The hustle and bustle of Paradise.

[b3stepnpc]

Characters: OPEN
When: Any time during Visitors.
Where: All over the Paradise.
Rating: Probably up to R in some cases.
Summary: Mingling

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Stuck On You

[precursor_dax]

Daxter Hadn't been expecting to wake up with an unfamiliar bedmate. Wake up half under a crocadog or small dragon almost certainly, but waking up curled up on someone's chest...not something he saw coming. "Hey! What're you doing in MY bed?!" he asked, not even checking to be sure this was his bed first.

Re: Stuck On You

[darkecohero]

Jak coughed and opened his eyes. He looked down at Daxter with a deadpan expression. How did they end up like this? And why was he yelling so early in the morning.

"It's me Dax..."

[precursor_dax]

"What? Oh...Oh! I knew that," Daxter lied, glancing sideways. "Anyway, when'd ya decide ta camp out on the bed?" Which was now full of bodies, between them and two pets.

[darkecohero]

"I...I don't know. Last thing I remember was getting mad about something." Jak paused for a moment and sighed.

"And I have a crockadog between my legs and something else on my thigh. I don't think I'm moving anytime soon Dax."

[precursor_dax]

"That'd be a dragon...but it too early ta be moving anywhere anyway," Daxter yawned, curling up on Jak's chest the way he had been before. This was simply Daxter-speak for saying he didn't mind Jak in his bed.

[darkecohero]

"Works for me." Jak laid back down and closed his eyes. More sleep didn't sound so bad and it was nice to have his friend there and two creatures keeping his legs warm. This wasn't so bad really.

[precursor_dax]

Daxter closed his eyes, quite happy to have his usual sleeping spot back. He had no idea that he was stuck with Jak in a more literal sense than usual.

[ecopiracy]

The last thing Phoenix remembered was going to sleep at a local inn. He still had not resolved the problem of how to get back to his ship, but he had come to the conclusion that he would not get anything else done that day. He had gone to sleep alone...

...but now as he began to stir, there was something distinctly warm on his chest.

Something that spoke.

Something with a gratingly familiar voice.

Phoenix's eyes snapped open, glaring through his grogginess at the entirely uninvited ottsel in his bed. "I could ask the same of you!" he snapped, making a move to backhand the creature out of his personal space. "I do not recall even allowing you in my room!"

[precursor_dax]

Daxter quickly hopped back to avoid the incoming blow, landing on and almost falling off the edge of the bed. "Your room?!" he deadpanned, finally looking around. "Huh, guess it is...no style here. What'd you do, pick me up to piss off Jak?"

[ecopiracy]

Phoenix snorted at the thought. "I have no need of your assistance should I wish to irritate Jak." His eyes hardened slightly, his lip curling into a sneer. "In fact, in the state the boy is in, I doubt he needs much assistance at all."

Throwing the thin blankets off, Phoenix swung his feet out of the bed. Lacking any smallclothes, he'd slept in his shirt and pants, but he still glared at Daxter for the invasion of privacy. "Now, since you have so kindly invited yourself in, please invite yourself back out."

[precursor_dax]

"Like I'd invite myself into your room," Daxter retorted, scratching an ear with his foot. "Ya know...pestering Jak when he's fresh outta Dark Eco tortures gonna get ya killed."

He then hopped down off the bed, stumbling a bit as a wave of dizziness hit.

[ecopiracy]

Phoenix's voice was filled with deadly promise. "Not if I don't kill him first."

He stood up and was in the process of tucking in his shirt when he noticed Daxter's trouble. It was easy enough to come to a scornful explanation. "Drunk again, are you? I suppose that explains why you're even here at all."

[precursor_dax]

"Like you could."

Daxter had a seat against the side of the bed, willing the dizziness to go the hell away and glaring at Phoenix. "Unlike you featherweights, I can hold my liquor perfectly fine. And, I don't get drunk on duty. It's bad for business."

[ecopiracy]

"Even a Dark Warrior such as he will die with a bullet through his brain." As though to emphasize his point, Phoenix picked up his gun and holster and strapped the belt to his waist. Then, completely unsympathetic, he turned back to Daxter. "That excuse does not hold water as you are hardly on the job." He starts moving toward the door. "Regardless, you are more than welcome to be drunk somewhere else."

[precursor_dax]

"You wouldn't be the first to try to kill him. If the Metal Heads, Dark Makers, and Precursor Robots can't kill him, what makes you think your dinky pistol will?"

Any other retorts he may have had were cut off as he found himself sliding along the floor after Phoenix.

[ecopiracy]

Phoenix gave Daxter a humorless smirk. "Quite simply because I-" He stopped what he was saying abruptly when Daxter slid across the ground. He frowned, eyeing the ottsel suspiciously. "What in Mar's name are you doing?"