[~*~FURRET BUDDIES~*~. It's like a late-night sleepover, except with more terror and it's over long-distance instead of under a blanket tent.]
H-hey, Rise!
[Heather grinned, trying her best to look like it was another casual late-night 'lol look at me, I'm totally awake! Haha, aren't I wacky?' conversation.]
You can't sleep either?
[No eldritch abominations had come lumbering up out of that fog outside her little hollow yet, and she didn't think any WOULD, but she just couldn't shake that calm-before-the-storm feeling. It wasn't that it was unusual to get that feeling after .... these nightmares, but... this time it almost felt tangible.]
[ the advantage of being an idol (or the disadvantage) is getting used to being up at all kinds of odd hours. While she doesn't appear to be her perky, playful self, Rise for the most part appears to be alert. And oddly tense, but she smiles back easily. ]
No... maybe it's just one of those nights, you know? I didn't think anyone else would be up, though.
[ of course she's curious. Is she going to ask? ... Normally, yes, but with Heather, she knows better than to pry. ]
[Heather's quite the night-owl, but one effect Route, the constant physical traveling (no buses? ARRRRRG), and the fact that she couldn't just flick on the lights in the house and flop back down to watch TV when the sun set, had all had on her was enforcing a slightly more normal sleep schedule.]
If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that there's always somebody awake.
[Trying to pry into Heather's affairs was often futile an frustrating. Of the few here who'd tried, Otacon was likely the only one who'd succeeded... and after finding out what was really up, he... just might have regretted it. ~*~TMI~*~.]
Yeah.... I hate fog, personally... so this is like... the worst weather ever. [She'd RATHER have rain, to be totally honest. At least then she'd just me miserable, not miserable and tense as a violin string wound too tight.]
We don't get much fog where I'm from. Smog, mostly. But yeah, this is pretty bad.
I...woke up. And, er, couldn't get back to sleep. [What a marvelous understatement. Don't pretend like you didn't sit around hyperventilating for thirty minutes because when you have nightmares, Phoenix, you have NIGHTMARES.]
Fog's kind of the trademark weather pattern in my neck of the woods. Nasty stuff...
N'yeah, me too.
[She hadn't hyperventilated so much as sat very still for a long period of time, eyes wide open and ears straining to hear any foreign sound. Like some kind of awkward, gangly rabbit.]
[Surprise surprise Heather, James actually still awake. He hadn't exactly been able to sleep himself. The fog had been plague him much like it had in that damned town. A memory he really didn't want to think about--especially since he had Mary back...]
[Which is the funny thing, he thought he'd be so happy with her here but there was just something... Wrong. Maybe it wasn't the weird weather that was keeping him up, or the odd feelings he had been experiencing since it's arrival, but something else.]
Heather, I'm up... Are you okay? You look pale.
[James doesn't have much room to talk, he looks as though he's been without sleep for a day or two and could really use some rest.]
[Oh dude what he's actually awake! It's been awhile since Heather's seen her Silent Hill survivor bro, and they both look sort of worse for the wear. When his face comes up on the screen, she looks surprised, then grins sort of sheepishly.]
Hey! I-- uh, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't wake you up, did I?
[Though James didn't really wanna say why exactly. He was a grown man and as much as nightmares effected everyone... Well, he was a grown man, it wasn't exactly the manly thing to admit that scary dreams were keeping you up.]
I'm fine. So uh, this weather... It's pretty umm.. familiar isn't it?
Oh... okay, good. [The funny thing is that in a less worrisome situation, she wouldn't have apologized for waking him up at all. In fact, she'd probably have been incredibly obnoxious about it. But right now, things were weighing on her just as heavily as the fog was.]
Yeah... actually, that's why I wanted to talk...
I um... I've been thinking about that place a lot.
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... Heather?
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H-hey, Rise!
[Heather grinned, trying her best to look like it was another casual late-night 'lol look at me, I'm totally awake! Haha, aren't I wacky?' conversation.]
You can't sleep either?
[No eldritch abominations had come lumbering up out of that fog outside her little hollow yet, and she didn't think any WOULD, but she just couldn't shake that calm-before-the-storm feeling. It wasn't that it was unusual to get that feeling after .... these nightmares, but... this time it almost felt tangible.]
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No... maybe it's just one of those nights, you know? I didn't think anyone else would be up, though.
[ of course she's curious. Is she going to ask? ... Normally, yes, but with Heather, she knows better than to pry. ]
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If there's one thing I've learned in my life, it's that there's always somebody awake.
[Trying to pry into Heather's affairs was often futile an frustrating. Of the few here who'd tried, Otacon was likely the only one who'd succeeded... and after finding out what was really up, he... just might have regretted it. ~*~TMI~*~.]
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Huh...?
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Well HOWDY.
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Umm... You sent out a call?
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I wanted to prove my theory that other people were awake.
And I did!
Hallelujah.
[She's... kind of overcompensating, but she really, really wants to forget about those bad dreams...]
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[HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE BUDDIES GO]
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So what're you doin' up so late, Lawyer-Man?
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I...woke up. And, er, couldn't get back to sleep. [What a marvelous understatement. Don't pretend like you didn't sit around hyperventilating for thirty minutes because when you have nightmares, Phoenix, you have NIGHTMARES.]
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N'yeah, me too.
[She hadn't hyperventilated so much as sat very still for a long period of time, eyes wide open and ears straining to hear any foreign sound. Like some kind of awkward, gangly rabbit.]
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[Which is the funny thing, he thought he'd be so happy with her here but there was just something... Wrong. Maybe it wasn't the weird weather that was keeping him up, or the odd feelings he had been experiencing since it's arrival, but something else.]
Heather, I'm up... Are you okay? You look pale.
[James doesn't have much room to talk, he looks as though he's been without sleep for a day or two and could really use some rest.]
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Hey! I-- uh, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't wake you up, did I?
[... And then...]
... You don't look so good, yourself...
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[Though James didn't really wanna say why exactly. He was a grown man and as much as nightmares effected everyone... Well, he was a grown man, it wasn't exactly the manly thing to admit that scary dreams were keeping you up.]
I'm fine. So uh, this weather... It's pretty umm.. familiar isn't it?
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Yeah... actually, that's why I wanted to talk...
I um... I've been thinking about that place a lot.
Y'know.
[He'd know.]
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Problems?
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[Like hell she's gonna tell a still-near-stranger about her nightmares.]
You?
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That's... special.
Good for you, I guess. You get to enjoy this nasty-ass fog.
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