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( insomnia )

the i n s o m n i a meme

It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

i n s t r u c t i o n s

• Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject).
• Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10.
• Have fun!

o p t i o n s

01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

damselled: by <lj user="virizion"> (Good heavens.)

AU!Mari, 6, set after "Greeks bearing gifts".

[personal profile] damselled 2014-07-12 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[From the beginning, Maria had known this job would be difficult. Jack had warned her - and really, so had everyone else. But it was only somewhere in between the faeries and the cannibalistic serial killers that she had discovered just how difficult it was. She'd dealt with Jasmine well enough - she'd hoped - but the bastards who'd caught and beaten her and Ianto after they'd bought Tosh an attempt at escape had gotten to her. Thank God for Jack.

But now, something else had been troubling her - the reveal that Tosh had been reading their minds. Of course, she'd apologized to them (and had seemed genuinely sorry, at that), but Maria had still found herself troubled. If this was the way they all inevitably dealt with alien artifacts (she'd heard about Suzie, after all, and what she'd tried to do to Gwen), was she really so certain she could handle this job?

And so she'd come into work after being unable to sleep at three in the morning, ostensibly to finish the paperwork she'd been putting off after the aforementioned bastard serial killers, hoping to have a chance to sort out her thoughts without someone else reading them (and the pendant was gone, she knew it was, but she couldn't help feeling uneasy. She hadn't expected to see Tosh, of all people, already there, however]

Oh, my... hello, Tosh.

nosticksthanks: (02)

[personal profile] nosticksthanks 2014-07-12 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a short while after the affair with the alien who called herself Mary and that troublesome pendant, Tosh could barely manage to look any of them in the eye. She felt terrible about what she'd done, and there was a part of her that had wondered if any of the team still held a grudge because of it. But it was never spoken of again, and she began to realize that perhaps they had a chance of moving past it.

But then, there was Maria to consider. She was young, the youngest of any of them, and although she was brilliant and perceptive, she tended to take things very personally. Tosh knew she had to make things up to everyone on the team, especially Jack, who had given her a second chance when he brought her to Torchwood for the first time, but she also had to make things up with the rest of them because it had been their privacy that she'd breached.

She tried to smile reassuringly at Maria when she greeted her, and she nodded, even as she wondered why she was there. ]

Hello, Maria. It's late, isn't it? Or early, depending on how you look at it.

[ For her part, sleep was eluding her as well, but thankfully there was the draw of that translation program she'd been developing. Maybe that would help relax her somewhat. ]
damselled: by <lj user="virizion"> (Did I just say that out loud?)

[personal profile] damselled 2014-07-12 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[To be perfectly honest, Maria had only refrained from asking because the others had. She was practically bursting with questions - and not just the "how dare you" sorts that Owen had thrown at Tosh, or the awkward, I-know-you-know (and just what was that about?) from Gwen - but the sorts that wanted to know what it was like, how she could tell who was who, what she liked best, what she hated most. But she didn't dare.

When Mary had held Tosh hostage, Maria's thoughts had been somewhere along the lines of "Can I make that shot?" and, "Can I really pull the trigger?" and, "If I can, what if I miss?" before ending in a horrified, broken, "Oh, God, I don't think I can do it." She'd always thought (hoped, really) that she would manage to keep her cool under pressure, but their little stint in the countryside had, if anything, dashed those into pieces. She was trying, she really was, but she still had so very much to learn.]

It's early, I suppose. [She never thought she wouldn't miss sleep.] I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd simply come down here and get something done, at least.
Edited 2014-07-12 03:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nosticksthanks 2014-07-12 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That would have come as a surprise to Tosh, had she known it. She expected to be questioned and scrutinized for a long time to come, given the part she'd played in things. And, well, really, that was her penance for what she'd done, that and the occasional nightmare of a sharp knife slitting her throat.

But no one knew she had those nightmares; she couldn't very well tell anyone about them, could she? That would imply she deserved sympathy, and on some level, Tosh didn't think she did.

So she wasn't sure what to expect from Maria. Recriminations, maybe? It was hard to tell, although she liked to think of them as friends. They certainly knew each other well enough by now. ]

Oh, I know what you mean. Most of the time, if I can't sleep, I usually come here to do a little work. That usually helps me.

[ Usually being the operative word. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes, like now, it really didn't. But either way, at least she was being somewhat productive. ]
damselled: by <lj user="virizion"> (A woman of fair mind and breeding.)

[personal profile] damselled 2014-07-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Had Maria known, she would have instantly been concerned for Tosh (and perhaps clucked over her like a mother hen while making a nice cup of tea). She had been upset with Tosh (and on some level, she still was), but that didn't mean she thought Tosh deserved to suffer. As far as Maria had been concerned, Tosh had already been through enough.

She had only been with Torchwood for a few months, perhaps, but out of all her coworkers, she liked and trusted Tosh the most - which was why it had come as such a terrible shock to discover that Tosh had been reading their minds. Owen, she could definitely see doing so. But gentle, patient Tosh had been the last one Maria would ever expect to do something like that. Even so, she couldn't judge her too harshly; had Maria been handed the pendant, she didn't know that she could have resisted, either.]

Oh? I hardly come here so early. Jack always gives us looks when we're here before schedule. [Sometimes, it seemed like the threat of being early was worse to him than being late. "Keep hold of your own life", he'd told her when she'd first joined, and so tenderly that she had - much to her embarrassment - felt her heart skip a beat.]

What sort of work do you do?
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[personal profile] nosticksthanks 2014-07-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps she had been through enough, but that was irrelevant. She still had a job to do, mostly because Jack had chosen to let her keep her job. He could've fired her and given her Retcon, but he didn't. He gave her a second chance, and she was really determined not to mess it up.

But what was worse was the possibility that she'd negatively impacted the friendship she was beginning to form with Maria. It was still in a fledgling stage, and the fact that she'd even dared use that pendant on anyone, much less her, really didn't bode well for them at all. At least, that was the way Tosh thought of it.

But the pendant was gone, destroyed by Tosh herself, and she knew without a doubt that was the first and last time she'd ever try anything like that again. And woe betide any aliens who decided to offer such a thing to her again. ]

Well, I usually leave after an hour or two, so he hasn't found out, not yet. Although, it wouldn't surprise me in the least if he suspected me.

[ She was certain he suspected her a lot more now in the wake of the affair with Mary and the pendant, and that really bothered her, although she'd never say it. ]

Research, and programming, mostly, and going back over surveillance we've taken.

[ And, well, Jack's admonishment to keep a firm grasp on their lives outside of the Hub both applied and didn't apply to Tosh. She had family, of course, but a great deal of her life was wrapped up in Torchwood's affairs. That didn't stop Jack from leveling her the occasional disapproving glance, however, thus confirming her own suspicion that he knew what she did during her off hours. ]
Edited (dammit html) 2014-07-13 01:34 (UTC)
damselled: by <lj user="virizion"> (A woman must have her secrets.)

[personal profile] damselled 2014-07-13 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[What was being fired from Torchwood like? The way she'd heard it, nobody tended to leave that job, at least not willingly. And why would they? As dangerous as it was, as crazy as it had been, Maria already couldn't picture herself doing anything else - at least, for the foreseeable future. But if she did leave, would she be killed (she knew Jack and the others would never do it, but would someone else)? Would she be given enough Retcon to wipe Torchwood from her mind and spend the rest of her life with gaping holes in her memory where it had been? Or would she simply disappear, never to be heard from again?

The thought made her shiver. So instead, she nodded thoughtfully at Tosh, being careful not to betray her inner wonderings with her expression.]

It's our Captain. Surely he must know - and there is always surveillance of this place, isn't there?

[Jack was terribly protective of them all, but he seemed most especially protective of their own lives, more than they themselves were. It didn't help that he hardly seemed to leave the Hub.]
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[personal profile] nosticksthanks 2014-07-13 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, Tosh knew a thing or two about what that was like, having seen or heard of it before. But part of her hoped Maria would never have to experience that for herself. Some parts of a life involved with Torchwood were just too unpleasant to deal with. Everything had its unpleasant truths, and so did this job. Tosh had had most of her rosy-colored images shattered by things she'd seen and done, and while she figured that was an inevitability, she hoped the same wouldn't happen to their youngest team member. ]

I'm sure he does, but really, Jack isn't as rigid and unmoving as you might think he is.

[ She'd seen that before, too. ]

Of course there is, and someone has to go back over it to check for anything unusual.

[ Any one of them could check the surveillance footage, but most often, Tosh found herself doing that, especially when she came in early in the mornings like this. ]
damselled: by <lj user="virizion"> (ACK!)

[personal profile] damselled 2014-07-13 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, dear. For some reason, that made Maria think of the time she had walked in on Jack, watching some videos of himself that had most certainly not been suitable for the workplace. Maria turned bright red as she desperately tried to push the mental images from her mind - really, did this sort of thing happen to everyone who worked at Torchwood?


Oh. I-I am most certain that he isn't.

[And let's not go there.]

Has there ever been anything unusual caught on the tapes?