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[anunluckypenny]

"Hey, you've reached Penny! ...Well, Penny's voicemail, at least.
Just leave a message and I'll get right back to you!"

[ooc: Open to any and all of your IC networking needs. ♥]

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[Morning's a sunny affair. Somehow nobody considered such trivialities as curtain closing last night - not curtain closing, not collecting clothes from positions scattered across the floor - nobody's even picked up the lamp which must have been knocked from the bedside table at some point. Last night, nobody was thinking of this morning.

This morning, as Chase blinks the sun out of his eyes and adjusts his arms around the girl who's slept tucked against his chest, he finds he can't think of last night. It's not a blur, it's a void. Blacked out space.

He frowns and looks down - and that's when he really starts trying to find some scrap of memory in the dark. Because it's Penny's red hair, not Saya's black fanned out across his arm. And somewhere, somehow, there's got to be an explanation.]

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny reluctantly convinces herself to wake up when her pillow starts moving. It takes a moment for her to realize that the pillow is actually a person. What happened last night? It's coming to her in bits and pieces (a bluebird with a wing-splint made of matches, drinking wine by candlelight, barely making it to the bed), but--

But Chase is in her bed. She'd be pretty okay with that if Chase didn't have a scary girlfriend and if a curse wasn't to blame.

While her brain tries to reconstruct the events that led to this predicament, she notices that Chase is awake and looking at her. Judging by that look alone, he's not entirely clear on what happened, either. Judging by the clothes strewn across the room, they're probably not wearing anything. What's a girl to say in this situation?]

Hey. [Casual alarm, good. She wriggles away from him (a little reluctantly), keeping the sheets pulled up to her chin.]