Sleepover before the storm

[attheclocktower]

Characters: [OU] Xion, Excalibur, and whoever comes
Setting: Floor 101
Format: Whatever floats your boat
Summary: It's the night before the infiltration. People are plotting, discussing, and Xion has brought a Dream Eater so those who want to try to get a good night's sleep have a marginally higher chance of doing so. So in short it's a Tower-flavored sleepover. Bring your own pillows.
Warnings: Nothing in the top level. Will try to edit if anything changes but if something comes up in one of your threads make sure to add a warning in the subject line

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[Standard mingle post procedure. Make your top levels. Tag around. Have fun. Or not, this is Animus after all.

Notes will have been passed out and quiet discussion gone around by word of mouth, just saying that several people were spending the night in the hidden floor. Anybody who spoke to Xion would have been told that she's trying to figure out a way everybody can get a good night's sleep. You'll need to supply your own blankets and pillows but... hey, at least if you have trouble sleeping, you'll have company?

Note that any characters who sleep on the Hidden Floor, if they normally suffer from nightmares will likely have notably lessened or absent nightmares (up to your discretion) owing to the Dream Eater that Xion has brought with.]

Comments

[oathshackledbird]

[For the first time, a hint of something a littler sterner enters Diarmuid's voice. He doesn't stop what he's doing, but his actions become a little jerkier.]

You do and those things are settling back down and sleeping. Just because you aren't going down doesn't mean you can skip out. You need to be alert tomorrow. If something goes wrong and there is need to defend those left up here or even send out a rescue, we need your mind as clear as possible.

[fionnuisce]

[Waver frowned, but more or less seemed to give up on arguing the point.]

...didn't need to treat me like a child.

[oathshackledbird]

[That little bit of give is all it takes to knock all of the sternness out of Diarmuid's voice and actions.]

I'm not treating you like a child. I'm treating you like the man I love who unfortunately tends to ignore his own well-being in favor of other things. If you won't keep an eye on yourself, someone has to. It's something I have no problem doing.

[Cliff Notes: Want him to stop? It will only happen if Waver starts taking care of himself. Properly.]

[fionnuisce]

...tch.

[Hard to argue when it's put like that, really.]

It isn't my fault I have so much to do and not enough time in which to do it.

[oathshackledbird]

It's called asking for help.

[Diarmuid seems happy with how well Waver is tucked in, finally, and moves to sit near the bed.]

You have me and how many others in the Tower to assist you. You don't have to do it all yourself.

[fionnuisce]

I don't need help, I just need not to be interrupted.

[Waver propped up his head on one hand, continuing to frown in Diarmuid's direction.]

[oathshackledbird]

And here I thought we were partners...

[If it seems like there is a hurt look in Diarmuid's eyes...Waver's not imagining it.]

[fionnuisce]

...fuck. [That hand was pressed against Waver's face as he realized the implications of what he'd said.]

I didn't...mean it like that.

[oathshackledbird]

I know...but misstating things like that is exactly why you need to slow down.

[Diarmuid shifts so he is sitting closer to Waver before reaching for the man's hand to pull it away from his face. He then smiles gently, the hurt gone from his eyes. The words had stung for a moment, but he knows Waver better than that.]

Not everyone can read you as well as I can. I know Reno seems pretty worried about you from what he said to me earlier...

[fionnuisce]

[Waver squeezed Diarmuid's hand lightly in an almost automatic motion as he listened.]

...Wait, what? What did he say?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid returns the hand squeeze and then shrugs.]

Something about us being on the skids--whatever that means--and you shouting at him and probably needing a talking to about something or the other...

[fionnuisce]

Not quite a phrase I'm familiar with, but I did mention the recent unpleasantness with Grainne. That's probably part of what he's on about.

[oathshackledbird]

That would make sense since he was asking me a lot of questions about it. But...this isn't really the time to talk about personal issues. We have to focus on the infiltration itself.

[Diarmuid pauses and then gives Waver a serious look.]

But I am going to break my own rule for a moment and ask you if we are okay. We aren't on the skids--whatever it exactly means--are we?

[fionnuisce]

You're right. But for the moment, we may as well cover the issue while we have the chance. Presuming it's a negative, I hadn't thought we were. ...Did you?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shakes his head, bringing Waver's hand to his mouth to press a quick kiss to it.]

I didn't think so either. You weren't willing to let me go and I was unwilling to let you go. I thought those decisions had pretty much settled things...

[fionnuisce]

Of course. I'm not so selfless as to just back down when someone like her shows up. I don't think Reno knows what he's talking about.

[oathshackledbird]

Good point. I wonder...

[He gives Waver a thoughtful look.]

Do you think 'skids' is even a real word? Maybe he just made it up to confuse us...

[fionnuisce]

I'm sure it's a real word. Fuck if I understand what he's talking about, though.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shrugs.]

I suppose it doesn't really matter if it is a real word or only a real word in Reno-ese. As long as everything is okay with us, that is all that matters. He can take his skids and shove them...

[fionnuisce]

...We're not, right? You haven't changed your mind at all?

[oathshackledbird]

I haven't changed my mind and never will.

[A mischievous grin suddenly lights up Diarmuid's face.]

Though, if you need more proof, I could always kiss you...

[fionnuisce]

N-not right now, do you see how many people are here?

[oathshackledbird]

Well, yes...

[Diarmuid's grin widens even as he tries to put an innocent look on his face.]

...but most of them are sleeping...

[Or at least doing a good job of trying to look like they are...]

[fionnuisce]

Absolutely not, damn it.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid sighs, his expression shifting from one of innocence to one of mock long-suffering.]

All right, but you owe me. Now, will you please get some rest?