The Universe's Mixer

Harry woke up to a crash. "Mouse?" he called, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. It was still dark, so he lit the candles in his room with his usual spell. Beside the bed was the small origami crane he'd folded the night before, but it was the only familiar thing in the room. Harry stared in surprise at the large queen-sized bed he was laying in before shifting his gaze to the wardrobe in the corner. Almost everything he could see was dark-colored, and well made. The staff leaning against the wall wasn't from the gnarled lightning-struck oak of Ebenezer's farm. This one was made of a darker wood - possibly ebony - and it was straight, with an intricate weave of runes carved into the sides.

"...the hell?"

"Harry!"

( The shout had him jumping out of bed )

Logan stared in surprise as his box suddenly fell open at midnight on April 1st. He reached inside, hands shaking, and retrieved a small sheet of paper with attached instructions.

“Fold me four times and speak your heart’s desire.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but decided to play along anyway. He folded the sheet four times and was a little startled when suddenly it formed into the shape of a heart.

“What the hell? Origami is weird,” he muttered.

The heart was still emblazoned with the instructions “Speak your heart’s desire.”

Logan rolled his eyes and tossed the paper heart back in its box.

“Well, I’d just love to understand women better, paper heart. Thanks for asking.”

Logan thought of Veronica and the mystery that almost always surrounded her motivations when he tried to figure out what she might do next and what she was thinking. Then he passed over the box and went to bed, the wish already forgotten.

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I think I woke up in the wrong bed. His roommate’s way cuter.

Logan woke up to a strange woman’s voice. He opened his eyes and looked around for the source of the voice. A redhead was just straightening her t-shirt, as though she’d just finished getting dressed. She was staring at him, but when she realized he was awake and looking back, she winked and then turned away.

“Um,” Logan said. He sat up and tried to think of a reply to that, or if he was even supposed to reply.

Cute, but obviously not very bright. Nice vacant stare, buddy, the redhead’s voice filled his ears again, and yet her lips didn’t move, save for the ghost of a smile.

“Excuse me?” Logan exclaimed. He looked toward the top bunk and realized his roommate was already missing.

Classy guy, that roommate from hell.

The girl looked at him in surprise, and shook her head.

“I was just leaving. Sorry if I woke you. Any idea where Dylan went?”

Logan shrugged. “No idea.”

Of course not. That would require you to have an actual brain in your head.

“Okay, you really need to get out. Now.” Logan glared.

The girl rolled her eyes and finished gathering up her stuff.

Asshole.

Once again, Logan didn’t see her lips move. What the hell was she-some sort of ventriloquist? It didn’t matter though, since she slammed the door behind her a second later.

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A few hours into his day and Logan was really starting to wonder about things. For some reason, everywhere he went, he heard women’s voices saying things that… well, he just didn’t think anyone should be saying out loud. And whenever he looked to see who was speaking, no one’s lips were moving.

It was more than a little off-putting, so he was relieved when he found a mostly deserted coffee shop and grabbed a table in the outdoor pavilion, which was currently empty of other customers. Logan sipped at the coffee, wondering if maybe he should have found a bar and ordered something stronger, given just how weird of a day it had been so far.


OOC/Explanation: So, Logan can only read thoughts that are fresh on any woman's mind. So basically, if you want him to be able to read a thought, it would have to be something your character is currently thinking about. Open to anyone who wants in on the weirdness :)