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[theresnodoor]

Something went wrong.

She doesn't know what. Nothing happened. No conversation, no action. She'd been fine and doing things, had her schedule and filled her days. It was fine. Then one night, after over a month without, she had a nightmare.

She had a nightmare with Tobias not three feet away.

Rachel doesn't know if he heard her - though she can't imagine how he wouldn't have, that close. She doesn't know if she said anything outloud. All she knows is the she woke up tangled in the sheets with her chest constricted and her throat closed tight and by the time she struggled her way free, she knew where she was and who was in the room with her.

He didn't say anything when she left. Rachel's hoping it stays that way.

We all have them. They don't go away. But for a little while they had and she shared a room with another person and didn't have to worry.

Well, crap.



Obviously, the only solution is to exhaust herself properly before she tries to sleep again, right?

After gymnastics, after jogging, after a flight at midday, Rachel is outside, bundled up against the cold and walking. Heading for the woods but with no real destination in mind.

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[the_gene_genie]

Gene isn't sure why this place keeps bringing him back almost as soon as he gets home but as it happens, he's not complaining today. He's got a bastard big hangover and things look like they're about to get proper messy back in Manchester - which is fine, normal even. But its much easier to deal with when you've got a decent breakfast in you.

'Full English, luv. Extra black puddin' and sausage. An' tea, five sugars. Ta.'

It's a meal big enough to feed three. He clearly needs a fortifying fag before embarking on such a mission.

'...an' a Scotch an' all.'

Plus a hair of the dog, obviously.




[Hungover to hell!tag: Gene Hunt]
[Open for new tags until 1am Sunday morning GMT, and tomorrow as well. I feel like I've been gone forever! The man is in a huff with me. D: Will be some sporadic slow later around kidlet's bedtime but other than that, totally available for play.]

[OOC: Brief slow while I get Sleeping Beauty up, brb!]

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Oooo, fortune cookies!" No reason to wait till after the meal, right? Especially since he can always have another.

Eat something you never tried before.

"Huh." That's a tall order. But he's always up for something good for dinner.

"Can I get a menu?"

[ooc: tinytag = misfortune cookies; open till the next EP.]

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[not_his_pa]

[OOM: Truth finds us in dreams.]

William's lost track of what time it is since he's been riding in a storm that blew up out of nowhere. Checking the fences shouldn't take this long and he needs to get home.

When he sees a light through the darkness, he moves to a canter before stopping and staring at the Milliways' stable. This isn't where he's meant to be and he was thinking about Milliways but he's not sure about ending up this way.

The storm seems to have followed him too so there's wind and snow and rain blowing as he looks for where to dismount.

It doesn't take too long to get his horse in the stables and then comes in through the back door and heads to the Bar, where he gets hot coffee and a fortune.

You are never selfish with your advice or your help. The words seems nice but he's not sure what to do with it so sets it down on the counter.

Tiny tag: William Evans, Misfortune Cookies
OOC: Catch him outside or inside. Open until the next one.