Night 46: M81-90 Hallway

[vstheworld]

"Hzhwzut?!" Scott jerked awake, unconsciously kicking the blanket off his bed as the intercom crackled out and the door clicked open. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling with groggy, half-open eyes. 

How long had he slept? Scott tried to remember. He vaguely recalled being woken on the couch in the Sun Room and told to stop snoring. When he thought hard enough, he could hear a nurse in his mind, telling him to come along for dinner. Even the prospect of food hadn't been enough to keep him from falling right back asleep, apparently. Why had he been so tired all of a sudden? It almost felt as though Christmas had come and sucker punched him in the face. Usually only copious amounts of turkey could make him so tired. Well, during the day, anyway. 

Funnily enough, he could smell cold turkey somewhere nearby. Scott narrowed his eyes. "I'm on to your game, Landel." 

Scott sat up quickly and immediately regretted it. "Owowow sleep headache..." He stumbled out of his bed toward the closet. It was night, wasn't it? He was going to need his ass-kicking implements. After changing into his real clothes (and after realizing his shirt was inside out and fixing that), Scott grabbed his pipe, flashlight, and the various little tools he had taken to putting in his jacket pockets. With that all ready, Scott rubbed his eyes, yawned, and headed out for the night.   

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in M82

[donetakinorders.livejournal.com]

Damn, when his roommate slept, the guy didn't fool around. He'd been passed out when Raph had arrived for dinner and been that way ever since, regardless of any attempts to wake him including Raphael getting bored and yelling in his ear to see if that worked. But that got nothing. Not even a roll-over-and-cover-head-with-pillow reaction. Either the guy was dead - unlikely 'cause he was breathing and all - or he was almost as good as blocking things out as Leonardo was when meditating.

Raph was tempted to stick around and try getting the guy up or at least seeing if there was anything wrong, but then he remembered his meeting. And the stupid mission they had (seriously, a library? Who did he look like; Donny?). Pinky'd never let him live it down if she beat him to the meeting point, so he'd better get his shell moving if he wanted to get there before her.

Sparing his roommate one final glance, he slipped out the door.

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Re: in M82

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Tim didn't remember falling asleep. As a matter of fact, he didn't remember coming back to the room. What the hell was with this place, anyway?

It was easy to figure out that night had fallen. Raphael was nowhere to be seen, so he guessed that was about it for whatever ninja tricks the guy had. It would have to wait until tomorrow. Well, fine.

He felt like he'd been asleep forever, and his mind was all...fuzzy. Well, that sure wasn't going to do. He'd just have to go out there and make sure he stayed with the program. If he didn't, things would get ugly fast. Maybe he'd run into a friend, maybe not. Either way, he'd be all right.

Probably.

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