one day, you will understand. but that day is not today.

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Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Thursday, October 20th into the morning of Friday, October 21st.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: The final night.
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature.

Comments

open for NV and action later in the day

[proxysearch]

[She knows some of those dreams. It's impossible not to. And she saw the destruction, the mayhem at the end...and saw herself with a few others. But there were so many others who died, people like Franz and Shiroe. Batman and Superman had caused so much destruction, and all she had done was watched...

Stupid. If she had the capabilities, then why couldn't she--

She sits up in bed and sighs, scrubbing at her face. She really can't take this.

She has some people to call, but for now, at 2am, she gets out of bed and heads downstairs to do some work. If she's awake, she might as well be spending the time productively, even if she heads into work and goes on patrol later in the morning.]

[beardedveteran]

[ This is the first night he's woken up gasping for breath, filling his lungs with air free of destruction and the smell of blood. Far from personal injuries, or recognising the faces of loved ones, the sight of this city-- a city he hardly knows, even, filled with terror-- strikes fear into him. Heroes vanquished; goodness eradicated; no hope

[proxysearch]

[Re-l comes in a little after ten, exhausted and feeling absolutely terrible. She really just wants to pick up her paperwork and go home but... No, no, that'd be irresponsible, as tempting as it is. She feels like she's going to fall over any second now, though.

She passes by the coffee machine with her own cup already, having picked it up before she left Diego at the coffee shop, and she stops when she sees Kotetsu.]

Rough night, Officer?

[beardedveteran]

[ By this point he's on his third cup, taking a break from trying to figure out the building. He blinks and lifts his head at her voice. Ah- she doesn't look any better off than he feels. Yet she still seems to give off that almost impressive air of professionalism. ]

Could say that. This ain't helping too much, either.

[ He swills the murky contents of the cheap paper cup and, after a moment, sips from it anyway. Better than nothing. ]

You always here at this time, Corporal?

[proxysearch]

I didn't think it would. It's a shame. [A shrug.] Too much caffeine will make you jittery, anyhow, and that's not much better from how everyone's feeling now.

[She sips her drink for a moment, closing her eyes.]

Earlier, sometimes. And I've had a few nights this year when I haven't left the office. I wouldn't aspire to do things like that if I were you, though; those were some extraneous circumstances.

[beardedveteran]

[ He doesn't respond at first, hand lifted to adjust his cap forward some. In a way, he feels that the less the general sentiment those dreams left is discussed, the better. A small smile curves the ends of his mouth. ]

Patrolling or training all night'd be fine, honestly. If it was paperwork, though, I'd be asleep in a heartbeat, so don't you worry about me staying up for that! [ He chuckles quietly, swivelling around to lean back against the machine. ]

[proxysearch]

[She smiles a little.]

You're not the first to tell me that, and you won't be the last. Paperwork is a bore but it keeps my mind focused on something if I have nothing to do.

[beardedveteran]

I'll just have to teach you my extreme paperwork-doing techniques. 's'a good sleeping aid.

[proxysearch]

[She smiles a little more.]

That'd be nice but...I need to stay awake and keep going. I usually have something that needs to be done.

[beardedveteran]

[ He gives a small, weary smile, and takes another sip of coffee. Just watching her is making him feel tired again. ]

Anything I can take over for you, right now? You probably oughta have a break at some point, you know...

[proxysearch]

It's all right. I don't mind the work.

[She shrugs.]

I'm used to running full-tilt when it comes to work. Trust me, though: it's nothing to aspire to be like.

[beardedveteran]

Hey, I'm pretty durable, I might take that as a challenge! [ He jabs a thumb at his chest proudly, then chuckles, dropping the gesture as though to dissolve any pretence he had of seriously taking it up. ]

Can't convince you to take a breather for a minute? Even if you're used to it- you'll still get worn out.

[proxysearch]

[She chuckles as well.]

Hey, I got coffee already. I've taken my break for the morning. I'll take another with lunch, maybe.