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[Someone's used all her wishes already.

It was worth it, though, and Obsession is evidence of that.

For the moment, she's resting (or something like it, anyway) in the lobby. Not asleep, but she's curled on one of the couches, just watching anyone that goes past. Now and then, though, she yawns, and when she does it bares several rows of sharp teeth as well as a long, thin tongue that coils around in midair before flicking back into her mouth.

...someone used her wishes interestingly.]

contraltoflute

[Descole is... actually looking relatively cheerful, for once. Or, at least, she's out in the main body of the DR and doesn't look like she wants to die from sheer hatred of humanity in general.

On the other hand, considering that she's in the DR's bar, that's probably because she's drunk. In fact, it's almost certainly because she's drunk, particularly given the array of empty glasses sitting on the bar in front of her. She'd actually welcome someone to drink with, although what she could probably do with is someone to drag her back to her room and make her go to sleep.]

contraltoflute

[Descole is the closest that Monocle's Clive has to an actual friend, and that means that it's fallen to her to get him out of the room for a while. So she's sat on one of the couches in the lobby with his head in her lap, staring off into space. She's letting him doze but anyone's welcome to come talk to her. There's not much else she can do while Clive's sleeping there, anyway.]

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[Descole isn't exactly holding up well since the election results. Given her tendency to mix Monocle up with her own Layton in her head if she's not thinking about it clearly - which she rarely is - and the fact that she knows Monocle knows where her rooms are, she's basically spent most of the week so far wandering around in the rafters, catching naps in odd places. Cupboards, mostly.

She fell out of the rafters earlier today, though, so now she's just wandering the corridors aimlessly, limping a little. If she had her way, she wouldn't run into anyone on her wanderings, given that that's largely the point of her moving around the whole time, but this is the Dressing Room and nobody really gets their way around here.]

contraltoflute

[It's pretty much just Descole's luck that she gets ill at a time when she isn't capable of lying and passing it off as not as bad as it seems. She's tried to sleep it off in her room, but she'd just ended up having nightmares that were more vivid than the usual ones. She's unsettled enough now that she's resorted to emerging to try to doze in the lobby instead; she knows she won't be able to actually sleep out in the open like this, but she figures that that way she might be able to get a little rest without worrying about the nightmares.

Feel free to prod her, though, because between how pale she is ~~even by Descole standards~~ and the shaking, she kind of looks like she could potentially do with a bucket if nothing else.]

contraltoflute

[After her... less-than-pleasant encounter with Don, Descole has retreated to a sofa in the corner of the lobby to smoke her way through the rest of her current pack of cigarettes and reflect on how much she hates everyone and everything right now. Everything is complicated, people are complicated, and she really wishes she could just go to her room and never have to bother with coming out. If only this place would let her.

Feel free to interrupt her moping, though, if you can stand the smoke.]

contraltoflute

[Descole is curled up on a sofa in the lobby at the moment, staring across at the door labelled "Descole (Female)". She'd looked in long enough that she thinks she knows what it is, but... she doesn't particularly want to actually head on through.

With all the other doors around she's rather hoping that if they have to leave, she'll be able to go somewhere other than her own world. She hadn't wanted to try without asking the owner of another door, though, so at the moment she's not certain whether she'd even be able to enter one of the others.]

...ugh.

contraltoflute

[Monocle isn't the only one less than pleased with his lot in the bodyswap plot. Descole, having woken up as Don Paolo of all people, has now resorted to laying on a sofa in the lobby, staring up at the ceiling and smoking her way through a pack of cigarettes.

She's aware that Don Paolo's body doesn't actually crave them (or, at least, it didn't prior to Descole getting into it), but she does, and it's calming, even if she did have to suffer through the choking on them again at first. She needs to be calm right now. She doesn't particularly trust the idea of Don Paolo with her body, if she's honest.]

contraltoflute

[Drinking alone has started to pass from just "depressing" into "unhealthy", so Descole's enforced a ban on herself and the mini-fridge has obliged by removing all of the alcohol. Of course, after making the decision she promptly changed her mind, and now she doesn't have anything to drink despite wanting one.

So she's trying to take her mind off things by cleaning, instead, and she's found a room with just enough minuscule bits of dirt to occupy her. It's kind of pointless, given that the place cleans itself perfectly well without any input, but it's something that she can do without dropping her guard too much, and that makes it top of a very small list of things that can pass as leisure activities for her at this point. Anyone passing by is welcome to interrupt her - talking is probably a healthier pastime than trying to scrub holes in the floor, anyway.]

contraltoflute

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

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So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

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