Fell Asleep on Meme

[jading]

sweet dreams.

 

  Someone, whether it be a friend or a total stranger, has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be; you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.  

What do you do?

 

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[causesearcher]

[ Full moons wear Johnathan out. It's something he's never fully adjusted to. But it definitely explains why he's borrowing a stranger's shoulder while sitting at a late night diner's bar. ]

[causesearcher]

[ Why had he offered to help with the kids with wolf stuff on his day off? Because Johnathan was a sucker, that's why. He was rusty in helping them on defensive means and it showed by the fact that he was in on the pile of bodies napping in Derek's loft.

He shifted, nuzzling against the leg that was under his face. It may or may not belong to Derek; he can't tell by the scent since they're all just mingling. ]

[bluebetabitch]

[ don't they ever! ]

[causesearcher]

[ He looks at the person using him as a pillow, wondering how they fell asleep in the middle of a very busy emergency room. But Johnathan doesn't have the heart to wake them. ]

[solodrifter]

[ ooc: sure! ]

[bluebetabitch]

Although their field training had included a good bit of rudimentary surgery, Blue hadn't been able to get all of the glass shards out of Charlie's foot. Thus their reluctant sidetrip to the local hospital, which seemed to be experiencing its own version of rush hour. Well and good, the few questions asked.

The harried nurse had collected the younger sister perhaps fifteen minutes ago, saying it'd probably be a while, so Blue retired to a slightly secluded corner of the waiting room and curled in one of the hard plastic chairs, planning to catch a quick catnap. Living with three noisy sisters, she'd learned to tune out mundane noise quickly.

[space_case]

[Gabriel probably wouldn't be sleeping so soundly if he knew where he was right now -- thousands upon thousand of miles outside Shi'ar space, on a ship every Shi'ar vessel has orders to shoot down on sight, head literally resting on the shoulder of an outlaw his empire's sentenced to death several times over.

An outlaw who, now, also knows his dirty little secret - that he, Emperor Vulcan I of the Shi'ar, is a human.

It was purely by accident that Quill has able to abduct him -- he'd been confident enough to lead his war against the Kree from the frontlines, confident enough to fight their champion singlehanded. He hadn't counted on barely surviving the fight, though. Or on outlaws getting to him before his own forces could.

Looking at Gabriel like this, one might almost forget that he controls one of the most powerful stellar empires in the universe. Or that within his slight frame is a power great enough that it once gave even Ronan of the Kree pause. Mumbling in his unconsciousness, he even inches closer, nestling his head on Peter's shoulder.]

takenaka hanbei ※ sengoku basara

[advance]

Charlie (Human!version) || Jurassic World

[clevergirlcharlie]

[OOC: Probably the one falling asleep on someone.]

[hallaifyouherd]

[ Emprise du Lion was miserable. It was cold, swarming with red templars, veins of red lyrium bursting out of the soil, and she was pretty certain there were no less than three dragons lurking on the other side of that bridge waiting for them.

At least one of their number was going to be happy about that fact, so. Not a complete loss.

Still, even with her preference for pyromancy it seemed ridiculously easy to catch a chill in this place. Her fingers grew too stiff even to hold the map steady while she studied it for their next move, and far from being afraid, Marjara grew annoyed. Of all the dangers they face on the road, cold was not going to be the thing that beat her.

The solution proved surprisingly simple. Sidling up beside Bull kept the wind off of her, for the most part, and he gave off heat like a second campfire. Just sitting there beside him couldn't do any harm, and she flopped down cross-legged beside him with an air of determination. That lasted all of five minutes, before the need to close her eyes against the cold translated to drifting off, parchment still clutched awkwardly in her fingers, and tipping against Bull in slow increments until it was fairly certain she'd fall over if he moved.

Ooops. ]

dr. harleen quinzel (dc)

[yatzie]

[haletotheking]

[ Most of the time, it was hard to sleep, took him ages to fall asleep. But after a day of training - defensive techniques, control, shifting - it was easy to drift off in that not-quite asleep, not-quite awake state. He was more aware than most of the kids sleeping on him, but not on edge.

Then someone nuzzled him. And his hand moved without thought, reaching out to rub the head resting on his leg.

Who, Derek couldn't tell, and so he lifted his head, hoping it wasn't Stiles, or worse, one of the girls. But no, it was only his cousin. ]

You okay?

[ He spoke softly, not wanting to wake anyone up; and anyway, Johnathan could hear even a soft whisper. ]

[causesearcher]

With not having many IV lines to start, Johnathan liked to poke his head into the waiting area to see if there was anything he could do temporarily for the waiting people that needed help. Sometimes it meant bandaging; others it meant using his abilities to siphon pain.

So knowing he might be helping by being a good napping post was easy enough for this visit.

Johnathan lightly tapped the young woman on the leg. Maybe if she wasn't sleeping too deeply, he'd offer to take her back to whoever she was waiting for.

[irishthor]

[Templar snoring on your shoulder?

Templar snoring on your shoulder.]

[bluebetabitch]

She came awake instantly, shooting up from the chair with hands poised to snatch and rip the threat, but blinked to see one of the hospital people standing there. Blue inhaled a deep breath--for calm--and sat back down.

No threat, no handlers from InGen come to drag them back. Relax. Charlie will be all right.

"...sorry," she muttered.

[causesearcher]

[ A light groan was Johnathan's initial reply until he blinked enough for his vision to get less sleepy and more conscious. Keeping his voice down, he responded with real words finally. ]

M'tired. I haven't done stuff like this in a long time.

[fairyphonics]

I thought I should say hello to [ Gajeel's chest ] everyone first... I know we were gone for awhile.

[ Okay, Levy, now sit up... ]

[outfight]

[ would you be okay with a caesar? ... and some bizarre twist of time that puts the two of them in the same time? ]

[haletotheking]

[ Whoops. Derek hadn't realized Johnathan was one of those sleeping, as well. He'd thought his cousin was just quiet. Now he feels bad.

He tries to draw pain away, but it's probably not too helpful. ]

Go back to sleep. Everyone'll be out for a little while longer.

[ And then there will probably be pizza or cheap Chinese take-out. Sometimes, Derek misses the options for food in NYC. ]

[verybig]

[ Dorian's made no less than four comments about Bull's lack of a shirt, and how utterly absurd it is that he can walk around shirtless and not have bits freeze off. Bull teases where he can, mostly amused, and when the temperature does dip rather sharply he does have something he wears over himself because no matter how thick qunari skin is, nipples freezing off just really isn't a good thing to imagine.

Still, he's better off than some of them - Marjara's a little slip of a thing, and sometimes Bull wonders how she doesn't just get blown away when they're walking around and a big gust of wind hits.

They make camp and Dorian instantly starts tea on the campfire, bitching and moaning the whole time about Emprise, and the cold and anything else that he sees fit to dislike. It makes Bull's lips twitch just faintly, whereas Sera echoes him, huffing and puffing and Bull just focuses on getting his pack undone so the he can jam things into his tent. Once he's settled by the fire, Marjara sidles up rather neatly, a line of cool against his side. She makes a valiant effort at staying awake, but they're all running on fumes these days, and the cold doesn't help. Gently, he pries the parchment away from her when she starts to drift, tucking it into the pockets of his pants for her later and shifts one of the blankets he'd been using so it covers her more than himself. It doesn't take much, since it's a rather large blanket, but she looks dwarfed in it, curled in against his side like that. Bull's lips twitch in a faint smile and he goes back to working on fixing up a piece of armor, careful not to jostle her.

mary mason (american mary)

[modificatio]

( she's not particularly comfy, if you're the one falling asleep. )

[madman_in_abox]

[Up for Eleven falling asleep on Amy or vice versa?]

[ironized]

Tch. [ Sometimes he doesn’t know what to make of her, and how friendly she is with everyone. ] You sure didn’t get very far.

[clevergirlcharlie]

[She hadn't slept much the night before; a cold front had moved onto the island and brought with it a rash of storms, the thunder and the lightening more than enough to bring on Charlie's fear and keep the littlest one up all night.

So it was no surprise that, when they had a bit of down time during their drills the next day, Charlie ended up falling asleep, leaning against her sister.]

beverly katz (hannibal)

[gottcha]

( /pulls muse from the grave literally )