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[depraved]

Who: Sherlock + You
When: Day 28, Late Night
Where: Outside Apt C
What:

[ there's a man smoking outside the apartment, unable to sleep, just like you ]

Comments

[memoeries]

[out walking and thinking~]

Oh, hello.

[depraved]

[ ignore ]

[memoeries]

... sir?

[peers at a bit closer, ARE YOU ASLEEP?]

[depraved]

That's rude, you know.

[memoeries]

Oh! Then I am sorry. I was not sure if you were asleep or not.

[depraved]

If I was asleep, I'd be inside.

[memoeries]

Perhaps it could have been an accident? If you were very tired.

[depraved]

A most ridiculous accident.

[memoeries]

Maybe, but still an accident.

[depraved]

I don't have accidents.

[memoeries]

Well you were not sleeping, so it's not an accident at all.

I am Nia.

[depraved]

Sherlock.

[memoeries]

Well met, Mister Sherlock. Do you often stay in the hallway at night not sleeping?

[schattendiener]

[ it's debatable whether I sleep much at all ]

Good evening, Mr. Holmes.

[depraved]

I don't like sleeping.

[depraved]

Evening.

[schattendiener]

May I join you?

[memoeries]

Do you not get tired?

[northernvixen]

[wandering the hallways, muttering to herself about the gods (do not trust powerful beings), needing new clothes (she's still wearing the junihitoe she arrived in), and being hungry for fish]

[depraved]

Not often.

[depraved]

I see no reason why not.

[depraved]

[ ... huh ]

[memoeries]

Then you must get a lot of things done, in the time you are not sleeping.

[Elsewhere, locked to Aella & Karl]

[larcenous]

[Since INSOMNIA IS A THING, Aella's ambling around the large, uncleared area to the south of the apartments.]

[schattendiener]

[ well then, takes up some wall space next to you and pulls a cigarillo out of a jacket pocket ]