So I started watching Critical Role three weeks ago...
...And now this is happening:
(Mostly non-spoilery snippet of missing scene fic for Campaign 3, Episode 4 under the cut)
Title: Five Adventurers, One Bed
"This is nice," Fearne said, because of course Fearne spoke first. "Look, Mister can curl right up on the headboard." As she spoke, moving toward the bed, Mister jumped from her shoulder onto the headboard, which was ornately carved and featured a lot of swoops and curls that made Mister-sized nooks. He arranged himself on one, and Fearne looked back to the rest of them with a brilliant smile, which she abruptly toned down when she caught sight of Imogen and visibly remembered that the others in the group were experiencing Sadness even though the thing making them sad wasn't in the room anymore.
He'd feel a little bad about thinking it, but he could also hear the way Fearne would say, lightly and earnestly, "No, that's fair," if he'd said it out loud and then apologized.
"We can share," Fearne was saying instead, because Orym hadn't opened his mouth. "Look, there's room for everyone! I'll just take this side, because I... I don't think Mister will budge now that he's picked a spot. But that's all right, there's still all this space!"
Imogen didn't exactly cringe into Laudna's side as she glanced over at Dorian and Orym, but Laudna tightened the arm she had around Imogen and gave them a look that didn't have to be accompanied by spidery brain-whispers to get her point across.
"Ladies, why don't you take the bed," Dorian said gallantly, making a sweeping gesture toward it as if he'd conjured it up himself for them. "Orym and I can just get comfortable on the..."
Dorian trailed off, looking around the room, and Orym leaned around his hip and looked too.
There wasn't much other furniture in the room--a chair that Orym, maybe, could curl up in to sleep, but there was barely enough open floor space for Dorian to stretch out anywhere, let alone anything for him to get comfortable on.
"The floor," Dorian finished with a reasonable show of cheerfulness. "The rug looks very thick, it'll be nice."
"I think that's mostly the dust, actually," Imogen said faintly, and then she raised a hand and made a little gesture that removed the layer of dust from everything in the vicinity. The rug was lovelier but a lot less fluffy when she was done.
