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the 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.

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Edited 2016-09-19 11:55 (UTC)

"Oh, it's just you. Here I thought elephants had broken in."

The voice issues from the shadows in the hallway about thirty seconds after the vase meets an untimely death, before its owner steps fully into the light of the kitchen. He takes a look at her, at the mess on the floor, and then carefully steps around the pieces of glass to rescue broom and dustpan from their places.

"Don't move."

Bucky takes his time cleaning up the mess, crouching down to squint at the floor a couple of times during the sweeping. He has no doubt there are minuscule shards left, but that requires a mop. And no Jane in the kitchen. He sets the broom aside after a minute and gestures toward her, telegraphing his moves.

"Want a lift?"

[ that kind of something could work! should i. start or do you wanna make a setting ]

[ The first step towards sorting out this whole mess in the public sphere is getting his story to the public. That's what Steve says, who knows just a little bit about propaganda. (Not nearly enough about turning around decades of the negative kind, unfortunately.) He's got a point, Bucky decides, once he's let a couple of the problems in his head get solved. Fixed. Whatever the scientists want to call it.

The trick is finding someone to tell his story to, and then getting him to that person. The process is slower than he'd like, but the logical part of his brain understands they have to get this right the first time. Presumably there'll only be one chance.

And she's American, this reporter they finally decide on. Tough, impeccable credentials (she writes stories about world-changing events and the alien called Superman), not inclined to back down when told to. She protects her sources. The catch is that she generally works out of Metropolis, and that means deliberately stepping foot on American soil again, when there are who-know-how-many capture and/or termination orders with his name on them. He decides it's worth the risk. Like Steve says, they have to get his side of things out there.

Turns out the hard part isn't sneaking Bucky back across US borders. Turns out, the hard part is sneaking into the Daily Planet without letting his own nerves get the better of him. Physically getting into the building is fairly easy, actually. He simply lifts the ID of someone who fits his general description and wanders in through the basement entrance, where they load print copies to be disseminated throughout the city. That part is child's play. He makes note of where the security cameras are, hiding his face when necessary, and tries to linger around groups of people as he makes his way from floor to floor. Turns out, reporters come and go at all hours of the night and day, and Lois Lane is no exception.

It's a little after midnight when he finally approaches her cubicle, allowing his steps to make noise against the ground to warn her someone is coming. And he waits, patiently, until her attention is actively engaged on him before speaking. Tall, nondescript but clean clothing, cap pulled low over his face. Standing perfectly still beneath any scrutiny she might give him. Both of his hands are gloved, so that won't necessarily give him away. Let's see if she's been paying attention to events in Berlin. ]

I hear you write stories about difficult topics. That true?

[ She's never felt anyone enter her mind: Wanda's used to being alone. All that meets him is red, most of it in angry spikes. ]

Wanda. You are?

[Bro.

...

You did not just wake him up to pull some mystery bullshit. It was late o'clock and that was bullshit. Heaving a very loud groan he slowly pulls himself out of bed, biting back a yawn as he hopped around his room while struggling to put on a pair of sweats.

Tiredly poking around his room for a shirt with one hand, he squints hard at his screen.

Still nothing.

God damn it.]

you don't wake a guy up for nothing????

what the hell man.

[Shirt acquired! Dammit Bakugou you're gonna make him trudge on over aren't you.]

"Moral support," which is totally a division. Maybe. Or it needs to be one, state. He sips at his drink, keeping an eye on the rest of the hall, although the only sounds besides their attempts at conversation come from passing technicians and other support staff. He doubts this base will ever be completely silent. Too many things going on, like repairs and section meetings, and there's always the possibility of attack.

"With American Dream," Bucky finally adds. It's a dumb name for a Jaeger, but at least he didn't have to drive the thing. That's Sam and Steve's job.

[ So busted.

Honestly, he would be, had anyone else walked in on him. But Axel’s easy to placate; or easy enough, in this one instance. A favorite frozen snack will do it, either way.

Everything now loaded back where it came (fell) from, Axel stands, taking a couple steps back from the frigid blast of the open freezer as it cycles on. Beyond their traditional treats, cold doesn’t suit him; he’ll let Roxas handle that. He probably knows where exactly the bars are stashed in there better than most, anyway.

Or, maybe they’re not stashed, after all.

The news that the blond holds the very last sea salt ice cream bar leaves the two of them deadlocked in silence for moments, like an old-fashioned standoff. The redhead breaks away from it first, casually sauntering back a few steps more, sweeping a hand back through a field of brightly-colored spikes and stretching. A jaw-cracking yawn follows as he ultimately folds his arms behind his head, once more glancing from the last bar, to its possessive holder.

With Roxas clutching onto the frozen treat like precious treasure, looking the part of the child who got the very last of a sold-out toy from the shelf, a selfless person would do the right thing and gracefully bow out. And by all appearances, that’s what looks to be happening, at first.

...but no one’s ever accused Axel of being that person. ]

Guess we’ll just have to share, then.

[ Forever the captain of Team Himself.]

[Terra sits by the sea, just far enough away that the waves don't threaten to wash over his Hakama, perking up surprised when he hears Aqua's familiar voice call his name. He returns her smile at first, truly pleased to see her after all that time, but it freezes over just a few seconds later when he remembers just how disastrous their last reunion had ended.

This is maybe just a little awkward.]

…Aqua.

[He pushes up to his feet, brushing sand off his cloths before he straightens.]

I hadn't thought I'd run into you here.

All Jaeger names are dumb, but Mako knows why and that dates back to fighter planes. Gipsy certainly qualified. Mako nodded a little a few sips in.

"It's good that they have you then. They'll need all the support possible. The job isn't an easy one." Mako can't help think of Max though, but she was pretty sure Max being a dog wasn't exactly the same. "Being a friend when your own friends fight Kaiju, that's not an easy job either."

[Brows raising, he frowns at the explanation and gives a squeeze before letting go, catching onto the way she reacts.]

And like I said, it'll be there after you rest. If I have to ask around to make sure you have help, I will. You can't run yourself ragged like this, Angela.

[ he starts, and grimaces in the dark. oops. ]

Ahaha… Looks like it. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up too.

[ but it's nice not to be the only one awake, selfish as it is. normally, he would've just gotten out of bed or woken ren up for a chat-- probably would've fallen back on that if koujaku hadn't been awake, except he is, so. a good friend would tell koujaku it's nothing, and to keep sleeping. as his best friend, aoba figures that gives him enough leeway to bother koujaku until he tells him to stop. ]

I feel like I've been lying here the whole night. Just thinking, ‘cause I can't fall asleep. Don't you hate it when that happens?

( Voice testing and spoilers, you say?

EDIT WITH AN ACTUAL THING: something postgame with them, maybe? nahyuta awake because of all that work he ends up with, rayfa awake because... /GESTURES AT EVERYTHING CASE 5 PUT HER THROUGH )

Edited 2016-09-20 01:47 (UTC)

"I didn't say that," Dean says defensively, looking over at Sam. Not that he could see much, given the lights were out. He know Sam has been trying to find a way to wriggle out of things. Even if shooting a certain crossroads demon was less than helpful.

"And I didn't say that, either," Dean sighs. "I'm not expecting you to say 'gee, trying to find a way to stop things is really hard. I'm gonna break for a coffee and episode of Gilmore Girls'."

[ Oh.. share. Well, he can probably do that, even if it is the last ice cream bar and therefore, would taste better in whole and not half but, what can you do? It's Axel after all, right?

He glances down to the ice cream bar that he holds against his chest and then back up to the redhead. Really, if this was anyone else, he would probably find a way to keep it all to himself, even just come right out and say that it's his. But, with it being Axel, well, he can make an exception to that.

Still, he makes a bit of a face as he pulls the ice cream bar away from his chest and carefully begins to open up the package that it's concealed within. ]

...how are we supposed to share this? It's not like you can break it in half.

[ Because it's a single bar, not one with the little crease in the middle to make it easy to snap in half for two people to share. He looks the bar over to try and figure out how to "share it" as fingers peel the opened package off the bar and he's left with that beautiful blue of salty sweetness that he has an absolute love for and he knows the second it touches his tongue, it will be difficult to want to share. ]

Do we need... a knife or something?

Harley tilted her head, listening to him, listening to what he was saying and what he wasn't saying. His pale skin was cold, he definitely needed warming up, and maybe an I Love Lucy or Honeymooners marathon was on the table for tonight. She slipped her arm through his and leaned her head against his shoulders.

"C'mon, Puddin'. Let's go cuddle in bed with the babies. No need to stay out here all cold if y'can't sleep."

[ She's missed him.

It hasn't been that long, really, but it's long enough that there's a void in her heart where Terra should be. Her dreams are plagued by the memory of their meeting in Radiant Garden, how absolutely wrong it had gone. ]

I didn't think I'd see you here, either.

Edited 2016-09-22 01:53 (UTC)

[ ... She has a lot of questions.

Aqua considers the offer, and she looks conflicted. But then again... Caren's strong. ]

It'll be a difficult fight. Are you prepared?

[ Even if it is him, Axel had still expected at least some level of resistance to the staked claim on the favorite treat. But, lo and behold, the moment his back is turned, he hears the familiar sound of packaging rustling open, and a question about sharing follows.

Huh. So maybe Roxas really does feel bad about waking him up.

Regardless of the reasoning, that crop of red spikes does an about-face in a hurry when that wrapper starts to peel away, not too unlike a dog that’s just heard its human bringing in a bag of carry-out food. There’s a reluctance in the blond’s actions as he undresses the bar, an obvious hesitation; and yet, here again he’s asking how they should go about sharing. ~~Now if that isn’t love, what is?~~ ]

Nah, it doesn’t have to be that difficult. [ And it won’t be -- trust him. He knows just the thing.

All nonchalance, Axel saunters back over to close the distance between them, curls a hand over the blond’s and lifts the bar up to meet his own bend down to it. From there, it’s just a matter of opening his mouth, and taking one single large bite. There. Done. That’s all he needs; nothing more required. He’s even leaving Roxas with the majority of the frozen snack without complaint. No need to give himself a hideous case of brainfreeze, right?

...Although, if for any reason his companion can’t finish the job, he’s more than happy to pick up the slack. ]

It will be there but only with more things piled on top. Everyone already has their job and I have mine. It would be terrible of me to ask any more from everyone.

*Takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves and shakes her arms a bit, getting all the jitters out.* I'm fine. And I'm sorry I woke you up

Early in his career, before Starfleet and before even the divorce, McCoy had learned to snap nearly fully awake at the buzz of a comm. He always takes a couple seconds to answer, just to clear whatever sleep might still fog his voice. If he's learned anything, it's the patients are less likely to tell him anything if they think they've interrupted something important. (Never mind that he'll grouse and grump over being interrupted while doing trivial things. That's different.)

"McCoy," he answers. "What's wrong, Lieutenant?" Because calling at 0400 usually means something's wrong.

[ The first thing that comes to his mind is Vaughn. He always overthought things before becoming a goddamn Bandit King, one of the toughest people on Pandora that Rhys knew. He frowns, bringing his arms over his head and stretching before letting himself settle down beside Aqua.

He moves his flesh hand a little closer to the fire. One thing about having a mechanical arm was that it never got cold! Ever! ]

Overthinking what?

[ For a moment, Aqua doesn't say anything. Thinking again, as she looks into the fire. She's seen little by way of beauty in a long time, and this is... close.

She shakes her head. ]

The situation back in my home. But mostly... how I arrived here. It doesn't make sense.

[ Ooh, here we go! Is it Learning about Aqua time? Rhys can't lie- he is incredibly curious how a lady just popped onto Pandora with no idea how or why she got here. He's also way too curious about her weapon. It's literally a key. Literally! There's no gun in it or hacking device or whatever. It vanished when it wanted to and came back when it wanted to. Absolutely insane. ]

That...I don't know about. Pandora's always kind of weird. Y'know, it's the...alien technology, or whatever. Maybe it's because of a Vault? I don't know. [ Rhys sounds sorry, and he is. Answers are hard to come by when you're on Pandora. Especially if you have a guy like Rhys, who just kind got here. ]

What's going on with your home?

I'd say it's more than "kind of" weird, [ she says, with a hint of a laugh. It falls sort of flat, though, and she takes a deep breath before looking over at him. ]

A lot. There's a man--his name is Xehanort. He's hurt a lot of people, including my two best friends. I'm not entirely sure what's become of him... but if he's out there, somehow, he's going to cause even more damage.

[ She pauses, releasing a heavy sigh. ]

He wants to cause a war, to get what he wants. And he'll stop at absolutely nothing.

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