INSOMINA MEME

[eise]

It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

i n s t r u c t i o n s

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o p t i o n s

01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

Comments

[turn4bout]

2

[urnewkingbitch]

[Goddamn it, for some reason Dave is fucking starving. Groaning, he gets out of bed to meander into the kitchen to get something.

Cookies. Yes, he has a random urge to bake delicious caramel filled chocolate chip cookies.

Oh, shit, the cookie sheet clatters on the floor. Hopefully that doesn't wake anybody!]

[turn4bout]

[ There's a secondary CRASHBANGCLATTER noise from a nearby cabinet following Dave's cookie sheet debacle, which is chased by an emphasized "FUCK!" from the same cabinet.

Because, while Terezi has access to all the troll bedding materials she'd need (sopor slime or a pile of shitty stuff if she wants to mix things up), nothing beats falling asleep in randomass places. Especially when they are dark or tiny.

Unfortunately, it means she has to put up with this bullshit at stuped in the night (it was hard being nocturnal in Wonderland, man). ]

Who the fuck-- [ She climbs out of the cabinet, catching scent of the culprit. ]

Dave?

[urnewkingbitch]

[GODDAMN IT. Dave jumps a bit at the sudden noise, and is slightly surprised to see Terezi there.

This is awkward.]

Yo, TZ. I didn't think you'd make the kitchen your bedroom for the night.

[turn4bout]

Yeah, well, I didn't think you'd be making-- [ sniff, sniff ] cookies? When I was trying to sleep. [ She yawns, trying to rub the sleep off her face. It's not working. ]

Seems like tonight's the night for surprises.

[urnewkingbitch]

I'm a pro at late-night baking. Haven't you watched me from your computer long enough to know that I just don't sleep?

[He's getting back to mixing the dough as he talks.]

[turn4bout]

[ She drifts over lazily, sniffing at things here and there. ] Yeah, but you usually kept to one place. Kinda boring to watch, actually. [ yawn. she rests her head on his shoulder, "watching" him mix. ]

[urnewkingbitch]

Okay, that's a good point.

[He starts taking smallish clumps out of the mixed dough to place on the cookie sheet. He might need another one with this amount of dough.]

You trolls ever have cookies where you're from? 'Cause I'm gonna be sorely disappointed if you've never had caramel chocolate chip cookies before.

[turn4bout]

[ Terezi snakes her hands around him to steal the dough off the cookie sheet. Don't worry, only one sheet will be enough at this rate. ] I can assure you, I've never had Strider cookies. Which makes all the difference.

10 for maximum awkwardness

[hamburellakind]

[Maybe it was a particularly hot and heavy makeout session with Dave. Maybe Santana wore something tube-top-esque. Maybe he'd accidentally let some of those porno magazines fall open. Whatever the case was, John was too ahem to sleep, and well...

It's gross! Okay! He's not doing that again if he doesn't have to!

So instead, John's trying to take a page out of Ron Burgundy's book-- he's walking it off. With a pillow on his crotch. Totally inconspicuous, right here.]

[turn4bout]

[ It's late, and Terezi has difficult sleeping at night as it is. She's built to be nocturnal, but with the weak sun, and due the fact that her friends are up during the day, she's had to change her patterns. Which is weird, and often leads to 3 AM strolls through the mansion.

This particular stroll brings her to a very curious smell. Spicy-heat and embarrassment and John. Sounds like an interesting story. ]

John, why are you roaming the halls with a fluffy sleep device?

[hamburellakind]

[OH GOD, NO.]

Nothing! Nothing is happening! There is no answer to your question!

I am...sleepwalking.

Yup.

[Which would explain why is voice is so unnaturally high all of a sudden, right?]

[turn4bout]

Well, then, maybe I should sleepescort you to sleepwalk off a sleepcliff. Maybe that'll wake you up.

[hamburellakind]

No! I'd just die.

[He's gonna close his eyes and hope this tricks her into BELIEVING THE ILLUSION.]

I just want to go to my bed and actually sleep rather than being all walky like this.

[turn4bout]

I don't know... Aren't people supposed to be extremely susceptible to ideas when they're asleep? I want to test it out before sending you to your ridiculous bedthing.

[hamburellakind]

[Shit.]

...Okay.

[He hopes his wince wasn't too obvious, there.]

[turn4bout]

[ So you know what? Terezi is getting all up in John's business, mouth to his ear in order to whisper: ]

Dye your hair the color of cotton candy.

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[stealsluck]

[Normally Vriska would sooner die than come to Terezi for help. But with so few trolls around and with her think pan swarmed with conflicting thoughts, she finds herself with little choice.

Barging into your room here, Terezi]

Wakey wakey, Pyrope!

[turn4bout]

[ Terezi's deep in her massiveass pile of Scalemates, snoozing like a little wiggler. There is drool. Everywhere.

But SUDDENLY...................................................................

There is a threat, and Terezi's immediate response upon startling to awakeness is to fucking PUNT one of the dampest, slobber-encrusted Scalebeasts at the intruder.

[stealsluck]

[Vriska easily dodges the plush projectile, rolling her eyes even as Terezi can't see her]

Quit throwing your shit at me, Pyrope, I'd rather not be here either. But I can't sleep and you're going to distract me until the thing that's stopping me from sleeping goes away.

[What, you didn't think she was ACTUALLY going to spill her guts here?]

[turn4bout]

Oh my fuck, Serket. I am not coming out of this pile. [ Despite that, she peeks her head out to sniff in Vriska's general direction. The rest of her is not coming out. Because it is warm and cozy and fuck Vriska. Also yawning right now. ]

So, what's the thing that's stopping you from sleeping? Is it consciousness? Because a good drubbing to the horns will get rid of that!

[stealsluck]

[More eye-rolling]

Hilarious. But no. I just figured, what's going to put me to sleep and I immediately thought of you and your bullshit. Figure it shouldn't take long to get to Snoozeville from here.

[turn4bout]

Well, unfortunately for you-- fresh outta bullshit. [ She ducks back into her pile. ]

Go bother John or something.

[stealsluck]

[That draws a short laugh]

That's a lie. When are you ever out of bullshit? Anyway, I don't want to bother John. I want to bother you. That's why I'm here.

[turn4bout]

...You've got five minutes before I promptly go back to sleep, whether or not you're still here or still bitching. Go.