Insomnia Club Meeting?

[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and Anyone
What: Insomnia
Where: Kitchen
When: Catfish Day 3, very late

It was late, well after midnight. And sleep was not happening tonight. 

Conan had dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen where he claimed one of the tables. He sits there, clutching at the strongest cup of coffee he could make, and stares moodily out the window. 

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[hashtagparkerluck]

Sleep isn’t happening for Peter either-not that it ever really does for him and he’s doubtful it’ll ever be an easy thing for him but he’s not thinking about that now-he’s thinking about making hot chocolate and mixing it with coffee. He can do that, right? And he’s thinking about his webfluid and ways he can tweak the recipe.

He stops a moment as he recognizes Conan. Shouldn’t he be asleep? He’s seven. Peter doesn’t know a whole lot about little kids but he’s pretty sure they’re supposed to sleep. He really, really hopes the reason doesn’t have to do with trauma.

“Oh.. hey. Uh... what are you doing up?” Well that just sounded rude. “Uh, I mean... are you okay? It’s kinda late.”

[deductiongeek]

Conan looks over as he sees Peter into the kitchen and frowns. He didn't particularly want company at the moment. Not after that last set of nightmares. But it didn't look like he was getting a choice in the matter.

"I couldn't sleep," he says.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just nods in understanding and sets about making his hot chocolate coffee. If he can’t sleep it’s probably not just because he’s restless and the thought isn’t a nice one.

“Yeah, that’s a mood.” He states, tone not quite so cheerful. “But you’re okay though, right? Like, you don’t usually have issues with sleeping, right? I mean I kinda don’t usually get to sleep much-and it’s like the first time I’ve run into you this late at night.”

[deductiongeek]

Conan shrugs. He didn't really see the point in lying about it. Not when the truth was fairly easy to determine.

"I just have trouble sleeping sometimes. I usually just stay in my room."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter stops what he's doing and glances back over, he wants to ask but he knows better. Instead he just nods in understanding, his eyes casting down and lips thinning into a line.

"Yeah, me too." He admits. "Still, nothing a little hot chocolate can't fix." He returns to his bright mood. "I usually read a lot when I can't sleep. It helps keep my mind in uh... one place if that makes sense?"

[deductiongeek]

He nods. "I've been reading, but there isn't nearly enough reading material around here."

There was a limit to how many times even Conan could read the same book.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin's mind was churning with thoughts and ideas, and sleep wasn't going to happen for him, either. He rolls out of his bunk and makes his way to the kitchen, where he finds Conan staring out of the window and slugging down some strong coffee.

"Hey, Conan, couldn't you sleep?"

[deductiongeek]

"Not really," he says. "I tried, but then I thought that I might as well just get up."

After dreams like that, he didn't think that sleep would be coming any time soon.

[so_dark_a_road]

"No use wasting time tossing and turning and not managing to sleep. Same for me. So, how come you couldn't sleep? Are you worried about something?"

Because that moody look certainly suggested it.

[deductiongeek]

"Just some bad dreams. It isn't anything important."

Rather, it was important to him. But it definitely wasn't anything he wanted to talk about.

[so_dark_a_road]

"Important enough to roust you out of bed and bring you out here for some caffeine." Coffee is a mood-altering substance. Specifically, a mood-elevator.

But he understood if Conan didn't want to talk about his dreams.

Besides, he was about to get himself a cup of the evil brew. "I'm going to get a cup of coffee too. Are you hungry? Should I grab anything else from the fridge?"

[deductiongeek]

"I just didn't feel like sleeping anymore," he mutters moodily. Not that he could. Nothing like Gin appearing in a nightmare to remove all desire to sleep.

"No thanks. I'm not really hungry."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin had actually been asleep, for a little while—that much is evidenced by his lopsided cockscomb of bedhead. But there’s no controlling the nightmares.

He’s always been plagued with bad dreams, going back centuries. He has vague memories of suffering from night terrors even as a human. And yet now, now that he has both his memories of heaven and of his full, long life swirling around in his head, they feel even worse than before.

Yawning adorably, he wipes the sleep from his eyes as he enters the kitchen only to find it already occupied.

“Isn’t that supposed to stunt your growth?” he asks Conan, blandly.

[deductiongeek]

"There's no scientific evidence of that," Conan says absently. "At most, you could say coffee isn't good for kids because it contains caffeine."

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin chuckles. "Well I drink coffee and I haven't grown an inch in centuries," he teases, going to pour himself a cup. "But that's rather a different matter altogether."

He sits down across from the other small boy.

"What are you doing awake?"

[deductiongeek]

"I couldn't sleep," Conan says as he picks up his coffee again. "I figured coming out here was better than staring at the ceiling all night."

[dredefulchilde]

"Fair point." Joss hadn't been asleep for very long before the nightmares had kicked in. His roommates must hate him. He starts loading sugar into his cup.

"You don't act like a child, you know."

[deductiongeek]

"Neither do you," Conan points out. "And if I don't have to act like a child all the time here, I'm not going to."

[stealsyourheart]

"Yo."

And right on time, here comes Kaito, making his way straight to the coffee machine.

"Did you make paint stripper again?" He pulls a face at the smell coming from the pot, but pours a cup anyway.

[deductiongeek]

"Obviously," Conan says. It was hard enough getting coffee when adults were around during the day, let alone the bitter kind he preferred. He brings his own cup closer and takes another sip.

[stealsyourheart]

Kaito adds a generous helping of milk and sugar to his and pulls a face at Conan as he drinks.

"You know, I'm pretty sure coffee is not meant to try and eat the coffee pot."

[deductiongeek]

Conan makes a face at the milk and sugar.

"As opposed to adding all that stuff? You might as well drink syrup."

[stealsyourheart]

"I like my gut to remain un-acidified." He retorts and slurps, just to be obnoxious.

"And I like sweet things!"

[sweetnessandfight]

"Was the room too boring tonight?" Sarai asked as she trotted into the kitchen. Normally, she wasn't a member of the Insomnia Club, whether it was actually named or not, but tonight, though she'd settled into her usual routine (Dread makes a great body pillow!), sleep had escaped her. The Roegadyn had barely even noticed her slip away, though she'd put khakis and her hoodie over her usual sleeping attire. Conan might notice that even her toes are clawed, if he hadn't noted that before due to close quarters.

"Though I'm not sure I can blame you for wanting to escape, I'm well aware that Dread snores. And so do I, though not like he does," she said, chuckling.

[deductiongeek]

"I don't mind snoring." He learned to endure that living with the old man back home. "But I was getting bored just staring at the ceiling."

His tone was slightly awkward. He wasn't really sure how to talk to Sarai, now that she knew how old he really was, and that he'd been lying about his age all along. It didn't make sense to put on his act as a child, but he also didn't know her well enough to really be comfortable showing his true self.