Catching Some Z's [OPEN]
Characters: Neku H. (hedgephones) and anyone on the Way who feels like dropping in
Content: Zombies after Ryoji's brains Winding Way energy drain--and possibly food.
Setting: Winding Way, Kitchens
Time: Today
Warnings: Sleepy spikyhairs + general fail
It had been a very, very quiet few days on the Winding Way, which might have surprised some of the veteran crew considering a certain First Mate was now in charge of the ship.
Neku, however, had neither the tenure nor the energy to worry about it for the moment; he'd somehow wandered his way down to the kitchens in record time (hey, he was getting better at this sense of direction thing--somehow) looking for a snack, tiptoed in quietly (seeing as they seemed to be cleaning)...
In the half-disarray of the place, though, it had been way too difficult to find anything that looked appetizing since he actually had no appetite, and somewhere in all of that he'd lost track of himself and dropped off in a corner of the place--that was where he was now, curled against a set of pots and quite soundly asleep (no thanks to the slow music from his headphones, either).
Content: Zombies after Ryoji's brains Winding Way energy drain--and possibly food.
Setting: Winding Way, Kitchens
Time: Today
Warnings: Sleepy spikyhairs + general fail
It had been a very, very quiet few days on the Winding Way, which might have surprised some of the veteran crew considering a certain First Mate was now in charge of the ship.
Neku, however, had neither the tenure nor the energy to worry about it for the moment; he'd somehow wandered his way down to the kitchens in record time (hey, he was getting better at this sense of direction thing--somehow) looking for a snack, tiptoed in quietly (seeing as they seemed to be cleaning)...
In the half-disarray of the place, though, it had been way too difficult to find anything that looked appetizing since he actually had no appetite, and somewhere in all of that he'd lost track of himself and dropped off in a corner of the place--that was where he was now, curled against a set of pots and quite soundly asleep (no thanks to the slow music from his headphones, either).