Communications Officer Doug Eiffel (
littletonoidea) wrote2022-03-02 01:29 am
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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"
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I cried. That was weird.
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[He keeps stroking her hair, tucking it behind her ear.]
What made you start crying?
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[Honestly, patting Hera is soothing for him as well, and he lets his head rest back on his arm.]
Sounds like you got overwhelmed, yeah. [He takes a moment to think about how his computer buddy might put it.] Too many processes running at once, right? It's like blue-screening. If you don't get enough sleep they happen a lot more often, 'cos you need sleep to, uh. Soft reset?
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[She can't tell if her words sound so loose and elastic because her audio is going cockeyed as everything slows down inside her, or if it's because talking in general is taking more and more effort.
There's a few seconds where she's almost out, hovering on the edge of soft oblivion, and something in the feeling jolts her awake in sluggish panic. She breathes in sharply, sitting up a little against him before she realizes their status is exactly what it was thirty seconds ago. Hera relaxes again slowly, unsettled.] What does falling asleep feel like?
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Well, it's called 'falling' for a reason. Like the rest of the world goes quiet for a bit, and you kinda fall backwards in your own head, to this deep, dark place. And then you don't really feel anything, for a while. Couple of hours, usually. But you always wake up again.
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Still, she hooks her pinky around his, watching the way they curve over each other with muzzy fascination.] It's not so bad. The having a body thing. I mean, it's not great, but it's... interesting.
[Her eyes close again and she lets them, starting to slide into that interior floating space she touched the edges of before. Mumbled:] Please don't leave. Not until I wake up.
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I'm right here, darling. I'll always be right here.
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You're my best friend too.
[Then she's out.]