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Who: Reeve, Aurelius, & Vincent
Status: Open-ish?
When: 11:45 PM
Where: Sector 4/Sector 5 border
What: Insomniacs unite! A hunt for food and distractions becomes a very odd meetup of people.
Rainy nights were usually conductive to sound, restorative sleep; the thunder and pattering of water on the rooftops was white noise that blurred out everything else. Vincent had ordered him to get two hours of sleep- Reeve had managed almost four. Four hours of tossing, restless sleep punctuated by nightmares that always seemed to slip out of conscious thought as soon as he was startled awake.
After three repetitions of sleeping and waking, he gave it up as a bad job. Sleep just wasn't coming tonight. And while he could have gone to the infirmary and gotten a sedative (like Cait kept trying to get him to do), he'd resisted the idea. Reeve knew himself too well. So sedatives were out and alcohol was in. or at least it would be when he finally got some. Cait meant well, but really- hiding all the liquor was just going a bit too far.
So he was out again, rain plastering his hair to his skull and rolling off his (thankfully waterproofed) leather jacket. The umbrella had been turned inside out almost as soon as he'd gotten out of his car. And while keeping a low profile, he couldn't grab a limo or even one of the smaller WRO transports without giving himself away. His old tennis shoes were squelching inside when he finally reached the one little 24/7 cafe he knew to be open. At least it was warm inside. Reeve shivered and tried to squeeze as much water out of his hair as he could.
This promised to be interesting.
Status: Open-ish?
When: 11:45 PM
Where: Sector 4/Sector 5 border
What: Insomniacs unite! A hunt for food and distractions becomes a very odd meetup of people.
Rainy nights were usually conductive to sound, restorative sleep; the thunder and pattering of water on the rooftops was white noise that blurred out everything else. Vincent had ordered him to get two hours of sleep- Reeve had managed almost four. Four hours of tossing, restless sleep punctuated by nightmares that always seemed to slip out of conscious thought as soon as he was startled awake.
After three repetitions of sleeping and waking, he gave it up as a bad job. Sleep just wasn't coming tonight. And while he could have gone to the infirmary and gotten a sedative (like Cait kept trying to get him to do), he'd resisted the idea. Reeve knew himself too well. So sedatives were out and alcohol was in. or at least it would be when he finally got some. Cait meant well, but really- hiding all the liquor was just going a bit too far.
So he was out again, rain plastering his hair to his skull and rolling off his (thankfully waterproofed) leather jacket. The umbrella had been turned inside out almost as soon as he'd gotten out of his car. And while keeping a low profile, he couldn't grab a limo or even one of the smaller WRO transports without giving himself away. His old tennis shoes were squelching inside when he finally reached the one little 24/7 cafe he knew to be open. At least it was warm inside. Reeve shivered and tried to squeeze as much water out of his hair as he could.
This promised to be interesting.