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[writtendestiny]

[It's the middle of the night, but who has time for sleep? Poison, who is often woken in the small hours by nightmares, does not.]

Anyone awake?

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text; @holloway

[braveoff]

[ Poison isn't the only one up at a ridiculous hour. Drake's been struggling to sleep ever since he wound up here, figuring he'd adjust to the stress and loneliness eventually, but it doesn't seem to be getting any better. Tonight he's writing himself a script for a post of his own, and since public speaking really isn't his thing he decides to check the network for inspiration... and sees Poison's simple message. ]

I am.

You okay?

[writtendestiny]

[She considers lying, but she doesn't like to lie, and telling the truth about how she feels has become easier over text.]

No.
But I suppose I might be, eventually.

[braveoff]

[ It's good to remember improvement's possible, but eventually isn't right now. ]

I hope eventually comes soon.
Maybe we can help it along a little?

I can play listener or distraction, I don't think I'm gonna sleep anytime soon.

[writtendestiny]

[Eventually is a long time off, Poison thinks. And she thinks back to a conversation she once had, on a night she couldn't leave her bed for illness, with a man she wouldn't meet in person until weeks later.]

Do you know how to play hangman?

[braveoff]

I do, yeah. What's the category?

[writtendestiny]

Fairy tales.
Unless that's too hard for you.

[braveoff]

No guarantees our worlds have the same stories, but we can try?

text; UN: Spides

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter like literally lives there but you know what he's gonna reply with text ANYWAY]

I'm up. You can't sleep either, huh?

[writtendestiny]

[Wow you nerd you better not be texting from the other bed.]

I had another bad dream. Did I wake you up?

[itsnotaonesie]

[guess what HE IS]

No, no. I was already awake. And by that I mean I wasn't asleep at all yet.

You need to talk or anything?

[writtendestiny]

[Poison thinks about it. And of course he's messaging her from the others room, because spirits forbid he come to her door. What a dork, she thinks, and she smiles.]

Yeah. Maybe. [She decides this is silly, and she brings the blanket from her bed along with her as she gets out of bed and goes to tap on Peter's door.]

I thought you might be out in one of the labs.

[itsnotaonesie]

[This is absolutely silly, and Peter was in the process of rolling out of bed and making his way over to the door before Poison tapped on it. Upon opening it, he just stands there in the doorway a little awkwardly before stepping aside and motioning for her to come inside.]

Um, y'know, I was thinking about it? but then I would have had to put a shirt on and I didn't- uh. One sec.

[Well now he's going to put a shirt on anyway since he has company. He just grabs one off the floor. Don't worry, it's clean.]

Y-yeah, heh. S-sorry about that.

[writtendestiny]

[The young woman doesn't so much as double take at his state of dress - or undress. She does, for the briefest of moments, engage in what could only be called casual observation of him before he decides on putting on a shirt.]

About what?

[Poison herself is bare-legged, with shorts and a t-shirt mostly hidden by the blanket pulled around her shoulders. Said blanket drops to her elbows as she perches on the edge of his bed.]

You don't need to worry about making me uncomfortable, you know.

[itsnotaonesie]

About, y'know, about going to the uh, to the labs.

[He adjusts his shirt a little bit and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall next to the bed and trying to act as goddamn casual as he POSSIBLY CAN ACT OKAY.]

I wasn't worried about-- I mean, I was, but uh, not- not uh...

[Clearly the casual act isn't working. He pauses, stares straight ahead for a couple seconds, like he can't believe the stupidity that's coming out of his mouth, and then starts over.]

I just. Didn't want to uh... I figured standing around half naked with a girl in my room would be... inappropriate?

text; un: cresta

[treadswater]

i am.

[ a pause. a long one, then: ]

insomnia or a request?

[writtendestiny]

A request for what?

@KaballsDeep

[kaballin]

no.

[writtendestiny]

Good sleep-typing.

[kaballin]

I'm a man of many talents.

[writtendestiny]

Surely not as impressive as coherently typing in your sleep.

[kaballin]

What can I say, I've got the skills to pay the bills.

So why are YOU awake?

[writtendestiny]

It's too quiet here.

Why are you awake?

[kaballin]

Do you want the real reason? Cuz its stupid.

text; un: Odair65

[fishermansweater]

[ Finnick and Annie are sleeping apart tonight; the beds in their room are tiny twins, and if one or the other of them isn't feeling up to constant contact, they can't sleep together.

Tonight is one of those nights, but since Annie was rescued from the Capitol, Finnick doesn't sleep well without her. He'd woken in a panic, unsure if he was still back in those horror weeks in District Thirteen when every moment had been consumed with misery about her.

He's remembered where he is now, that Annie is here with him, but sleep is gone. ]

Yeah, I am.

You having trouble sleeping?

[writtendestiny]

Yes. I usually do.

[Not always, not for her whole life, but most certainly in the past few years. Barely acknowledged PTSD will do that for a girl.]

Are you?