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.
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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.
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bakerstreet2017-02-22 03:58 pm
peter quill | mcu | ota
10, although you could make an argument for 5 depending on your musical tastes
That doesn't matter.
What matters is this.
The time; it's one of those godforsaken hours in which everyone should be asleep - everyone, there was no justifying being up as it was too late to accomplish things from the previous day (including drinking) and too early to accomplish things for the next day - but they're not because...spoilers! It's an insomnia meme, not a sweet dreams meme. What a plot twist.
Cassian (and probably various other people) was restlessly sleeping when suddenly what could be best described as funky techno Kree disco started blasting from...somewhere. Where? Good question! And yes, despite the fact that the Kree are a hardcore blue militaristic species, apparently there was one hell of an underground techno disco scene amongst the Kree.
Who knew?
Well...now both of them did, because of all the things to wake him up, and as Cassian stumbled into whatever room Peter's in (who's basically on Some Dude levels in terms of association, probably), in search of whatever was playing that funky Kree techno disco, he asked-]
Why? [It's more a rhetorical noise opposed to an actual question because he's hoping that Peter Quill, Star-Lord, has some taste in music and thus he's not responsible.
Sup, man.]
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Peter's not super into the whole wub-wub-wub, high-pitched noises, weird sampling of some political speech kind of music. He's into stuff with melodies and rhythms you can dance to, words you can sing along with. He listens to the kind of stuff his mother and grandfather raised him on. Magnetic tapes on spools in hard plastic cases. Men and women singing about finding love and keeping it.
Music.
Not— whatever this bullshit is. And maybe that's old-fashioned of him, but it's a hill he'll happily die on.
So when he hits play on his stereo, he expects Mom's old tapes. He expects the music to play low and soft in deference to those sleeping in the other bunks up and down the hall. He expects Redbone or The Raspberries or The Runaways. But he doesn't get that.
He gets this: some weird techno rhythm, all heavy drum beats and noises that sound suspiciously like mallets on sheet metal, with something that might share a few distant, possibly in-bred, relatives with a melody. And Peter is just as startled as anyone.
By the time Cassian arrives, Peter is already fumbling at the stereo, cranking down the volume to a dull roar. It takes a second or two, but Peter finally manages to slam down the eject button and the little tray dutifully pops out, putting an end to what might have actually been the death wails of a sickly cat.
(Kree techno is weird.)
For a few stunned seconds, he just sort of stands there, the unfamiliar tape in hand, staring at Cassian in his doorway. In the deafening silence, he can hear cackling from down the hall.
Fucking Rocket, he thinks.
To Cassian, he says, ]
... That was 100% not my fault.
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But, you know. It's not that. And he was woken up by Kree techno. And here's the thing about Captain Cassian Andor: he didn't really sleep that often.
...okay, sure, yes, backing up a second. He napped. He was comatose on a regular basis. Cassian wasn't metahuman. He was a normal guy, and like most normal people he needed to sleep. But because of his profession and his life choices, the vast majority of his sleep he got in short bursts and in awkward, uncomfortable places. He learned how to fall asleep when leaning against Kaytoo and a rock, and he learned to fall asleep when stuck in the cargo hold of a very old spaceship. He learned to fall asleep and wake up quickly, blaster ready, and move fast and without warning. He had learned how to compromise when it came to sleep.
So, Cassian treasured those moments when he could hit a bunk and pass out and not have to worry about getting shot and wake up the next day alive and rested. The bunks here had mattresses. Sheets. Even pillows. He’d been looking forward to pillows. He enjoyed pillows. And then this.
...yes, he was kinda taking this personally. Because how very dare you.]
Really?
[The smart thing would be to walk away and try to go back to sleep (he’d been having a dream about a beach, and it was a pleasant one! maybe he could go back to it), but instead he's making himself at home. Leaning against a wall. Crossing his arms. Shrugging his shoulders a little.]
It is your music player. [Then, inclining his head towards the music player:] It is your music. [It’s delivered in a way which implies that this is a fact, not an opinion, and by extension that Cassian believes that he’s the sort of person who’s into Kree techno disco. (And by extension what his opinion of Peter’s taste in music was.)]
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Dude. Captain. [ Peter’s like 85% sure that’s the guy’s title, anyway. He kind of only recognizes the other guy by the look of him, knows him as a familiar face. Peter and the others usually report elsewhere. ] Cap. Okay. You’ve seriously gotta unclench.
[ ... which is probably not the best way to defuse the situation; telling angry people to calm down generally has the opposite effect, in Peter’s experience, but it’s a knee-jerk response. His expression doesn’t quite harden, but it does tighten up a little at the edges – in the line of his jaw, the set of his eyes – because there are quite a few things Peter needs to straighten out, here.
But first, Peter turns away, casting around in the small space of his bunk, and he finds what he’s looking for on the surface of his workspace, nestled among tools and a few devices he’s been meaning to fix up. A bit of tension drains from his frame, eased away on a sigh of relief, and he plucks it up carefully. ]
First of all, bro, it was a prank. [ And he jabs a finger in the general direction of the offending party; by now, Rocket’s cackling has died down to those weird, hissing snickers, but it’s still audible, even from here. Peter raises his voice a little, hoping it’ll carry down to Rocket. ] A prank by a seriously unfunny dickmunch who’s gonna get what’s comin’ to him.
And second of all— [ He returns to his inside voice, holding up the cassette tape he had plucked up from his workspace. The white and red label reads “Awesome Mix Vol. 1” in a neat hand. ] —this is my music.
This [ and he thrusts the similar-looking tape into Cassian’s chest. The label reads, “Quill Is A Moron Vol. 1” in a messy scrawl. ] is not my music. Okay?
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It escaped before he could stop himself, but look. When you've got someone who's showing you “Quill Is A Moron Vol. 1” you had to react. You had to react. Turned it around in his hands. So much effort put into this, relatively speaking.]
I'll have to congratulate your fuzzy friend later. [Okay. Okay. He'll admit that he kinda knew it wasn't his music.] The laugh was a giveaway.
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Serious? You're taking his side?
[ The life of Star-Lord is a difficult one, judging by his affronted tone.
But he huffs out a sigh, turning to pop his tape back into its rightful place in the tape deck, clicking it shut. ]
You can keep that, if you want. [ He gestures vaguely to the tape in Cassian's hands. ] Seems your style.