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[deductiongeek]

Who: Conan and Anyone
Where: Gym Car
When: Middle of the night, Egret 23
What: Insomnia and dealing with things. Conan is not okay.

It was the middle of the night, and Conan was wide awake and kicking a soccerball against the wall of the gym car. As the ball rebounds off the wall again he catches it with the back of his heel and kicks it right back at the same spot on the wall.

He'd been at this for a while now. The gym car was far enough away from the sleeping cars that he shouldn't be bothering anyone, and he didn't really feel like laying out a game of solitaire tonight.

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[sweetnessandfight]

This seems like it could get tedious quickly! [The voice behind him is warm and familiar, and is accompanied by Sarai bouncing the ball back to him. She's petite and dexterous, so that likely comes as little surprise.]

Though I suppose if you tell me how to play, we could strike up a game. Failing that, you could come help me in the kitchen, if you like? I've got an urge to make breakfast where onions are not the mainstay.

[Not that the onions had been bad this month--there'd been a decent variety! But even Sarai got tired of them, eventually...and she was very tired of onions.] I'm thinking some sort of sweet bread, personally.

[deductiongeek]

"I'm not really playing right now," he says as he bounces the ball up, then catches it under his foot as it falls. "This is just practice."

A frown.

"And isn't it a little early for Breakfast?"

[sweetnessandfight]

"Well, there are other options for late-night snacks, but I was planning on getting an early start, since I'm awake at the moment." Sarai shrugged at that.

"If you're just practicing, I suppose I can spectate. I'm not very well versed in that game at all. Not that you shouldn't try explaining it to me," she said with a smile. "That is, if you'd like."

[sendiintheclown]

[Trowa was also not sleeping, and had wandered into the gym in his altered polo and cargo pants, though without shoes on. He spots Conan kicking the ball as he begins to run through some basic stretches.]

Bad night, I take it?

[deductiongeek]

Just some trouble sleeping. So I came out to get some practicing in instead.

[He keeps the ball moving as he talks, rebounding it in different angles around the gym, but always bringing it back to strike the same spot. ]

[sendiintheclown]

[Trowa starts working his way down into splits.]

Memories or your own imagination tormenting you?

[unholyandbroken]

"Everything ok?" Jessie had been going to luggage for a smoke when she heard the noise. So she's just making sure nothing is wrong.

[deductiongeek]

Conan stops and catches the ball under his foot as he hears her approach. "It's fine," he says with forced cheerfulness. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I could get some practice in. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

[unholyandbroken]

"Nope. just going to baggage to have a smoke. Just overheard the noise." Jessie explained. But she's not dealing well either. The dream mess took its toll.

[stealsyourheart]

Eventually, the soft pad of feet is heard, and Kaito comes to lean against the wall next to him.

"I thought you said you don't mope."

[deductiongeek]

"I don't." Conan catches the ball under his foot, but doesn't turn to look at him. "This is soccer practice."

[stealsyourheart]

"Sure." He says dryly, but leans against the wall next to him.

"So I guess I'll just keep you company for your practice then, since Hattori can't do it."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Another long standing member of club insomnia, Peter usually spends his nights in the game car playing video games but as it happens he's on his way to the kitchen to find something to snack on when he finds Conan kicking a ball at the wall.

"Uh.. hey. Guess you're not... feeling any better." Otherwise he wouldn't be awake right now.

[deductiongeek]

Conan keeps kicking the ball against the wall, hitting the exact same spot each time, not matter how many other places the ball rebounded off first.

"I'm feeling fine. Just couldn't sleep."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just gives him a look because he's not buying that one bit. He knows how insomnia works, he's had it for six years now.

"Yeah, because people usually suffer insomnia when everything is fine." He says sarcastically. "Come on, dude. It's okay if you're not okay. You're allowed to have emotions and you're allowed to be upset about shit. And you have a lot of shit to be upset about." So does he but they're on Conan-or Shinichi now so they don't need to talk about why Peter's up.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin was wandering the train in the middle of the night, having a problem similar to Conan's. Elves don't absolutely have to sleep, though, so he could choose to sleep only a few hours and most of the time not suffer from it. He spent some time in the greenhouse and garden coaches and then came all the way forward to the gym carriage. Of course he heard the whomp! of the soccerball against the wall before he even opened the door.

"Conan? Can't you sleep? Or did you just get bored with your dreams?" Friendly smile.

[deductiongeek]

"Could be a little of both." If by dreams, you meant nightmares. And he was definitely tired of those.

He keeps kicking the ball against the wall, catching it as it rebounds, and kicking it again.

[mtsilver_conquor]

"Rough night?"

Says the one in leaf print pyjamas (and not the cool kind), who also looks like she's probably not sleeping that well either, but details.

[deductiongeek]

"Something like that," he replies, most of his focus still on keeping the ball moving and under control.

[maxwellsdaemon]

Football wasn't exactly his thing but he was adaptable. He was also awake. Sleep was something he'd found tricky since joining the Voidtrecker and Duo was lucky if he was getting more than a couple hours a night.

He was on one of his walks through the train when he stopped by the gym, distracted by the sounds of a ball hitting a wall. When he stepped inside it was to see a guy kicking a ball all on his lonesome.

"Can't sleep?" He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, and smiled. "Me neither. Strange place. Strange sounds. A roomie who snores. Trifecta of Suck that means I can't get a wink of sleep!"

[deductiongeek]

"There's always the standard car," Conan says as he kicks the ball towards the ceiling in a trick shot. It rebounds at an angle, hits the wall behind him, and rebounds again to hit the same spot as before. "I've slept there before. The game car too."

To be perfectly honest, he'd read most of the night in both places. But it was close enough.

[iamnotgod]

Towards the end of what can be considered 'night', Webmind made his own appearance in the Gym car.

Not needing to sleep had its perks, though he knew perfectly well that this wasn't as reasonable a state for humans to share.

"Conan. Are you all right?"

Hopefully he didn't just startle the detective, but that's a chance he was going to have to take. It's not as if this body came with mufflers...

"If you wanted a challenge, you could at least try one of the other balls," he continued, attempting both a suggestion and a joke in one.

Trial-and-error humor at work.

[deductiongeek]

Conan traps the ball under one foot as he hears the sound of someone approaching. The sight of Webmind pulls out a small smile.

"A challenge isn't the point right now. Just kicking a ball around like this helps me think, sometimes."

[blue_ice]

Kaiba's not much of a sleeper either, if he's honest. He's winding down for the night, wandering down the car in his orange pajamas, and then he hits the gym car and hears the noise. He plans to quickly pass through.

But he sees the person standing there and changes course, running for the ball and stopping it with his foot to ask Conan a question.

"Venting frustrations, or is it something else?"

[deductiongeek]

"Does it matter?"

Conan might have been slightly annoyed at the interruption, just when he'd been getting a good pattern going.