Night 1, Midnight

[12npcs]

[Something begins to tick, coming from all around you at once. It gains in volume slowly, first something just at the edge of your hearing and then rises up above even the conversations.

A first, awkward, off-key note is struck, and then another. The tone is delicate and disjointed, as if a melody was torn out of the middle and played on just the few last keys...




You begin to feel tired. In fact, some of you might begin to feel really, really tired.]


((OOC: goodnight groddle Lullaby posting! The super sleepy is up to you whether you want to play out or not, it is otherwise random and doesn't happen with the same severity ever night, unless you want it to.))

Comments

[beeductionist]

[ covering a yawn with his hand ]

All rather sudden, isn't it?

[snappingturtle]

We can't give in!

[beeductionist]

Or else, we'll fall asleep?

[snappingturtle]

Yes. Y'wanna . . . wanna sleep in a kidnapping?

[beeductionist]

They haven't any direct intention of harming us. Not yet, anyway.

[snappingturtle]

Yet.

[beeductionist]

Precisely. Why are you wasting your energy now?

[snappingturtle]

Because I . . . b'cause—I gotta . . . keep watch.

[beeductionist]

Admirable. Someone ought to, given the unnatural nature of this effect. Might I suggest something other than shouting?

[snappingturtle]

Who's yelling? I'm—[yawn] 'm not yelling!

[beeductionist]

Speaking loudly and rebelliously then. Hold out your arms.

[ gestures with his own ]

[snappingturtle]

. . . [holds them out]

[beeductionist]

And do this.

[ he squats, bringing the arms in around himself, then stands back up again, reextending his arms ]

[snappingturtle]

This's gonna wear me out more . . .

[but he's repeating the motion anyway]

[beeductionist]

[ doing it with him ]

On the contrary. It gets the blood moving and the mind active. Ms. Watson used it to get her through med school.