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[ halloween may be over, but the tourist still has a little zombie problem. for days after the party, winn walks around the ship half asleep. nobody should be surprised to find him snoozing over his notes in kara's office with a piece of paper stuck to his cheek, wandering the corridors not remembering what he was looking for, or blocking their way to get something in the kitchen because he's just resting his eyes.

there's little cause for concern though, a few days and he's back to normal, once again easily found awake in the middle of the night and hard at work at his various projects. ]

[Late night]

[Fenris, like most people on board the Tourist, doesn't sleep very well. Between his nightmares, his broken shards of memory and the pain from his markings, rest never comes easily to him. It's often he can be found up and about.

Tonight, he's sitting in the dark, reading a book. It's fine, he can see in the dark, it's a Thedosian elf thing. Another Thedosian elf thing is that their eyes reflect the light like cats. So, you know, creepy as fuck. Enjoy that. ]

[During the day]

[At a more reasonable hour, Fenris can be found doing his usual around the ship. Checkin ong and maintaining the weapons (ever vigilant, this one) or occasionally sitting at the kitchen table, practising writing his letters from that big-ass book Kirk got him. He seems especially frustrated with the letter R, if his muttered grumblings in Tevene have anything to say about it. ]

Venhedis, this is impossible.

_{[ Was it so bad that it was like most people for the lot of them? Were they sleepless ship? Probably felt like it, right? He was honestly in a better mood than he had been in awhile, what with Bones now officially within the Fleet, though he always felt that flare of guilt too.

Maybe it was the high that kept him up, and when he couldn't fall asleep (without the help of Remy or one of his other partners), he usually chose to grab some coffee and go run in the gym for a bit. He knew the ship well enough to get by in the dark, not wanting to wake anyone, but that's probably what made him jump so much when he did come across a source of light - from Fenris' eyes that is.

He jumped, slapping a hand across his chest in case his heart decided to jump out too. ]}

Fenris?! What are you doing up?

[The moment Robb sets foot on the Tourist he realizes he should have contacted Kirk first. After a short moment of huffing and moving a hand through his hair he walks on, carefully looking out for anyone who can help him.

Thank the gods he stumbles upon this young man.]

Ah!

[He raises a careful hand in greeting.]

I was wondering if you could help me.

[Fenris glanced up calmly at Kirk jumping out of his skin. Of course, he'd seen the man coming. There might have even been the slightest sound of amusement from him for Kirk's fright. Not that he'd own up to such a thing, of course. ]

Couldn't sleep, so I am reading.

[Not entirely true. He did sleep, the issue was the nightmares that came with it. Danarius might have been dead for years now, but his hold on the elf's mind was still there, even more so while he slept. Fenris doubted he would ever shake off those shackles completely. ]

_{[ He feels like you're amused. He would be too, honestly, so he can't
fault him if he is. You have to have a sense of humor in there somewhere,
Fenris. ]}

Oh, which book?

_{[ His calm recovered, he came closer, leaning slightly in and
squinting in the dim lighting to try and make out the words. ]}

Your night vision must be quite the thing if you can read this in this light.

[Fenris glances at the book, it's one of the really terrible Scotsman romance books he got in a sponsor drop forever ago. It's probably called something terrible like Highland Fling. He clears his throat. ]

Um. It's an old book a friend left to me.

[Technically, Cassandra did leave him a lot of books, so it's not really a lie, right? Just going to...casually move onwards from that. ]

All Thedosian elves can see in the dark. I never really thought about it.

[ strangers on the tourist are a common sight; too many social butterflies on one ship, and winn is helpful by nature, so offering a small cordial smile, he nods. ]

Well now I'm wondering the same, what d'you need?

I am looking for your captain. Ser Kirk?

[The smile on his face is somewhat apologetic.]

I should have announced myself, I know... Things have been rather odd lately. [To say the least...]

[When he wasn't in his room she headed for Kara's office. She was right about him being there and wrong about him being awake. Now what to do? He never sleeps enough so waking him seems cruel, but that is not going to be fun for his neck. She will very carefully and gently phase the paper away though.]

[ ser, there's a face at that he can already see it going right to his captain's head. ]

Things being normal's what's odd. He's probably in his room I can show you. [ offering his hand for a shake. ] I'm Winn, nice to meet you.

[ somewhere deep in dreamland, he senses her presence and wakes up groggily, but not startled. he's tired, yes, but he's also getting over his attack, no longer jumping at every little noise.

blinking his eyes and groaning softly at being woken when he was having such a nice time sleeping, he slowly wills his eyes to look up at her. ]

-llo. [ muttered with the smallest of smiles. ]

[Such a light sleeper.] Hey you. [Keeping her voice low and leaning down to kiss his head.] I'll help you to bed. [Even if it's not really bedtime.]

[ bedtime is any time he's too tired to do anything else, ok! ]

Hmn? Aren't I there? [ his eyes may be open, but his brain has yet to get the message, which is ironic since it's the sender. such a terrible connection, add tuning that up to his to-do list. ]

[Sleep more, Winn. Sleep more.] Kara's office. [Running fingers softly through his hair.]

That explains why this pillow sucks.

[ but getting up..so much resistance. eyes flickering shut again. ]

[She moves around to help him. Thinking maybe Kara's couch is a better idea.] I've got you. [Looping an arm around him for support.]

[ and he wraps an arm around her in return -- and pulls her close. ]

We live here now.

[ with a content sigh. ]

[She can't help but laugh softly. Silly sleep-deprived boyfriend.] Mmmhmm. I'll have our mail forwarded. [Such an old reference for her if the prison hadn't had mail. She gives him a squeeze but then starts shifting toward that couch.]

We get mail? It's not just bills, is it.

[ his mouth gets no help from his head at the moment, things could get interesting. he doesn't fight her, but he isn't exactly helping her along here either, so moving him may be a bit of a pain. ]

[She should have let him get a sore neck apparently.] And junk mail. Come on, handsome. Follow your girlfriend. [She could probably carry him if it really came down to it. She's strong and knows the physics of handling weight distribution, but she doesn't want to jar him into waking up too much.]

[ so harsh. ]

Then screw it.

[ he leans his head against her and tries to follow -- better think fast or he'll end up on the floor though, cuz another thing that fell asleep in his awkward position? his legs. ]

[She still would have massaged it?

When she feels him slipping she adjusts quickly to take on more of his weight, but since she wasn't prepared for it, it makes a pretty terrible long-term solution.]

Winn! [Sorry baby, soft voice time is over.]

[ the urgency in her voice seems to do it - he tries to straighten up but with nothing but a terrible tingling sensation to guide his feet with, he twists his ankle and comes crashing down.

and that finally wakes him up. ]

...ow. [ rubbing his eyes. ] I'm up, I'm up - figuratively - [ slowly trying to move his legs to regain sensation. ]

[She tried to right him to the point of falling with him when it wasn't possible.] Not as intended. [Shifting because that wasn't the most comfortable way to land.] Are you okay?

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