Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

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Of course, the smart thing to do when someone woke up well over five feet smaller than they usually were would probably be to just stay put until it all blew over. But that was boring, and Girl was more terrifying than she was adorable when you were so smoll and she was so big, so...yeah. Prompto was getting out of there, even if that meant traipsing around at four inches high in nothing but a tank top and a pair of chocobo-patterned boxers.

Just getting out of the room itself had been quite the feat, one he was incredibly proud of, actually, even if it did depend an awful lot on Girl being such a good Girl and still listening to him when he was wee tiny. And once he was out, he figured his next step was seeing if anyone else got hit by an apparent shrink ray overnight...well, he mostly wanted to see if two particular people were effected, because not only were they his best friends, but he had to imagine their reactions to their being shrunken down or to him being shrunken down if it was just him would be pretty great. So he started what would wind up being way more of an epic quest than he had even anticipated, but by the time that hit him, he was already nearly to the landing of the second floor, so he might as well finish it out and hope one of them, at least, were still big and could just...carry him back up the stairs.

He...had not anticipated having to go back up the stairs.

Prompto decided to make to at least the common room, where he could take a little break and rest before continuing on to Vette and Nina's room, and he was now realizing that there would probably be an issue with him knocking, unless they were able to pick up on, literally, the teeniest, tiniest knocks in the whole wide world, but it just so happened to turn out that he didn't even need to go that far.

"Oh, hey, Vette."

She might notice the tired little voice coming from the doorframe; he offered a halfhearted wave before leaning on it with an exhausted sigh.

This was a bad choice. But, hey! He made it! Yeah!

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Vette... was at least finished with her stomping, anyway. That was good, right?

"Hate this place, hate it!"

Deep breath. Tiniest frustrated scream in the whole wide world.

And then she was turning to look at the small, small boy in the doorway.

"... You too, huh?"

That had to be yelled across the room, yup.

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"Yuuuuup," Prompto answered with his last big gust of a breath to go along with a sigh. "Me, too."

And he didn't really have a whole lot of energy left in him to keep yelling across the room, but, at the same time, he didn't have a whole lot of energy left to go across the room, either, and leaning against the doorframe was surprisingly comfortable right now, and when did these common rooms get so big, anyway, huh?

...right. This morning.

With a groan, Prompto did push himself off the doorframe, though, and, still rummaging deep inside his soul to muster up just a liiiiittle more energy, pushed himself to jog the distance between where he was and where Vette was, and he didn't feel the least bit bad about the fact that he'd mostly just done it so he could then fall over on his back on the floor, arms spread, legs akimbo, breathing a sigh of relief and grinning stupidly up at her as he said, "Bright side is, I think I'm good for a workout for the next, oh, year or so."

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Okay, that did wonders for Vette's mood, right there. She grinned down at him, and then nudged at his ribs with one foot.

"Careful you don't get stepped on down there, huh?"

And now that foot that was nudging him was resting lightly on his abs. Because she could.

"Splat!"

She was terrible.

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"Pfftthh," said Prompto, leaving his tongue out slightly after blowing the raspberry to denote his fully-squished state, since his body really couldn't get anymore loose. And then he giggled a little, and that giggle was followed by a very miserable little moan as a hand went to cover his side. "Oh, gods, it huuurrts."

He may be little, but the stitch in his side from that jog across the room was not, and it didn't help that he couldn't really stop chuckling, either.

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"You," Vette mused, "really need to learn some cool-down and warm-up exercises or something."

She grinned down at him shamelessly.

"Come on, sit up. That might help stretch some of that pain out of there."

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Prompto sat up as she ordered suggested, complaining as he did. "I wasn't expecting it to be so hard to get down here!" he said, hunching his shoulders for a moment before actually sinking down into a little bit of a stretch, then lacing his fingers together and reaching up over his head. A few twists to really sort of work it out, then he dropped his arms with a sigh and rubbing his side. "But I was almost practically here by the time I realized that, so I figured," he shrugged, "eh, might as well. And now I'm just trying not to think about having to get back."

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Vette pictured that for all of... two seconds. And then shook her head.

"Nope, you live here now, second floor is your home," she informed him. "I mean, with a place this big, you could probably fit everyone in the dorms into the one common room and just set up cardboard box condos and we'd all live comfortably until this stupidity wears off. I feel sorry for people up on fourth and... do they even keep people on fifth?" She shook her head a little. She didn't think so, at least. "Though you might have some luck bribing squirrels for tips on getting around. Apparently they accept I.O.U.s and they have all sorts of tricks for their weird voyeurism habit."

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"Your boyfriend's up on the fourth floor," Prompto pointed out, thinking for a quick second that so was his not-yet-girlfriend, and so now he felt just as bad for saying it. "You're probably never going to see him again. It's all only Second Floor World for us now, Princess."

Although, really, since Nina and Vette were on this floor, Prompto could live with this particular twist of fate.

"But, hey!" He, decidedly not getting up for a while, grinned back up at her. "If this last too much longer, at least we probably won't have to go to classes?"

Even if...he actually liked all his classes. Details, details.

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Lana waved from by the refrigerator. "Prompto."

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Prompto's grin as he notched a little peace-sign wave back was far too exhausted to be as crooked as usual, but it was there. "Lana," he nodded, then breathed a faint laugh. "I guess if we're all gonna be tiny, at least we're tiny in good company."

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"I'm amazed you made it down here," Lana said. "How long did it take you?"

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"Oh, man," Prompto groaned, throwing back his head for a moment as he relived the traumatizing journey all over again in his head, "only pretty much, like, forever! But by the time I realized just how far away it was when you're this," gesturing incredulously to himself, "size, I was pretty much already here. And I did not want to climb back up the stairs I'd already gone down, I can tell you that much. SO unless anyone down here is miraculously still their normal height, I think I'm stuck down here. So..." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Howdy, neighbor, I guess."

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Lana laughed. "Hello. Normally I might worry, but I think the couch down here is plenty big to sleep on right now. Hopefully none of us have to leave the dorms for anything."

She thought about it. "Damn. I'm supposed to open the library tomorrow. I hope this is over by then."

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Prompto took a moment to examine the height of the couch and felt every one of his muscles screaming out in pre-emptive protest. "I think," he said, "I'll be fine sleeping under the couch. Gather up a bunch of dust bunnies, have myself a nice little pillow...

"Sucks about the library, though, if this doesn't clear up. But I think, if you're missing work, being shrunken is a pretty good excuse."

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"Probably," Lana allowed. "I'd still rather not, though. And you don't have to sleep under the couch; I'm sure we can find some way you can get up and down."

She thought about it. "I wonder if there's a comb lying around."

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"What, to use like a ladder?" Prompto asked, but he shook his head. "I'd be too worried I wind up falling into the crack between the cushions and getting stuck there, anyway, but I appreciate the thought."

Honestly, if he was stuck down here and he was stuck sleeping in the common room because some people he thought were his best friends didn't let him crash in their room, he was going to be a little salty about it, because come on, now.

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Lana had come home from that same party and changed into sleep pants and a tunic before she'd gone to bed, but she'd still had her hand on her lightsaber, just in case.

Which meant she probably looked a little more Jedi than Sith this morning, since Sith actually had some sort of fashion sense.

She'd blasted the door and gotten it to open just enough to get out, left it open in case Nell wanted out, and headed to the common room to try to get some food.

Force-sped running at least meant it didn't take an hour to get there.

"Honestly, this island!"

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"I hate it, Lana!"

This girl definitely hadn't taken any cues from all the Jedi at the bar last night, no.

"I hate this place, I hate the weirdness, I hate that everyone's human, and I hate hate hate hate hate not being able to get home!"

A beat.

"But mostly right now I hate this fridge!"

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"Fortunately, so do I," Lana said. Hate was a great motivator.

She narrowed her eyes at it and wrenched the door as hard as she could with the Force.

It only moved a few inches, but at least it was open now.

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"... That's really useful," Vette noted, glancing at Lana with a little grin. "So, want to join me on an expedition into breakfast-Hoth?"

It wasn't that cold in the fridge, Vette.

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Lana grinned. "Breakfast-Hoth it is." She looked up into the refrigerator. "At least anything we find should feed about fifty of us."

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"Yeah, and I think I had some leftovers on the bottom shelf," Vette agreed. "How do you feel about cold seafood?"

She'd smuggled a lot from that buffet on Wednesday.

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"I wouldn't normally eat it for breakfast, but I'm not opposed," Lana said. "It sounds better than knocking over a cereal box."

She was honestly touched that Vette would share her food, but she wasn't going to bring attention to that.

Instead, she walked over to the fridge, Force-leapt to the floor of it, and grinned down at Vette. "How do you feel about flying?"

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Vette looked up at Lana warily.

"I'm not opposed, so long as I don't hit any doors face-first or anything," she decided, finally.