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THE SUDDENLY ASLEEP MEME

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1. Exhaustion - Maybe you haven't been sleeping well lately, maybe you've had a stressful day at work. Either way, you just can't keep your eyes open, and any surface/person/animal looks comfortable

2. Magic - Maybe you shouldn't have annoyed that wizard! Be it in the middle of a fight, or a time-delay to sometime more inconvenient, you just fall asleep where you stand.

3. Illness - You're sick, and the sickness is draining all your energy. Are you drifting off in bed, or doing something you shouldn't be when under the weather. Maybe you're actually narcoleptic.

4. Drugged - Oh no! I never should have drank those chemicals. Or, perhaps, you've got an enemy with access to weird and exotic poisons, or a vindictive roommate. Maybe you shouldn't have drank the last soda.

5. Boredom - Wow, this mission briefing is really boring, or maybe you can't bear to listen to your friend recounting the one-night fling he had with a botanist in Switzerland. Either way, you're sat there and dozing off in your chair.

6. Drunk - Had one too many? Not enough?

7. Anything else? The more awkward or annoying the better!

Instructions

1. Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject).
2. Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 6. You can use RNG or just choose.
3. Have fun!

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[Jetlag is a bitch. But sadly it's what you might call an occupational hazard in their line of work, when jobs can have you bouncing all over the globe on a moment's notice. It also doesn't tend to allow much in the way of recovery time, and he's trying, but there's only so much coffee a person can physically consume. To cut a long story short, by late afternoon the cumulative effects of these various factors find him sitting at the Torettos' kitchen table, dozing off with his head in his arms, a half-drunk mug of coffee by his elbow]

[ooc: Don't know where you're at in terms of Fast Six spoilers, so I'll let you call the timeline. A flying visit sometime between 5 and 6 could work, I suppose, or post-F6 if you have seen it?]

[He's been drugged all right! A la River's favorite method - hallucinogenic lipstick. Now, of course, she has to figure out how to kill some time before she can properly wake him up.]

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[ Gen only for Lucina though, please. ]

Edited 2013-05-22 23:44 (UTC)

[Owain's speech about justice and everything was great. But Morgan had trouble keeping his own eyes open. As he sat in his spot he fell asleep on Owain's shoulder. Still making sounds to try and show that he was still listening.

Hopefully Owain won't get too upset about him dozing on him.]

Edited 2013-05-23 05:07 (UTC)

Had Jim been thinking rationally, he would have admitted that the team was hardly in a good position to go chasing off on another call. McCabe's betrayal alone was a heavy blow in and of itself, and now he was gone, Boxer was down, and Sanchez was in a sling. Jim was hardly injury free himself, but as long as he didn't stop long enough to pay attention to any of it, he could function just fine. Oh, yeah, and their shift was over twelve whole hours ago. If anyone had earned the right to go home after the Montel situation, it was Hondo's S.W.A.T. team, hands down.

Besides, the call had been for a 211, a robbery, not a bomb scare or anything of similar ilk that would require an immediate S.W.A.T. response. But Street didn't hesitate; he just tossed Hondo a cocky grin and tucked his earpiece back in like he was fine and raring to go.

It wasn't so much that Jim wanted to keep going, though; he had to keep going. If he didn't, everything that had happened last night would catch up with him ... and Jim didn't want to go there, not now.

He could only keep the demons at bay for so long, though. In the end, the only reason why Jim had left the station rather than work through another shift was because Hondo had put his foot down and pulled rank on him, actually ordering him to go home and get some rest.

But Street hadn't gone to his apartment, not right away. In fact, he had gone to the other side of town ... to the train yard. Fifteen minutes there changed everything all over again. The cop in Jim knew that he needed to call this in, get Gamble to the hospital, and let LAPD take over from there. That would have been the right thing to do, or at least, the rational thing to do.

But Jim was hardly in the mood to be any more rational now than he had been sixteen hours ago. That would explain why he currently had his presumed dead ex-partner cuffed and propped up against the cupboard doors in his kitchen. It was easier to clean blood and mud off of linoleum than either couch cushions or bedsheets, and Jim hadn't been about to attempt maneuvering an unconscious Gamble into the bathtub.

As it was, Street was currently using a wet washcloth to clean off Gamble's visible injuries, mentally cataloging how the majority of them had a corresponding counterpart on Jim's own knuckles. Inwardly, though, he wasn't nearly as calm as he outwardly appeared to be, but punching Gamble's face again while the other man was still unconscious, while tempting, was hardly going to help matters any.

Edited 2013-05-24 21:17 (UTC)