week 5; tongue-tied (ahaaaah i'm not sorry)

[elemancy]

[noct's got a bit planned for the morning—things that really just weren't easy to take care of with the trial and execution going on.

he gets a surprisingly early start (for him to go through unprompted, at least), heading out of his room and towards the hotel lobby. he's not really expecting any company, so when he sees jason along the way, he gives a bit of a tired wave and a:]

Hey. [not that he expects much else in response. good job, jason...]

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[impulsiveness]

[Look. He's gotten enough of a tongue lashing in the last week. Let him live. :(

But, yeah. Not much of a verbal response here. Jason looks up from the book on his lap, halfway through turning the page, and gives him a nod of acknowledgement. It's not early for what Jason is used to, but... He fishes his rulebook and pen out, if only just to write:]

You look like you could use another hour of sleep.

[Or five cups of coffee, at least.]

[elemancy]

...More like another week. Maybe forever.

[not in the dead way, just in the "i don't want to get out of bed" sort of way.

he's tired. he's so tired in so many ways. this place is exhausting in every regard—is there anyone who isn't at least a little tired at this point?]

[impulsiveness]

[There's a sigh here because, yeah. That's fair. Sleeping for the rest of eternity sounds very nice and pleasant right now, honestly. But they need to keep going unless they truly, honestly never want to wake up again..

There's a bit of wry humor in here, but...]

Yeah, forever might do the trick. Sucks that sleeping LIKE the dead won't do the trick as far as our Sheriff's concerned.

[elemancy]

Too bad we can't trick him, right? Sure would solve a lot of our problems.

[like, probably most of them, aside from the serial killers and cannibals and whatnot lurking in their midst.]