Tempe sat on the couch, her eyes closed, attempting to sleep. Thoughts of the week, however, flitted through her brain like so many flitting things.

Last Friday, she'd woken up in Sawyer's bed, where they'd had a conversation about relationships.

The next day, she'd wandered into the Seahorse common room, which had not turned out well at all. ( Read more... )

Having tossed and turned in her own bed for most of the night, and not having been able to get to sleep, Tempe climbed out of her own bed, quietly left Pangolin, and ventured across the camp to Aye Aye ( Read more... )

Tempe woke up, her head at an odd angle, and her feet propped up on something strong and muscly. The notebook lay at her side, pen uncapped and flashlight still blazing away. Apparently, she'd managed to fall asleep again last night after her nightmare. Right in the middle of writing, it seemed ( Read more... )

Well, here Tempe and Sawyer were in his cabin. Under completely innocent circumstances. Honestly.

She placed her tote bag on the shelf sitting next to his bunk, and turned around to look at him.

"I'll just be in the bathroom, putting my pyjamas on," she said, glancing in his direction once, before wandering off.

[OOC: The fact that they are in ( Read more... )