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Fifth Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

There were times when Dany well and truly hated the island. Today was one of those times. She'd risen late, and gotten dressed and brushed and braided her hair before she'd noticed he was missing. A search through her closet produced nothing, and he wasn't under her bed (or Petra's, as she'd peeked there too.) Drogon had somehow gotten out, and now she was in a blind panic looking for him.

Her search had led her out into the hall, then down into the common room, her silks fluttering as she hurried, and the other two dragons racing after her. She checked everywhere a small dragon might hide, but it wasn't until she heard the scratching in a high-up cabinet in the kitchen that she located him. It took the assistance of a chair, but once she opened the cabinet, she found Drogon, looking at her quizzically and confused.

While she had no idea how the island did this, she also was more willing to blame it rather than the dragon himself. He couldn't open doors, after all. She cuddled him close to her, sighing, and then peered into the cabinet to try and find some of those fruit-flavored hoops she liked.

[open common room is open. yes, she is still standing on a chair. method rp? where? also, SP after about 4:30 EDT]

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Rilla came into the room looking really irritated. "Have you seen Jims' bottle by any chance? I can't imagine what it could be doing in here..."

"It isn't up here," Dany offered, peering into the cupboard and shaking her head. "Poor dear. Can we cobble something together with a cup, do you suppose?"

"I hope so," Rilla said. "He's getting very cranky. Perhaps we can give him applesauce instead?"

"That'll fill his belly, at the very least," Dany offered, climbing down and setting Drogon on the floor. "But he'll need the nutrition from milk eventually, won't he? And he's much too young to use a glass."

"I'm hoping that I'll have found his bottle by then," Rilla admitted. "It has to be somewhere."

"It may be somewhere very odd," Dany admitted. "I just found Drogon here in that cupboard, and he certainly didn't put himself in there."

Rilla laughed. "No, he couldn't have, unless he learned to turn a knob and never mentioned it. Hello, Drogon! Were you having an adventure?"

Drogon looked a bit puzzled, cocking his head and shaking off a bit of brightly-colored dust. He, it seemed, had found the Froot Loops.

"He scared me half to death," Dany replied, half-heartedly glaring at the little dragon.

"I can imagine," Rilla said fervently. "I'd be beside myself if I woke up and Jims wasn't there."

"Imagine three Jims, who can breathe fire," Dany offered ruefully. "Not quite the same, but..."

"Oh," Rilla said, shivering. "I would not do well with three babies."

"I don't know how well I'd do with an actual, human baby," Dany offered gently. "I never did find out. Dragons are probably easier."

"Jims probably wouldn't get locked into a cabinet," Rilla admitted, "but he does try to swallow his entire fist."

"That sounds quite dangerous," Dany said, alarmed. She hadn't quite been prepared with some of the bizarre realities of motherhood, it seemed.

"Oh, he can't succeed," Rilla said. "Your hand can't fit into your mouth like that."

She paused, blushing slightly. "I tried."

She'd been worried too.

It was possibly only the disappearance of a certain game that had managed to spur Chuck out of his own room today. Possibly...

It at least it led to him being here now.

"I'm starting to think I take being tall for granted." The not needing chairs to reach top cupboards was handy.

"I have been blessed with many tall men to assist me in my life," Dany admitted as she climbed down with Drogon. "I shall have to remember to count you among their numbers the next time I require a long arm. Hopefully not for the same reason -- Drogon was hidden in there!"

Drogon, for his part, did not seem concerned with his semi-scolding.

"I... didn't realise they could fly yet?" They had wings, so possibly it was a dumb assumption, but he'd never seen it, so...

"They can't! At least, not that high," she acquiesced. "They can sort of...flutter, but not much more. I've no idea how he got in there." She slanted a look at him. "Are you missing anything? Rilla was missing Jims' bottle."

"Weirdly, yeah. There was this CD, and unless my roommate has gone a little off the straight, narrow, non-theivery path he's been on-" Yeah. Right. "And Bruce doesn't seem the type for that."

"It's gone, anyway." Just to clarify.

"Bruce is your roommate?" Oh, the many things she had to process, now. "I shall have to mention that coincidence to Lucrezia. As for the CD, I'd offer to help you look but I'm not sure I'd know a CD if it bit me. They're those round shiny things, though, right? Like DVDs?"

She barely understood those, too.

"Like DVD's. In fact, it's probably a DVD. Bad, lazy habit." It came, partially, of ten years of time displacement. That was his excuse, anyway.

"... What's so important about Bruce being my roommate?"

"He courted a friend of mine briefly," Dany said, trying to be delicate with the phrasing there. "She speaks highly of him, much like how I speak highly of you." Except Lucrezia's stories were a bit more sordid, and less sugary and adorable. "And I'm fairly certain your disc is not lost to your carelessness, but the island's doing. It seems to be a plague."

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He could believe that, and nodded somewhat resigned. One minute there, next minute gone. Losing it without taking it out of the computer seemed unlikely.

If in doubt, blame the island.

"I think I three-minute-dated your friend..." Because that needed to be shared, and wasn't a slightly odd thing to blurt out at all. "Not recently." In case she was worried. "She seemed nice."

Dany lifted a brow at that, because Lucrezia hadn't mentioned it. "We have a great deal in common," she said with a small smile. "You didn't find her lovely enough to spend more than three minutes? I feel quite special to have been afforded an entire evening." Teasing? Yes indeed.

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"I... guess she wasn't quite you." See how he could be smooth sometimes. Sort of.

"Also I find it best to do what the zombies hitting instruments tell me to," he added, a grin quirking his features. "It's a self-preservation thing."

He tried, anyway.

Smooth enough for her, anyway. Watch Dany try not to actually melt at that statement. There was a lot of blushing, all the same. "An advisable plan, I think. Though they are dead. You do have an advantage, should they choose to attack." And they seemed less fearsome than the Others she'd been told of her entire life, but the Others had the benefit of legend to make them more terrifying.

"I did take a class in it," Chuck offered, shrugging. "Mostly I took from it not to be brave and just run."

"Which works, I guess." Or so Columbus had promised.

"I don't think it'd work on the ones we have at home," Dany offered uncertainly. "But I'm not sure the Others are real, anyway. They live north of the Wall, supposedly."

Don't worry about explaining any of that jargon, Dany.

"You have dragons, you have zombies... Or sort-of zombies." Her world was just sounding less and less welcoming the more she told him of it, wasn't it?

"What's the Wall?" Well, a wall, obviously. But the way she said it it sounded a little more than the regular sort of wall.

"It's the northernmost point of Westeros," she offered, "the country that I'll rule when I regain my throne. We don't...really know what's beyond it, except that there are the Wildlings, who are people who choose to live there. I don't know why. It's dreadfully cold, apparently, and dangerous. Like your North Pole, but without Santa Claus." It wasn't a perfect simile. "And supposedly, the Others live there, and...well, I think they're more a story to frighten small children. Viserys only ever told me about them to scare me, anyway."

"Ellie had a similar tactic with the Boogeyman," Chuck shared. "Which is probably less creepy than ice zombies. I didn't believe her for long. There wasn't that much space for hiding under my bed."

"... Is this country not the one with your people?" Well, Drogo's people, who were now her people. There were certain details he hadn't quite nailed down.

"I've never been to Westeros," she said, shaking her head. "Not since I was a baby. The Dothraki live across the narrow sea, on the continent of Essos. Westeros is my rightful home, though. My father ruled there, before the rebellion." Dany shook her head in disgust, exhaling sharply.

She shook that off, tilting her head. "What is the Boogeyman?"

"He's a sort of imaginary monster, that kids back home are threatened with when they wont eat their vegetables, or clean their rooms." Or put down their Gameboy.

"Now I've said that, he's probably real. Somewhere."

"Oh, fear as a means to enforce rules," Dany said, nodding. "Effective. Your sister is admirable for using whatever means at her disposal to ensure you were properly raised. Did she bring up this Boogeyman whenever she needed you to obey?" Because that was how she'd been raised. Through fear. Listen, or wake the dragon.

"Not every time, just... enough to remember," he answered, hitching a shrug and leaning back against the counter. "She's only a couple of years older, so I figured it out pretty quickly."

"Viserys was nine years older than me," she mused, nodding. "He had longer to keep me confused. Has your sister ever attended here?"

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