As much as Johan wanted to prolong the fun and games- he'd already done so much that night, with Cyria, with Naji, with the orc digesting in Naji, and all that after a long day filled with two fights, a trip into a hostile stomach, and... whatever it was that had happened in the well. He still wasn't sure about that, but after Cyria had manifested some concrete reminder of it he couldn't dismiss it as a hallucination even if he had wanted to. After pulling himself free of Naji's familiar but filled stomach and washing himself off once more, he'd gotten in the bed with Naji, given her a few extra stomach rubs for 'luck' and curled himself around her. Others join here and there throughout the night, and Johan wasn't the type to turn anyone down to share a mattress even when he didn't have enough energy left to *do* anything about it. The warmth and softness of other bodies, the comfortably 'close' smells of others pressed up around him, and- at least, tonight- the sound of *other* other bodies gurgling inside those who joined him were all deliciously pleasant sensations.<br/><br/>Apparently not quite pleasant enough to keep his dreams from being invaded; or perhaps to keep him from invading other dreams. What was real, and what was fake? The oni from before, he recognized as himself, or herself, sharing space in the other's head, or sharing a memory as a dream. Johan had no way of knowing whether or not it was Now, or if the... entanglement was continuing with Disa as much as with him. Was she fighting with occasional flashes of humanity? Regardless, it was all so freeing. A good fight, and eating someone alive and whole; that last, he'd begun to have far more interest in than he "ought", and had been tempted more than once, but... could he? Some humans could with no help. Perhaps his own bond with Disa would allow him to feel some of those sensations outside of the realm of dreams. And yet, the dream continued; there was the terror of feeling outmatched that every soldier and mercenary had once or twice, and after which you found out if you were cut out to be a warrior or if you'd be best suited to run for home. He'd made his own peace with the likely outcome of a life in arms without desiring it, and so what he saw in the dream was- well, it wasn't *not* scary, but it wasn't something that filled his heart with dread. After all, it wasn't Now, and it wasn't really Him.<br/><br/>One dream, perhaps, blends into another- a trio, in someplace else. But this was a different kind of dream, one that may not be as much a dream as a different Place entirely. All of the triad in front of him were worth looking at in their own ways- all somewhat attractive, all sufficiently remote to not be lightly considered as anything but a dire threat. And as they bickered, Johan began to put the pieces together; that there was these three, each as the leaders or avatars of a different sort of faction entirely. The oni, the wolfess, the elven-angel... he half-recognized them all as if through a half coherent memory. Fear, and attraction, and all they represented was something entirely separate from the usual concerns of a not-so-humble mercenary. What Johan does know- and what he very emphatically doesn't like- is the way they're referring to his world as the next battlefield. As the wolfess approaches, though he doesn't back away, he half wants to. Instead, he stares the wolf in the face, with a faint, fake little smile... and the other two were still with him. Hopefully. Cyria, he hoped, would know more about this than he would- but he doubted it.<br/><br/>Eventually, the dream faded away, and so did the warning. It was probably true in a sense and not true in a sense, because most things were; that there was a three cornered fight preparing to erupt in the world, he didn't doubt, but he couldn't imagine how he would get that across to anyone who might be able to do something about it. Instead, all he could see to do was enjoy himself, do his job, and wait for some sort of opening to do and be something more. Naji departing had drawn him just to the odd level of half-wakefulness that didn't register an argument to get up entirely, where he was content to lay in the warm pile of gurgling flesh that strained the bed's toughness. He did see- or, possibly, imagined- Naji's new shape as she padded in the dim predawn light for the door, and found it something worth appreciating before she left and he slipped back under for another hour of actual rest.<br/><br/>Come morning, Johan found himself in a very pleasant place; even Anastasia had her legs draped over his head, putting him in an interesting position. For a few minutes as the light just started to trickle in, he relaxed and enjoyed the presence around him. Cyria's surprisingly soft form had a bit more padding than usual, as both of her meals seemed softer and stilled by the passage of the night. With one hand, he gave the spider's bulging hide a stroke, and felt the spongy flesh underneath. Both were beyond saving by now. Poor Sasara- Lucky Sasara, too. He'd have to ask for a bit of silk clothing to 'remember' her by, given where she'd ended up. Half-tempted to roll over to wake Cyria up with a belly rub, he restrains the urge. Not quite what he had in mind, anyway. Still, he kept idly scratching at the stomach bulge, lightly enough, while letting himself relax. The fairy not-quite-but-almost sitting on his head, though... Johan liked to think he got alogn well with both fairies. He especially liked to think that after the first time he'd seen what those little guns could do to someone. Despite that, Johan found himself thinking about the fairy as a meal; even if he hadn't had any changes to his form, he could probably choke one of them down, right? Even though he was her officer, and he wouldn't dream of *actually* eating her- at least, not unprompted- it was a pleasant enough fantasy.<br/><br/>A shift of weight, legs brushing over his face, and his thoughts shifted again. How big a meal could a fairy eat, anyway? He'd never gotten a straight answer to that, and had never needed to with the magic available to the group. If they wanted a meal, and for whatever reason weren't satisfied with berries, they could simply shrink whoever they wanted. And also, being shrunk down made it plausible for someone Johan's size to do more fun things with a fairy that a size difference tended to militate against. No harm for it, if he spent a few more minutes relaxing and speculating about how cute Alura or her other friend woudl look with a big stomach- and if he was partially thinking about being the one filling that body, well, perhaps that was karmic balance for also fantasizing about a winged body squirming down his throat.<br/><br/>When Alura enters- naked- and tears a page out of her spellbook, the already awake Johan watches in something like confusion; he figured any answer he got would be one that just raised further questions, and so judged it best to not poke that particular topic. Instead, he took it as a summons to wake up- it was lightening outside, and the smell of a non-squirming breakfast downstairs was a goad to stop relaxing in the pile of mercenaries. He got up; carefully and gently moving the semiconscious fairy off of his face and onto his pillow. getting out from under Cyria took a bit more delicate wriggling, but he managed that as well, heading for his clothes in a pile in the corner where he'd left them the prior night. In the polished-metal excuse for a mirror, he raked fingers through his hair, straightening it out, and adjusted his clothing to look somewhat presentable. He'd bathed before sleeping, and after being inside Naji, of course, so he probably didn't need another- the bathwater needed a refresh *badly* at this point, anyway. Buckling on his sword, he quietly slips out the door, heading downstairs. Familiar voices beckon as much as the smell of food; when he sees Tayna, he pauses, mind breifly slipping into its default smile while his mind worked in overdrive.<br/><br/>"Tayna! Surprised to see you out here," Johan jovially says. He advances on the officer and Naji, stretching. Naji's belly gets a quick pat, and an added, "She still at all squirmy in there? She seemed the type to have a tough hide. All the shopping go okay? You could have woken me up," he reproves. "I'd have been happy to escort you. Who'd you get to go shopping with you?"<br/><br/>To Tayna- well, Johan hadn't had much history with the officer, though her status as an attractive and currently over-full woman tended to short-circuit his appreciation of chain-of-command propriety. "Must be something important to have gotten you all the way out here before my report got back in there, and with..." he looks down. "Is that two or three people in there? Regardless, can I help you with that while you fill us in?" He rests one hand on the taut skin of Tayna's stomach, one eyebrow raised. "And is this something for my ears only, or just for the group's ears only, or is it so relatively insensitive we can just talk about it here?" Fingers drum on Tayna's stomach, lightly, and almost teasingly.