Dan Torrance (dr_sleep) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-08-11 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, dan torrance, jessica jones |
Who: Dan and Open
Where: Camp-out, then heading vaguely towards Bryn's
What: Dan has woken up younger
When: Early Morning, August 11
Rating: Drunk, swearing, the usual.
Open: Yes
Status: on going
Last night, Dan had gone to sleep in Nev's magic tent once he was certain almost everyone else was asleep and Jake had sorted out the bonfire - the guy had lived in a massive forest for years, so he was bound to know how to look after a fire. He'd made sure that his sleeping spot was nowhere near Abra's so that he definitely wasn't cramping her style (just as he'd made certain to show her via zip-zip exactly where he was sleeping if she did need him during the night), and he headed there once he couldn't stop yawning. It was maybe 1am by his watch, and he was nicely tired. Hopefully, he'd get at least five hours sleep with nobody waking up needing parents or wandering into the bonfire or anything like that. He'd gotten sorted out in the tent's bathroom, then pulled his blankets over him (he wasn't a fan of sleeping bags), shut his eyes and was out like a light within seconds.
The next morning, a very different Dan woke up in that same spot. Where his older self had gone to sleep in a tee-shirt and sleeping shorts, this Dan woke up in his jeans and a Led Zeppelin shirt and had a grubby denim jacket over him like a blanket. This Dan was 25, in desperate need of a piss, a smoke and a drink, and was beyond confused at where he'd woken up. He'd crashed on Dave's couch, hadn't he? So where the fuck was he now?
He got shakily to his feet and stared all round him to try and work out what the hell was going on. He was in a tent? A massive tent, which appeared to have a bathroom! Fantastic! He went in and took care of business, and then caught sight of himself in the mirror, swaying ever-so-slightly as he washed his hands. He looked like shit, as usual, but there was a hangover snapping at his heels if he couldn't find anything to drink so he kinda expected that anyway.
Once he left the bathroom, he headed for the tent's exit (how big was this fucking thing anyway?) and was soon standing outside, looking all round him. There was a smoldering bonfire in front of him, and then there were picnic tables over to one side, with coolers stashed away underneath them. He checked inside, just in case, and grinned when he found beer. A couple of cans and a few bottles. He didn't care what sort they were, so he lifted the bottles out. One of the bottles was opened straight away, Dan using the edge of the table to get the lid off, and he drained it in a couple of seconds. The second bottle was going to last him longer, he'd decided. He'd have a smoke, drink his beer and work out what the fuck was going on.
Something was niggling at him. Something in his drunk brain was trying to be recognized and understood, but for the time being he would settle for lighting a cigarette off the bonfire. It took a couple of puffs to make sure it was properly lit, and then Dan could be certain that the impending hangover was a little bit further behind him than it had been only a few minutes ago. He looked all around him again as smoke trickled out from his nostrils, trying to work out why this looked familiar. And then he looked up at the planet that was bigger than his brain could really deal with, and a whole fuckload of memories unloaded in his mind as his knees buckled and he wound up sitting on the grass rather more suddenly than he'd have liked.
"I'm in fucking Space? Again?"
He needed whiskey for this shit, Jesus fucking Christ.