moved and moving
Daniel Faraday has commandeered one of the Conrad common room's couches.
No, you may not sit there, unless you want to wake him up.
One day, he will remember that he has his own room with a perfectly good bed in it. Today is not that day. Tomorrow will not be that day, either, because Dan has had a very trying week. Between the stress over accepting that job with Torchwood and being a spaz over that Other Thing that he doesn't want to think about (the butterflies are gone for the moment, okay? he doesn't want them back!) and taking care of Ruvin, who is now in the much more capable hands of the Vesimer, Dan is completely drained. He wouldn't have made it to his room if he tried, and falling asleep in the hallway is not something he wants to do.
He's not a heavy sleeper, though. Something's bound to wake him up, eventually.
So what is it?
Not far from the common room is Conway Rankin, who's distracting himself from his current problem of suddenly having dog-tuned senses by strumming a guitar in the music room. He hasn't played in a very long time, even back home, but there's one song that hasn't left him.
He feels it's oddly appropriate.
No, you may not sit there, unless you want to wake him up.
One day, he will remember that he has his own room with a perfectly good bed in it. Today is not that day. Tomorrow will not be that day, either, because Dan has had a very trying week. Between the stress over accepting that job with Torchwood and being a spaz over that Other Thing that he doesn't want to think about (the butterflies are gone for the moment, okay? he doesn't want them back!) and taking care of Ruvin, who is now in the much more capable hands of the Vesimer, Dan is completely drained. He wouldn't have made it to his room if he tried, and falling asleep in the hallway is not something he wants to do.
He's not a heavy sleeper, though. Something's bound to wake him up, eventually.
So what is it?
Not far from the common room is Conway Rankin, who's distracting himself from his current problem of suddenly having dog-tuned senses by strumming a guitar in the music room. He hasn't played in a very long time, even back home, but there's one song that hasn't left him.
He feels it's oddly appropriate.