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bakerstreet2024-08-10 10:09 am
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Insomnia
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?
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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.
I rnged and this was 2
Unfortunately, you know how sometimes? Sometimes, events aren't the most interactive? Sometimes, events aren't things which happen to you, they're things that happen around you and you're stuck reacting to it in a not-very-meaningful sort of way? Yeah.
Yeah.
So it's 1:23AM, jamjar standard time. To the east, a bright light shines up, one which pierces the skies and parts the dark clouds. A figure can be seen in the middle of the light, too incandescent to behold, and it speaks in a booming voice in a language that no one can understand.
So it's just Peanuts-style adult dialogue, except with BOOMING instead of mumbles.
All around them, there's a low thrumming noise, a hum. It was very spooky for the first half hour, and then nothing actually seemed to be happening for the next half hour, and if you checked the network it was just a lot of:
SKYFISH: ???
HELODUSK242: ?????? wth
DROPBEAR: i was sleeping rude
And one person made a valiant attempt at a network video but was drowned out by the BOOMING and gave up.
Sylvain is at the coffee machine. He's wearing fuzzy slippers, boxers, and a robe.
He's staring at the coffee machine like he wants to set it on fire, as it gurgles and tries to make coffee.
And then someone else comes in and normally he might go, "Hey there, looking good as always!" With a wink. And get slapped for his trouble. But, an event's going on and he can't sleep.]
Morning. [It comes out as more of a gurgle than anything else.]
this is the funniest starter in the world
so she's probably faring a bit better off even if every word from said BOOMING peanut adult is reverberating through the space enough that she fears her brain might tenderize too much in her skull. which wouldn't be very nice. it's maybe her one remaining redeeming quality. (?)
but, she's awake now, and that's everyone else's problem. if anything? she can at least see if she can swipe someone else's coffee, hence this hare slinking around the kitchen. )
Well aren't we looking at our prime today.
( maybe a little too chipper for the hour, but she has a heist she wants to pull off and it requires getting near enough to see if she can. sorry, pretty boy.
nice slippers though. )
Gonna make breakfast to go with that?
( so she can swipe some too. :) )
only the most artisanal handcrafted shitpost for you
I know a-
[Sylvain's interrupted by the coffee maker echoing with that same hum, faint, a reverberation of whatever-it-is that's going on outside, and Sylvain knows that he probably should be concerned by it. But he's been in this jamjar long enough that he's kind of desensitized. You know? Sure, the first few months is a cascade of what's this, what's going on, who's here. But after a point, he knows the Science People will be on the network, or those people obsessed with making an IC police force will be touching base, and everyone can sign up for things then.
For now, it's just everyone biding their time. So, the BOOMING doesn't really matter.
What matters is the humming coffee maker. The redhead scowls, and grabs it from the top and hits it.] Saint fucking Seiros. [And then hits it a second time and- okay, it's not humming anymore! Good.]
What was I saying...oh! Right. Sorry about that, gorgeous. [Wink! He's running on fumes but doing his best.] I know a cue when I hear it. What would you like?
you spoil me rotten. ♡
another shake of the building has her looking around, as if she can check for foundational damages from the kitchen of all places. but when it proves to hold and not make paste out of them, she'll go on ahead and hop on the counter as he teaches that poor coffee maker a lesson.
my, he really is having a day already and dawn hasn't even broken yet. )
Maybe you should be nicer to it. ( she says, as if she doesn't constantly pick up her bangboo by the ear and throw it into battle with her - and those things actually display some level of intelligence. ) Or maybe we gotta petition for a new one.
( which she will not be doing, just in case it gets taken out of her income somehow. a job for the busybodies!
as for breakfast.. )
You any good at crepes? I think I saw someone stock up on strawberries the other day.
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[And here's the thing. Here is the thing. He suaves it out. Sylvain says it like he's flirting and not like it's a statement of failure - hey cutie, I'm shit at making crepes, ;) - as he rummages through the fridge and with grave determination starts taking out whatever looks edible.
Broccoli. Onion. Potato. That sort of thing. All signs point to a bullshit fry, in which he fries whatever looks like it'll be Okay going together and they pick a god and pray.]
And you know petitioning for a new coffee machine will backfire somehow, babe. [Is he saying babe because he's flirting, because he doesn't know her name, or because he's tired, or some sort of psychological mindgame, or...you be the judge.] You know that.