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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

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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.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[ gun running is not a job that has anything like steady hours. people have needs and some needs are there to be filled, maintenant, and fuck what anyone's watch happens to read. anyway, serge has never really counted on the light of the sun to keep him on track. that's never been his life. and also anyway, he had been working his way backward into this deal for the better portion of four months; tonight had not been the night to be sleepy.

he paces back and forth. the men have come and gone and it was certainly them, two of the group that he was told about. those two, they were professional. give them the guns, frenchie. that was all he had been told, that is everything he knows except that he knows they're some kind of supes. so he gave them the guns and set the trap neatly and maybe it will go off tomorrow or maybe a year from now. his paycheck is not large enough to to have been told.

serge taps his own gun against his thigh as he makes the trip back and forth from one end of the hotel room to the other. the two left an hour ago and morning is still well below the horizon but there are ants under his skin and eyes on the back of his neck. he's alone. it's an unusual state for serge to be in anymore; now there is always someone. so the lack of company is making him jumpy.

he checks the lock on the doors to the small balcony for the third time and then pats his pockets for his cigarettes. ]

Edited (typo!) 2020-10-03 13:54 (UTC)

03.

broadswords - 2020-10-13 16:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

hilts - 2020-10-27 08:01 (UTC) - Expand

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broadswords - 2021-03-20 15:23 (UTC) - Expand

( Would you rather something early-canon, or AU, orrrrr? )

respectthesoup - 2020-10-02 20:33 (UTC) - Expand

09!

desultorily - 2020-10-03 21:21 (UTC) - Expand

[ooc; but make it shippy]

( one of the things that surprises her most about life away from the 707 is how positively quiet the nights are. can barely remember the last time she heard crickets chirping over the relentless noise and chaos of the bang-a-rang. one might think the peace would help her sleep more soundly, but instead meredith finds the quiet unnerving. after so many years, pounding music and bar fights were practically her own personal lullaby.

so she goes out. finds some little dive bar where the men make perfectly polite conversation while carefully watching each little shift of her skirt.

it's late. cabs are starting to park down the street, just waiting for the drunks to start staggering out, and any minute now the bartender will be offering up last call. time for all good little boys and girls to head home, but meredith doesn't know what home is any more, and she's not quite ready to call it a night.

she's caught him glancing her way more than once; quiet, diminutive. the kind of guy who'd be eaten alive in the 707, and maybe that's why she makes her way over to him. boredom, curiosity and the kind of itch under her skin that can only be scratched by a bump from one of the 22s rattling around in her purse. )

Hey there, sugar. ( perching on the stool beside him, one corner of her crimson lips pulled into a smirk, meredith doesn't wait for a response, positive or negative, before plucking the cigarette from his fingers for a drag. ) You been sitting down here all by yourself for a while now. Seemed awfully lonely to me.