and these shadows keep on changing, and I'm haunted
Who: Vexen [cryopathic], Saix [bloodluna], Reika [subzeroes]
Where Vexen's Room, and then Vexen's brains dreams the Mansion of Sleep
When: Evening, sometime on June 17.
Rating: PG-13, will be updated as necessary.
Summary: Vexen's been having sleeping problems. Or more accurately... he's been having problems staying awake. Now it's time for Saix to try a slightly unorthodox solution... with slightly questionable results.
the Story:
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
The scientist looks at the berserker skeptically, eying the contents of the teacup he's holding in his hands. It looks disgusting; the smell isn't any more promising than the appearance of the contents. He's stripped down to a shirt and pair of comfortable linen trousers, and is currently sitting on the edge of the bed. From what he's described to Saix of his dreams, it doesn't matter what he wears before he sleeps: he wakes up in the plain, standard black of the Organization's coats every time.
He's not sure how optimistic he feels about the chances of this working, but he's desperate enough to try. On a good day, he sleeps twelve hours. Slowly but surely, despite all his efforts, that number's crawling higher. Any attempt to interrupt his sleeping cycle inevitably ends in him sleeping for longer, or going so far as to drop unconscious where he stands.
The last time he had, he knocked over a beaker of boiling water on his own hand. It sports a heavy bandage wound over its palm, now, though by all accounts its healing well enough.
Lacking a scientific explanation for the phenomenon of his recurring dreams-- which have been occuring for about a month now-- the scientist's desperate enough to try something that might actually be more on the same wavelength as... whatever's happening to him. Lately, he feels like he's coming closer and closer to the heart of whatever it is he keeps seeing in his dreams. Perhaps, if he stays long enough, he'll find his answer.
"Run your plan by me again, would you?" He stares into the cup, though, not at Saix.
What is he going to see in his dreams tonight?
Where Vexen's Room, and then Vexen's brains dreams the Mansion of Sleep
When: Evening, sometime on June 17.
Rating: PG-13, will be updated as necessary.
Summary: Vexen's been having sleeping problems. Or more accurately... he's been having problems staying awake. Now it's time for Saix to try a slightly unorthodox solution... with slightly questionable results.
the Story:
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
The scientist looks at the berserker skeptically, eying the contents of the teacup he's holding in his hands. It looks disgusting; the smell isn't any more promising than the appearance of the contents. He's stripped down to a shirt and pair of comfortable linen trousers, and is currently sitting on the edge of the bed. From what he's described to Saix of his dreams, it doesn't matter what he wears before he sleeps: he wakes up in the plain, standard black of the Organization's coats every time.
He's not sure how optimistic he feels about the chances of this working, but he's desperate enough to try. On a good day, he sleeps twelve hours. Slowly but surely, despite all his efforts, that number's crawling higher. Any attempt to interrupt his sleeping cycle inevitably ends in him sleeping for longer, or going so far as to drop unconscious where he stands.
The last time he had, he knocked over a beaker of boiling water on his own hand. It sports a heavy bandage wound over its palm, now, though by all accounts its healing well enough.
Lacking a scientific explanation for the phenomenon of his recurring dreams-- which have been occuring for about a month now-- the scientist's desperate enough to try something that might actually be more on the same wavelength as... whatever's happening to him. Lately, he feels like he's coming closer and closer to the heart of whatever it is he keeps seeing in his dreams. Perhaps, if he stays long enough, he'll find his answer.
"Run your plan by me again, would you?" He stares into the cup, though, not at Saix.
What is he going to see in his dreams tonight?