Counting Sheep Doesn't Work. WHO: Eden and Tatum (still open if someone else wants to jump in, they are in the lobby after all.) WHEN: Around Midnight. WHERE: Eden's room and the lobby. WHAT: The worst case of insomnia Eden's ever had. WARNING: Nothing yet. Subject to change depending on where the thread goes.
There was a point that insomnia became annoying. When she had work to do to keep her mind off of the sleep she was lacking, Eden could deal with it better. She was used to late nights and functioning on little sleep. That was what coffee was for, right?
She'd decided to try and get some sleep while the power was out, but sleep didn't come. She wasn't sure what time it was when she finally stumbled out of bed. Her clock wasn't working, and her phone was dead. She thought about pulling out her laptop, but she wasn't sure it even had a charge left in it as she'd not plugged it in since the previous night. Yeah. It was probably dead in the water as well. Dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, she slipped into a pair of canvas sneakers, and opened the door to the hallway.
She was greeted by more darkness. Not unexpected. Having no light to aid her, things were going to be interesting. She was not familiar with the layout of this place. She did, however know the general direction of the stairs. And hallways were fairly straightforward. As long as she kept to what was presumably the middle of the hall, she'd be fine.
Once in the lobby, she felt a bit more at ease. She could see more, even if it was rather dim and spooky.
Come to think about it. It was a little spookier than she remembered.
After getting a shitty plastic flashlight from the kid behind the front desk --who had been sleeping when she arrived-- she made her way to the seating area of the lobby. She sat down and flicked on the flashlight. It was starting to dim, but would do. It was better than nothing. Turning it off again, she sunk into the chair and prayed that she'd start to feel tired soon.