debonairmonk (debonairmonk) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-09 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, drake liu, nathaniel porter |
for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come
Who: Drake, Nate
What: Drake fell asleep. Oops.
Where: On a bench in the bazaar district
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Rating: G for now
Status: Complete~
His last patrol of the week had just ended, which normally would be cause for celebration - a few days without anything to do hadn't happened since the docks fiasco after all - but because he'd been so busy as of late, there were still errands to run. Fortunately, he could get everything he needed in the Bazaar district and then take the nearest crystal home, where he could then crash and not move for the foreseeable future.
If this was what being EKP meant, he was glad he had turned that role down. What with all of the patrol shifts he'd taken up and the missing EKP officer, sleep was rare to come by, and if there was one thing that Drake prized above all else, it was getting exactly enough rest. But, sadly, that hadn't been something he'd been able to do for over a week now.
By the time he'd finished his errands, his arms were covered in bags, and he had no idea why. In fact, if he was honest, he didn't even remember hitting any of the stores, let alone buying anything. Confused, he continued down the street, dodging exuberant shoppers and nodding at people he knew, mostly acquaintances, until he came across an empty bench. Yawning, he sat down and lethargically pawed through one of the bags. A book, some scrolls, and what looked to be a scrap of paper with a name and a time on it.
He replaced the contents back in the bag, pocketing the name - he never stood anyone up, even if he didn't remember who they were - and leaned back against the bench. Another yawn closed his eyes and he thought, might as well rest my eyes for a second.