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[theboogieman]

Who: Zhas & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: A few days after that planet is in range.

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[what is it about public network forums that invite sleep-deprived people to post weird, existential questions at three in the morning? but one insomniac has it bad this week, and the forest has not been playing well with his already-tenuous grip on reality.]

what are your dreams like?

[so, who else is awake at this hour?]

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[and if anyone on the SS Red Fish is also still milling around this late (or morning), they can find Zhas at the kitchen table, slumped over a bunch of star charts, trying to take notes and compare to a book he has open. his face paint is a little smudged on one side, maybe from his constantly trying to prop his head up against his hand.]

Comments

[greensights]

Grim, mostly.

[theboogieman]

is that unusual?

[feathery]

dumb
and also very dream like

[theboogieman]

what's 'dumb' in this case

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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Arthur saw the text on the network when he woke up out of a dead sleep, disturbed by a dream, and scrolled through the network for a distraction. He was planning on answering it after he got a snack, but lo and behold, there is the man himself. He wanders in to rummage through the cabinets, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, barefoot with his hair smooshed on one side of his head.]

What are you doing? [he asks curiously, sparing him a tired glance.]

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[theboogieman]

[what a pretty pair they make. his coat is folded neatly over the back of the chair he's sitting in, but he's still dressed like he's ready for the day. he's got shoes on and everything.

he doesn't really react with Arthur walks in, running a hand through is own hair and scratching distractedly at his scalp.]

Mmrhm... [a very profound answer. he looks up, briefly, before looking back down again.] ...Learning. Something... [mumble mumble, man he sounds kind of out of it.]

[outstandingbalance]

[What is with these questions lately.]

Mostly, they're not like anything. Not that I remember anyway.

[theboogieman]

[hey, the night-bloggers have to do something...]

it's normal to forget, right?

[child_of_bhaal]

[She sleeps better now that she has a permanent person keeping her company, but that doesn't mean she sleeps great. She's up at the ungodly hour, and shuffles into the kitchen looking sleepy, rumpled, and a little strained.

She isn't at all surprised to see Zhas there. In fact, it's like a balm to walk in the kitchen and see him at this hour. She comes up, touches him on the shoulder and signs: Coffee? As in, does he want some, cuz she's making it.]

[theboogieman]

[he looks up when she enters, his exhaustion-heavy gaze finally finding a little bit of clarity. he hadn't been expecting her to be here, at least not consciously... but it's still kind of a relief that she's shown up.

maybe he'd been hoping to see his late-night friend without realizing it. he nods, looking back down at his papers, because he might as well commit to a full night.

she can see the basics of what he's doing over his shoulder--nothing crazy, just some basic star charting and attempted labeling of computer-prints of the previous solar system.]

[robitussin]

weird

your turn

[theboogieman]

exhausting

sounds like it's not unusual.

[astrobleme]

Why do you want to know?

[theboogieman]

because i've never had anyone to ask before.

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[interstices]

Repetitive.

Why?

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[theboogieman]

i was just wondering if mine are like other people's.

[survivra]

I don't dream. Why do you care? Are you going to tell us all what they mean for our futures, or some deeply held secret or other?

[theboogieman]

nothing like that. i've just never been around other people who dream.

[leftonjakku]

Too short.

I can't ever really remember them either.

[theboogieman]

but you like them?

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[mortalcoil]

[whether he goes wandering because he'd seen Zhas' message on the network or because he would have been doing so anyway, Coil ends up meandering into the kitchen without seeming surprised to see Zhas there.

he's in his usual nighttime clothes--which is basically an Atroma-brand tank top, his softest pair of jeans, and bare feet--but that doesn't necessarily have anything to do with whether or not he'd been planning on getting any sleep that night. while he covers up a yawn, he wanders over to peer at what his friend is working on so late at night.]

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[theboogieman]

[Zhas glances up when Coil walks in, but he's quick to settle back into whatever notes he was taking. he's dressed in casual clothes, his coat folded up on the seat behind him--but he still has shoes on, so who knows if he ever planned on sleeping or not.

Zhas catches the yawn as Coil gets closer, and winds up leaning away from his work so that Coil can look over it anyway. he's not particularly proud of what's been done so far, but it looks like he's trying to label the stars on a printed star-chart of the previous system, going off of a couple reference charts and one book on star-mapping.

'not good work,' he admits, stopping to scratch his scalp. signing with one hand, 'helpful, maybe?']

[reek]

Far and few between.

[ He hasn't been sleeping much recently. ]

[theboogieman]

[welcome to the club, friend.]

probably for the best.

[athru]

What are yours like?

[theboogieman]

strange and exhausting. confusing.

drowning, things falling apart, wandering long hallways, except that's too clear a picture to really describe them.

[poisoninmypocket]

Do you mean literal dream or aspirations?

[theboogieman]

literal. aspirations should be "leave".

[he means "leave the Drift Fleet", but that could be misconstrued...]

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[stefanged]

Nonsensical, mainly.

There's a theory that your dreams are your brain's way of sorting out what happens during the day. Or sorting anything that's really on your mind. If that's the case, I should seriously stop reading mysteries.

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[theboogieman]

[by that theory, he should probably stop being a vampire hunter with a crazy melting mother-figure and boatloads of related guilt. but he can't exactly go chatting about that with strangers.]

maybe my brain has a lot to work through. it might be less exhausting if I knew it was for a reason.