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you'll like the way we meme ([personal profile] memeswearhouse) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-05-05 11:11 pm

INSOMNIA MEME


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.


thedominatrix: (Oh. Oops.)

Irene Adler | BBC's Sherlock | OTA

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-05-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
heardmermaids: (filthy books)

[personal profile] heardmermaids 2012-05-07 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
His magic was starting to come back and while Sebastian knew he ought to rest, that he could feel it twisting under his skin and fizzing through his bones make sleep an impossibility. While many of the staff at Hellsing are nocturnal, home reno at 3am isn't looked upon too favourably and walking through Baedal at night wasn't a wise choice either. All of which left finding a late night diner, ordering a cup of decaf, and settling down with a book. It's an old thing, the spine reinforced with cracking tape, but reading and re-reading it is a comfort.
thedominatrix: (z; You are the cutest.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-05-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Irene's presence here is chance; she knows the owner and she knows she can get her coffee free here. Which seems absurd when one considers the amount of money she has, but things like this are, in her opinion, precisely why she's got money. Saving is of the utmost importance.

She's not in bed because bed is lonely and boring and she's sick of staring grumpily at the ceiling for hours only to check her CiD and find- a) no new private messages or even any interesting public ones and b) that only five minutes have crawled by since the last time she checked. So: going out. Coffee. It gives her something to do- the makeup and hair routine especially, though she's slightly less made up than usual, and wearing trousers, shock horror. Don't worry too much, though, they're leather. There's a strange sense of this being illicit, probably because it's so late that it's early- but of course Baedal really is a city which never sleeps, what with the vampires and the everything-elses.

She recognises Sebastian- he's done some work for her. Well, for the Vault, but Irene has a way of personalising things. And she's dying for human contact, so she sets her coffee- fully caffeinated- down and puts her hand on the back of the chair opposite him, smiling. It's half coy, which is all habit. "This seat taken?"
heardmermaids: (blurry but cute)

[personal profile] heardmermaids 2012-05-07 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
As she approached, Velcro shifted from the place he was reclining against Sebastian's legs in such a way that his owner was made aware of an impending visitor. It's not always a necessary thing, but it's a habit that helps make him comfortable moving among strangers.

"Not at all," he replies with a smile, closing the book without bothering with any sort of page marker. The cover seems to have been long ago replaced with a sturdy, but blank paperboard and then repeated repaired as needed. "Please, sit. May I get you anything?"
thedominatrix: (Yes! Well done! Good dog!)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-05-07 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at all." She taps one fingernail indicatively against the rim of her coffee cup. "I'm set." And she lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the first sip; it'll keep her up, but it's not like she was planning on sleeping anyway.

She nods towards the book, smile clinging to the corners of her lips. "What is it?"
heardmermaids: (word in welsh)

[personal profile] heardmermaids 2012-05-07 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Once, it was a copy of 'Best Loved Poems', but I've added to it over the years," he says a bit sheepishly and when he reopens the book, it somehow has far more pages than such a slim volume ought to contain. Among the more printed pages, there are hand-written notes, photographs, and other things that make it more a journal than a novel.
thedominatrix: (z; Are unicorns really real?)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-05-07 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Irene's eyebrows go up, and she purses her lips in an expression of genuine surprise- as well as being slightly impressed. It's not quite what she expected from him. "Wow," she says, amused and interested, her chin on her hand. "Alright, fine, I wasn't expecting that. How long have you had it?"
heardmermaids: (heh heh)

[personal profile] heardmermaids 2012-05-07 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Since I was nineteen, so there are sections that for everyone's benefit remain sealed," he says with a touch of self-deprecation. Should anyone else get their hands on the book, it's unlikely they'd even be able to open it at all, let alone find and unstick the hidden pages.

Sebastian flips to the beginning of the book, looking for a certain page, and slides it over to Irene. Carefully taped along one edge, covering a copy of one of Dag Hammarskjöld's poems, is a wizarding photograph of Sebastian (then Harry) and a collection of other Order members. They're all in a mixed collection of muggle and wizarding clothing, sporting various bandaged or stitched injuries, and clearly in the midst of a life or death struggle against a game of exploding snap. As if aware of being observed, Luna turns to show Irene her hand, winks, and returns to play.
thedominatrix: (z; I've never bathed in the blood of vir)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-05-09 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"How very responsible of you," she replies solemnly, fingers ghosting over the top of the photograph without actually touching it- no need to get fingerprints all over it, after all. Her smile turns less wry and more genuinely interested as she watches, eyes following the movement of the picture, and of Luna.

She laughs- "Oh, I like her. Who is she?"
heardmermaids: (big smiles)

[personal profile] heardmermaids 2012-05-09 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Luna Lovegood," he says and his voice softens on her name. "She's brilliant. Unconventional in all the best ways and despite the smile, a vicious cardsharp who could and would fleece anyone of anything."