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Characters: Bres and Hanuman
Date/Time: May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Likely language and perhaps attempted violence on Hanuman
Summary: Bres and Hanuman must work together to escape..without a potential homicide.

While it had been strangely liberating to remain in Fomorian form for so long, not to mention the time spent with Mab during it, it was a relief to finally be able to change back to his Tuatha form. It gave him a greater sense of peace-of-mind..well more peaceful given Bres' constant fluctuating mindset. Lately his thoughts were on the things said between him and Mab when their traits were removed..it was a lot to consider. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about it the previous night before falling asleep in his study-chair, so his clothes, while casual, were not nightclothes. Wait..if he'd fallen asleep in his study-chair..then how the hell did he wind up in a bed? He opened his eyes and stretched, only to notice the chain attached to his wrist. "What is this?" And then he noticed the chain was attached to another body sleeping in the bed. "Hey, wake up! I need answers!"

"Huh? What? Not the coconuts!"

Jolted awake by the holler and the jerk and clank of a chain, Hanuman sat straight up - from asleep to wide awake in 3.5 seconds with only one moment of lucid dreaming. Hence the coconuts. He blinked owlishly at the strange man beside him for a moment. Then he looked down at his usual nightwear of boxers and a tank top in thoughtful consideration before glancing around the unfamiliar room. His expression seemed rather less upset than one would expect from someone waking up in a strange place with a strange man.

Finally, he turned to Bres and cocked his head, a wry grin appearing on his mouth. "Wow," he announced. "This is a new one for me. I'm sorry, man. I totally didn't get your name."

"At least until we eat. Maybe the staff that brings us the food will slip up and say something that we can use. You never know. They can't all be jerks of the same level that Nigel is, right?"