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milliways_bar2008-01-23 12:59 pm
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Forget about sleep.
[OOC: Millitimed to late last night.]
Shepard had the nightmare again, or at least a nightmare based on a familiar theme. The vision that the old Prothean beacon downloaded into her head comes up in her dreams with a regularity you could set your watch by. It was not a pleasant vision to begin with, and her own memories and anxieties serve to add gruesome new details to the picture.
Waking up from that in an unfamiliar place, without Kaidan nearby, drew out the terror of the dream into waking and kept it in high gear. Shepard's calmed down, but not nearly enough to go back to sleep. She takes a quick shower, gets dressed and heads downstairs.
Her initial idea is to get some extra layers of clothing and go outside to run herself into physical exhaustion, but a quick look out onto the grounds convinces her that such an endeavor would be inadvisable at best. There's a foot of snow on the ground out there, and more is coming down in heavy curtains that make it almost impossible to see more than five feet ahead. Not that visibility would have been good anyway: it's an overcast night and there would've been little if any light to speak of.
Shepard gets a strong drink from the Bar and retreats to the couch in front of the fireplace, where she sits looking into the flames with a thousand-yard stare.
[Tinytag: Commander Shepard]
Shepard had the nightmare again, or at least a nightmare based on a familiar theme. The vision that the old Prothean beacon downloaded into her head comes up in her dreams with a regularity you could set your watch by. It was not a pleasant vision to begin with, and her own memories and anxieties serve to add gruesome new details to the picture.
Waking up from that in an unfamiliar place, without Kaidan nearby, drew out the terror of the dream into waking and kept it in high gear. Shepard's calmed down, but not nearly enough to go back to sleep. She takes a quick shower, gets dressed and heads downstairs.
Her initial idea is to get some extra layers of clothing and go outside to run herself into physical exhaustion, but a quick look out onto the grounds convinces her that such an endeavor would be inadvisable at best. There's a foot of snow on the ground out there, and more is coming down in heavy curtains that make it almost impossible to see more than five feet ahead. Not that visibility would have been good anyway: it's an overcast night and there would've been little if any light to speak of.
Shepard gets a strong drink from the Bar and retreats to the couch in front of the fireplace, where she sits looking into the flames with a thousand-yard stare.
[Tinytag: Commander Shepard]
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