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| Insomnia; Closed for Ten | |
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| Swerve | 14 May 2016, 05:29 PM Post #1 |
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Tiny Bartender
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Falling asleep had always been hard for Swerve. Most nights he doubted he could fall asleep even if his life depended on it. To him, it seemed like he'd tried every trick in the book. Counting things, listening to nice calming music, going to bed early, hiding his clock, tiring himself out, none of these had worked. At one point, Swerve had even tried to use reverse psychology on himself by focusing on staying awake. No dice. The minibot sighed deeply as he stared tiredly up at the ceiling. The music he'd listened to earlier had been nice at least, but it hadn't done anything to help so it'd been turned off, filling the room with silence. In truth, Swerve was about ready to just give up on getting any actual sleep. He'd be exhausted the next day, sure, but it was nothing new. The thought of being tired didn't bother him much, it was having nothing to do but think that really bothered him. If he wasn't careful, his train of thought would drift to more depressing things, sometimes scarier things. Swerve frowned and began to idly tap the tune to a song, trying to think of anything else at all. Eventually he began to wonder if anyone else was awake. Maybe striking up a conversation might help him fall asleep. He knew First Aid sometimes had trouble sleeping too, but there was also the chance the medic was sleeping. Swerve didn't dare to wake him if that was the case. There was also Skids. It wasn't uncommon to find him awake and wandering around during the later hours, but he could also be busy with something else. If he was busy, Swerve didn't want to distract him, or possibly even get him in trouble. Then there was Ten. Ten was probably asleep, but really there was no one else Swerve could think of to comm this late without feeling awkward about it. He'd send one message, just one little message that had little chance of waking them, and if they didn't respond then Swerve would find something else to do to pass the time. Swerve didn't even really expect an answer, it was really late, but it never hurt to try. ::Hey, Ten, are you awake?:: |
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| Swindle | 15 May 2016, 10:58 PM Post #2 |
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Ten really had little on the Lost Light, or in being alive in general. Once a drone, now a sentient bar bouncer, it was tough for the mech to connect with the rest of the ship. More often than not, others brushed Ten off. They were alive enough to be acknowledged if in a room, but never were they sought out. Perhaps if Ten had a ways to communicate, perhaps then they would be popular on the ship. Due to having lots of free time, alone time, and their own space, art had become a huge part of their life. It was hard at first, to be so gentle with carving tools and brushes. It gave Ten a sense of purpose, a hobby, something they could do to finally express themselves in a way others could understand. At least to a point. Ten still faces massive discrimination on the ship. From the graffiti to their back, trash tossed out at them, and just over all nasty drunks being frustrated that Ten was removing them out of Swerve's; Ten faced a lot of negativity on a daily basis. Somehow, through it all, they never once held resentment towards Swerve. Every time they were mocked, told to shut up, so on and so forth, the massive mech just swept it under the metaphorical rug. No harm, no foul. But now it was late, and Ten had been carving a small Ravage. It was to match the small Megatron that Ten had made earlier in the week. There was no point in having one without the other, and while Ten could not really express it, Ravage was a bot on board that they truly admired. Not as much as Ultra Magnus, but there was definitely an unspoken connections between the two's situations. Gently bringing their tools down, Ten was only slightly startled by a comm so late at night. Mindful of others who may be asleep, Ten decided to answer the other. ::Ten?:: That would at least let Swerve know that they were awake, not being woken up from any sort of recharge. Though, a comm this late probably meant Swerve was in trouble. Why else would Swerve seek out Ten? |
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