A Sleepless First Night

[aleifr]

Who: Aleifr and anyone who chances upon him
What: Insomnia-Driven Wanderings
Where: Various places around P90
When: Night One
Warnings/Notes: Nothing at present, but I'll update if that changes

It’s clear fairly early on that Aleifr’s first night on Piper 90 would be a restless one.

Simply put: He didn’t like it here.

He didn’t like the fact that he was a dozens floors off the ground in some metal monstrosity, feeling the vibrations of it's slow, steady movements like the faintest tremor of one of Fenris's summer quakes.

He didn’t like the distant engine noises, or the echoing footsteps of boots on metal. He was used to near silence at night; gently whistling winds carrying the soft crackle of a campfire or the murmurs of a distant conversation. If a night got that loud on Fenris, it was either feast day revelery, or you needed to be on your feet with an axe in your hand.

He didn’t like that he was trapped here. He didn’t like that he’d been dragged here against his will on someone’s whim. He didn’t like that he had no idea why either. He didn't know if there was even an ounce of truth in the rat-faced man's story about the near end of the world, or what the hell part he was supposed to play in that design if it was. He fucking hated that there was nothing that he could do about it.

He didn’t like sleeping alone, either. Wasn’t used to it anymore.

He’d still made an effort, if only so he wouldn’t be sleep deprived while dealing with whatever tomorrow brings. He might have been able to find an hour or two if he was on his own furs, but even the bed worked against him. It was too damned soft, and no matter which way he lay he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was sinking into it.

Needless to say, sleep didn’t come. All he did was toss and turn for a few hours until he grew sick of it.

He decided he needed to do something. Walk. Memorize his surroundings, get something to eat, something to drink … Busy himself until sleep started to sound appealing again, really. Anything but lay around in that fucking bed that clearly wasn't made with someone his size in mind.

So he put on the jumpsuit that was given to him -- that at least fit -- and decided to walk the halls. It felt ... strangely dreamlike, honestly. Maybe it's the fact that he's tired, maybe it's all so alien to him that it doesn't seem real ... he doesn't know.

He doesn't want to dwell on it, honestly.

Anyone who happens to be awake can find him. He’s not a hard man to spot. Maybe they catch him as they exit his room. Maybe they find him in the halls, wandering around and trying to commit landmarks to memory so that he has some rough picture of the place in his head to navigate by.

He’s awake for a good, long while that night. Plenty of opportunity.

Comments

[greyerrant]

Loken finds him as he steps out of the gym, and looks at Aleifr. He sizes him up, and rumbles, "You lost, or just unable to rest?"

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday is coming in from a surreptitious smoke, trailing tobacco smell behind her, when she sees yet another unreasonably large dude wandering around the rig, looking dazed the way everyone does once they've been unleashed from intake's gentle clutches. She hasn't been sleeping well herself, and while Guts claims the cigarette smoke doesn't wake him up, she also doesn't believe him. And anyway, upstairs in the fresh air is better than down here in recirculated.

So she steps up to where he can see her, waving.

"Hey. New here?"

Saturday is very small five feet one inch - and very densely muscled. He may see pointed ears under her mop of black hair, but her height and her face - strong bones, not delicate - argue against her being the kind of elf he's familiar with. That, and she isn't insulting anyone or trying to murder them.

"I'm Saturday."

[greyaria]

Day and night don't mean much to an on-call doctor, and Emily's on the way back from an emergency surgery, drinking from an aluminum water bottle that she's enhanced with some cheerful flower stickers she found in the back of a drawer in the robotics lab. Unfortunately, her scrubs ended the entire affair utterly covered in blood--boy, do arteries spray everywhere!--and she's changed back into the much less comfortable New Hire jumpsuit.

She smiles up at Aleifr, a new face, even if it is a scowling one. "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water?"

[garmr]

No weapons. No armor. Not even his own clothes. A few hours into the night, Guts can be found hunched over the too-small sink of his room, using opposite mirrors to take a look at the back of his neck.

The protective charm was gone. Vanished or washed out on arrival - it doesn't matter. It was a horrifying realization that cemented in the fact that he wasn't going to sleep that night. Even if he knew for certain he'd be safe, his body was all too used to the nightly ritual he'd done for two years. His eyes would stay peeled open until dawn, no matter how long he stayed in bed.

His fingers reach up touch the rune carved into his skin, wondering what the hell he was going to do now, until a shadow passes the corner of his eye. The New Hires' rooms had their doors left open, making it easy to see inside (and vice-versa). An all-too-attentive tension grips his face even as he recognizes the face of the man he spotted.

[xrater]

Alia doesn't sleep. Not more than she has to, and she doesn't have to more than every few days. She fills her nights with small things. Cleaning up. Working in the robotics lab. Running errands for whatever worker manages to catch her this late at night.

It's better than staring at a wall. And she doesn't have the computers at hand to (safely) explore the networks.

Now, though, she's on her way back to the robotics lab, to tweak a small project she had going. She'd thought the others were all asleep, so running into Aleifr in these cramped halls is a bit of a surprise for her. Just like her softly glowing eyes might be a bit of a surprise for him.

Still, not too bothered after the initial shock, she plants her hands on her hips, craning her neck to look up at him. He's almost a foot taller than her and awfully big for a human. But he was breathing and that was a distinct heat signature there, so... "I didn't know we had bears wandering the halls at night," she comments with in a wry tone.

[greatlyexaggerated]

Cain's just walking back to his quarters from an hour of washing dishes, which he hasn't had to do in... quite some time, let's say. He smells extremely strongly of diswashing soap and harsh chemicals, and his hands are all scrubbed pink. It's a late hour and he's mentally tired, which is why, when he sees Aleifr, his brain-to-mouth filter is a little more lax.

"Good God-Emperor, what do they feed you?" Cain remarks, staring up. Then winces slightly when he hears what comes out of his mouth, but it's a little late to retract that.

[valkywhee]

If you're wandering the corridors at night and run into Nora, you know you're into so-late-it's-early territory, at least if she doesn't strongly resemble a small, red-haired zombie.

"Morning!" She waves at Aleifr as they draw closer. "You're up early."

[morebetter]

Mac, too, has found himself beset by uncharacteristic insomnia. It's not that he's never had a rough night before; it's just that since he was about ten, he's been able to just drink himself to sleep. Here at the rig, where alcohol is being meted out to him on a "so you don't get the shakes" prescription regimen and no amount of whining (he's tried a lot) (for many hours) (so many hours) will get Nurse Special K* to deviate from the schedule, Mac's left to just like, sit with himself. At night. Listening to Ben snore and feeling the pressure of the walls slowly bend inwards on him, hearing his own heartbeat in his ears like what he imagines a heavy metal concert would be like.

"Hey! Hey-o!" As he wanders the halls, he notices that guy who looks like you supersized the beardy dude from Lord of the Rings. It's not that he's looking for Aleifr or anything, but it's a sign of life and the possibility of being distracted from the frustrated ennui of a night waiting for an unrested morning doing jumping jacks for that piece-of-shit Planker. Aleifr is, as a mostly unknown entity, compellingly full of possibilities. Sure, they didn't get along when Mac tried to unionize, but Mac's greatest virtue is (obviously) his benevolent, forgiving nature. Like Jesus, really. Jesus with cool tattoos.

He saunters on over, wearing his uniform (sleeves cut off in an almost charmingly incompetent way) but also the flip-flops they give people here with apocalyptic warnings of athlete's foot. The make little smacking sounds against the floor, which is fine, because Mac wasn't trying for stealth. If he were, you'd know. Or you wouldn't! That'd be more stealthier, when he thinks about it.

"This place suck or what?"

*Total bitch and wildly unreasonable.