Dick Greyson (nightwinging_it) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-26 15:57:00 |
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Current mood: | weird |
Entry tags: | !complete, dick grayson (nightwing) |
Who:Dick Greyson
When: June 26th
Where: Employee Lounge, Wayne Enterprises
What: Stress, and a Caffeine Overdose get to Dick.
Notes: I'ma assume someone got him an ambulance and stuff so anyone who wants to post about that can. He's just having a caffiene overdose, but I wanted an excuse for him to interact with hospital people/have time to post a lot of stuff, stop long enough to maybe have enough sleep to have dreams so...yeah.
Ever since the mini sex scandal that had been waiting to happen, Dick's nerves had been even thinner than before. While sex had been good for him, and relaxing, the fact that he'd been caught on his desk in that position was, well, not awesome at all. It had reinforced the idea that he was doing something he could have been caught with, and it could have meant the end of everything.
So, to keep that from being an issue again, he'd been pushing himself harder than before, knocking back little mini bottles of five hour energy like his life depended on it, guzzling coffee from the wonder machine, and energy drinks he picked up on the way in. So far,it had been working really well. He continued to run around the company, making sure that everything was done, smiling, and dealing with baseball practices and games, even though he personally hated baseball. It was the sort of perpetual good mood that wore on you after a while, and kept him from getting much sleep at night. THAT was probably the reason he hadn't been dreaming like the other people around him. The insomnia kept him from it for a lot of reasons.
The first sign that things weren't okay came when Dick got to work one Tuesday morning. He felt a little queasy, and then wore into nausea as the day wore on. At lunch, he didn't bother trying to eat, and that was when he noticed things were starting to go...funny...on him.
The best example of this came when he was running copies shortly later into the afternoon. Suddenly, right before his eyes, the copy machine shifted and then,seemed to grow a pair of leathery black wings, like a dragon or something. He blinked and stared, and the wings started to flap as papers came out.
That was easily one of the coolest things he'd ever seen, so of course, he had to run and tell somebody about it. That meant going to the intern offices a few doors down and telling them that there was something they HAD to see. Then he made his way back to the machine, which had now turned purple on top of the wings and pointed it out gleefully, and loudly, attracting more employees from down the hall to see what was going on. He also went ahead and emailed Bruce about this, since he HAD to know.
"It's like a purple pet with wings that eats paper and shits out the documents you need!" Dick was exclaiming, loudly, as a few people started backing out of the room, presumably to go for help. And then, in a move that everybody would remember, he stepped toward the copier-dragon thing. "I wonder if I can ride it."
And that was when, mid mount attempt, and loudly yelling something about becoming a cowboy, he mercifully hit the floor.