While the moon drifts in the skies, stay awake, don't close your eyes
When: Friday, June 12, just after midnight
Where: Outside the hotel
Who: Sam & Billy (OPEN)
What: The Insomniacs' Club meets again
Rating: A for Awake
Billy was tired of sleeping. For several nights running, he'd been having the same dream repeated, and he could not figure out why. Was it because he felt guilty for the fact that he'd begun to let go of the strangling memories of Penny? Was that why his subconscious was parading her through his dreams now?
Because in the end he hadn't loved her enough to stop him from falling in love with Kaylee?
Others in town were having trouble sleeping, he'd noted, from word on the forums and in the community chatroom. Maybe it was something with the weather. Or something less mundane, but if it was that, it was a lot more subtle than the town's usual tricks.
He wasn't willing to take sleep aids; he didn't like the idea of being drugged into sleep. Instead he'd started work on a new project, a modification of the Thought Manipulator, designed specifically to monitor and filter dreams. But it wasn't ready yet. Meanwhile, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets and shoulders slumped, he walked.
Where: Outside the hotel
Who: Sam & Billy (OPEN)
What: The Insomniacs' Club meets again
Rating: A for Awake
Billy was tired of sleeping. For several nights running, he'd been having the same dream repeated, and he could not figure out why. Was it because he felt guilty for the fact that he'd begun to let go of the strangling memories of Penny? Was that why his subconscious was parading her through his dreams now?
Because in the end he hadn't loved her enough to stop him from falling in love with Kaylee?
Others in town were having trouble sleeping, he'd noted, from word on the forums and in the community chatroom. Maybe it was something with the weather. Or something less mundane, but if it was that, it was a lot more subtle than the town's usual tricks.
He wasn't willing to take sleep aids; he didn't like the idea of being drugged into sleep. Instead he'd started work on a new project, a modification of the Thought Manipulator, designed specifically to monitor and filter dreams. But it wasn't ready yet. Meanwhile, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets and shoulders slumped, he walked.