careful what you wish for. (fulfills) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-07 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, callum nightingale, libby ross |
WHO: Callum Nightingale & Libby Ross.
WHAT: Sleepless in IVI.
WHEN: 7 Jan? Early morning.
WHERE: Main Common Room.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Complete.
IVI didn't look quite so empty anymore -- but it wasn't the same as when she'd last left it. The most obvious change was the names carved into the side of the administration building -- names of the dead, names of those who should have been here, walking the hallways, complaining about the heat along with the rest. She didn't belong here. Libby hadn't slept very well, tossing and turning. It was too hard to rest, knowing that news could drop at any moment. It was too hard to close her eyes and quiet her mind. And to make it worse, she didn't know what to say to anyone anymore, didn't know how to be around them. And now they'd returned: survivors, rescuers, trackers, helpers. She didn't belong here. It was too early for breakfast, but Libby couldn't handle lying there under the dull canopy of white paint, so she extricated herself from the thin sheets on her bed and padded her way towards the lift, bare feet careful to avoid making a noise and waking up those who were probably flat out exhausted from all they had been through. A 'G' flashed up before the elevator released her into the common room below. Usually Callum was hard on himself when it came to getting over jetlag. He didn’t let himself sleep upon arriving in another country, no matter how tired he was, knowing the best way to not spend a week falling asleep and waking up at strange times was to keep going and not sleep until it was night time in whatever country he was in. This time he’d let himself crash as soon as he’d entered his bedroom, something he regretted as soon as he’d woken up and seen the time. Trying to get back to sleep had been futile though so he’d got up to go for a walk around the grounds just to give himself something else to do, vowing that he today he wouldn’t go to sleep until it was an acceptable sleeping time, no matter how tired he got during the day. He finished the walk and headed back towards the common room, planning on going back to his room to shower, something he definitely needed after the long plane trip. Still a little out of it, despite his sleep, he’d walked towards the wrong elevator, the one going to the girls tower rather than the boys, pressing the up button and waiting for it to arrive. The silver doors opened to reveal Libby. “You’re up early,” he commented as she stepped out of the lift, concern for his friend distracting him from his plans to shower. "Ditto," she remarked, wondering why he was heading to the girl's tower instead of his own. Maybe he was planning on an early morning hook up? She didn't really want to know. "I can't sleep." “I already slept,” he replied, the elevator doors closing behind her and leaving again before he had a chance to step in. “You okay?” "Could be worse." After all, she hadn't lived through any of the kidnappings or been on the rescue team or volunteered at the safehouses. The most she'd been was scared and confused and unsure of how to be. "You?" "Not bad," he answered. He wasn't about to complain when so many people had it so much worse than him. He'd lost a teammate and that was saddening but it wasn't as if he had been really close with Erik. "Wish we could go back on holidays now. I think everyone could use it." Then we'd all have to get the chip and I doubt some people will be okay with just going back to their holidays like everything was normal, Libby thought to herself, but kept her lips tightly closed. She shifted a little under the cool of the air conditioning and sighed. "Try not to wish things around me, remember?" She was lucky this time that it was too big for her to actually have made come true that her power hadn't kicked in -- though she wasn't sure why. Her power confused her at best. “Sorry,” he apologised. Usually he tried to remember not to wish things around her but he wasn’t thinking completely clearly and it was weird to think that such a normal turn of phrase could have such a big affect. Not that anything was normal at IVI but that was what he liked best about it. “Did you want company while you can’t sleep?” he asked, changing the subject. “I could be the answer to your wishes,” he added teasingly. She rolled her eyes at his seriously lame joke, but a small tug at the corners of her lips betrayed her. Hopefully he wasn't watching. "Sure. If you think you can outdo Inspector Rex in entertainment value." “Doesn’t sound hard,” he replied with a shrug. Real life interactions were far more interesting to him than TV shows. “Were you planning on using that to put you to sleep?” "No, that's what you're for," she quipped as she moved towards a couch and pulled a pillow close to her chest for comfort. "Inspector Rex is adorable, you couldn't fall asleep watching him." Callum followed her lead and took a seat too. “We’ll see,” he answered, not at all convinced that Inspector Rex would be something worth staying awake for. “If I fall asleep and can’t get out of this jet lag sleeping pattern I’m going to blame you.” "I thought you said you already slept. So if you're stuck in a jet lag sleeping pattern it's not my fault, you started it." Words aside, it was his accent that really made Libby feel like this was a lot like bantering back and forth with a friend at home. “That’s how boring I think this will be,” he teased, moving around to get more comfortable on the couch. “Though a couple of hours sleep might actually get me back into a normal sleeping pattern,” he mused. He wasn’t at all tired, unfortunately, so he doubted it would happen but he could hope. Or wish but he didn’t want to use Libby’s powers. “What’s so good about this Inspector Rex anyway?” "He's a dog cop," she stated, as though that explained it all. "He solves crime. In German." “Am I going to have to translate everything for you?” he asked. “Or is half the fun trying to guess what is being said?” In that case it was going to be even more boring for him since he couldn’t even make up what was going on. “Or we can make it a game,” he suggested. “You tell me what you think they’re saying and I’ll tell you if you’re close or not.” "Or we could put the mute button on, so you can't tell what they're saying either!" “Let’s do that,” he agreed. Telling stories, real or made up, was something he loved doing. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as it it sounded. Glancing around, Libby struggled to see the tv remote anywhere nearby, so she turned to Callum and sighed. It was a pain having to ask someone else to enable her to use her own damned power. It made her feel less independent, somehow, like she had to rely on someone else just to get what she wanted or needed. It was the worst. "Do you mind wishing we had the remote?" “I wish the tv was on, on whatever channel Inspector Rex is on, and on mute,” he wished instead, hoping that wasn’t too complicated for one wish. He could have just done as she had said but he wasn’t exactly sure how her powers worked. Would the remote come flying at them from wherever it was or would it just appear next to them? Usually he would have risked the flying remote but he didn’t trust his reflexes in his current state, as much as he claimed he was awake. This wish saved them a few steps anyway. She didn't know why she hadn't just asked him to wish that instead, since it was much easier than having to push buttons and find the damn tv show. But in a moment, the tv flicked on, silent pictures of a German Shepard displaying on the screen. Libby settled back into the sofa, tucking her feet underneath her legs, trying to suppress a smile. Maybe she could fit in a little bit. "Okay. You start." |