twelve ► after all

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[The journal picks up the ambient noises of the evening fauna-- soft crickets, a chill breeze, babbling carried by the wind and dying away. Someone's /roof after all that drama.]

Three hundred and four... three hundred and five...

[A sigh.]

Nope, not sleepy yet.

[ooc: open over the journals or in person B) Tags will come later tonight. Hopefully.]

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Dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Lloyd...?

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Huh? Oh... hey, Allen.

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Hello.

Are you all right?

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Yeah, I'm fine. [He lacks the usual energy.] I was trying to get some sleep, but I guess it's not happening. What about you?

dictated;

[save_the_souls]

Oh...I can understand that.

No sleep for me yet, I'm still on shift at the clinic. [Pulling double shifts since this lobster fiasco started yaaay]

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Still? You should take a break so you don't fall over. [Kind of hypocritical coming from Lloyd who hasn't slept since Colette was admitted BUT HEY.]

[wilder]

[Zelos is kinda not surprised at this, considering Colette. Not that he cares or anything, he just happens to be on the same roof okay? Standing a bit behind him, who knows how long he's been here. He finally decides to speak up when Lloyd loses count.]

Your counting's pretty good, at least.

[gentleidealist]

[FUCKING STALKER WHEN DID YOU GET THERE

Lloyd startles and nearly jumps off the roof... but he has more self control than that. Just barely.]

Jeez! Don't you know not to sneak up on people like that?!

[wilder]

[He rolls his eyes and scoffs]

Bud, it's not sneaking if you're just oblivious to your surroundings.

[gentleidealist]

No, you're just sneaky.

[But he doesn't really mean that in a... mean way. He's just irritated and tired and worried. He flumps down onto the roof again, legs crossed.]

Colette's still asleep, huh...

[wilder]

Whatever. Attach a bell to me or something if it's that much of a problem.

[He'll walk over and sit down next to Lloyd with a sigh]

Yep. Least one of us is getting some sleep.

[gentleidealist]

[He doesn't bother with a retort. These two are peas in a pod at the moment.] Other people have been waking up, but she's still... [Lloyd falls silent, clenching his fists into the loose folds of his pants.]

[siebter]

Why are you counting if you want to sleep?

[gentleidealist]

[a pause] Oh, journal's open...

If I count enough stars, I'll get bored and sleepy. That's the way it's supposed to work, anyway...

[siebter]

Wow, I didn't even know there were that many stars!

[gentleidealist]

You can't see them? [There's a worried frown in his voice. Blindness isn't unheard of, but he feels sorry for anyone who can't see the night sky.]

[siebter]

I saw them a few times, but I didn't count them...

[gentleidealist]

There's more stars than you can count, but that's okay. It's prettier that way.

[heloise]

Are you counting sheep?

[gentleidealist]

[a little shyly] Stars, actually.

/dictated

[cricketycricket]

... Are you alright, Lloyd?

dictated forever;

[gentleidealist]

Doctor--? Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't get bit or anything.

[But he sounds bothered, a touch darker and focused.]

[cricketycricket]

Mm.

[a moment later, a wild TARDIS materializes on the roof and Five simply opens the door and raises his eyebrows at him, patiently]

[gentleidealist]

[Talk about a loud noise. When the TARDIS is done materializing, Lloyd's already on his feet, rather startled.]

Uh... Nice of you to drop in?

[cricketycricket]

[he simply smiles, as though he didn't just scare the crap out of the poor kid, and steps out into the night air, closing the door behind him]

In my experience, anyone with a need to count sheep, as it were, isn't exactly fine.