so there was no argument about where she was going.

Forgetting to say goodnight, or say much of anything else, to anyone, by the time she got upstairs and found her room as well, Dias had opened the door and was already inside, likely waiting for her to finally get in as well. Maya picked one of the beds at random-- and certainly hoped her roommate for the evening wasn't wishing to pick that bed, as well-- and fell backards on it.

Even this poor excuse for a bed mattress was comforting.

Strangely enough, Maya hadn't fallen asleep right away.

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Dias, for his part, more or less ignored Maya when she came into the room. He had more pressing matters to deal with; getting out of his soaked - and, thus, quite heavy - clothing, or at least such clothing as could be removed while observing the minimum of decency, was first on the list. He draped his dripping cloak over the back of a chair(wooden, but as it was Not His Chair, it was also Not His Problem), pulled off his gloves, gave Maya one brief, speculative look as he debated as to whether or not she would mind, then decided she was close to falling asleep anyway and tugged off his shirt as well. It wasn't as if sleeping in rain-soaked pants wouldn't be bad enough without a wet shirt to top it all off.

Dias really would have preferred to keep his shirt on, if it had been practical. It wasn't just that stripping down to just his pants while he was rooming with a young girl might look questionable; more than that, he knew his torso wasn't exactly going to win any medals for attractiveness. He was fit enough, but he was also on the thin side, and he had enough old scars that from some angles he looked like he'd taken a roll in a bed of blades. And, of course, there was the one scar which he preferred never to talk about, the one that looked nasty enough that people who saw it almost always asked about...theoretically, you couldn't fault people for natural curiosity(it was only theoretical because Dias damned well could and did fault them for it, quite often), but that didn't make it any less sore a subject.

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Maya rolled over, absentmindedly opening her eyes into a squint for a brief moment-- Oookay, he was changing, roll right back over. She did not want to watch someone whom she didn't know in the least change.

"Jus' don't do anythin' 'll kick ya for," she murmured, slurring in her extremely sleepy state. She rolled the blanket over her head in further attempt to cover her eyes. "'Cuz I will. Don't think that jus' 'cause I'mma girl that I can't do anythin'."

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Dias glanced over at Maya (who now had her back to him, even better) as she spoke, eyes narrowing slightly as he worked out what the rather indistinct words actually were in his head - and then snorting quietly once he'd deciphered them. "Don't think that just because I'm a man that I'm interested in you," he countered, with all the tact of a brick to the head at ten paces.

With that matter settled, at least in Dias' opinion, he stretched out on his own bed, paying his roommate no further mind. He wasn't exactly tired yet; he'd had several shots of adrenaline during the day and never once a decent outlet for it, after all. And since Maya was obviously moments from sleep and not paying attention to him anyway, he pulled a small package out of a satchel on his belt, opened it - fortunately, its wrapping had kept it dry - pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw.

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Maya snorted. Well, at least it was confirmed that he wasn't going to attempt a thing. She got herself in a more comfortable position before sinking her head into her pillow for good.

She couldn't help but shudder, though. No, it wasn't the tempurature, it was actually kind of warm inside. It was something else she couldn't put her finger on... She fell asleep before she could ponder on it further.