FIVE.

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[Ever since Shirley disappeared to another dimension, Fenimore hasn't been getting much sleep. The previous night hasn't been an exception, as she spends most of it tossing in her bed. Eventually, in the wee hours of the morning before it's even light out--possibly even just a few minutes before everyone returns from the Closed Space and she could stop worrying--she gives up.

Throwing on some clothes, she leaves the house to start wandering the village, keeping to the roads. She's not entirely sure what she expects to accomplish by doing so. She's come to the conclusion that Shirley has probably been mallynapped and the only other possibility she can think of is that Shirley was kidnapped by a villager. In either case, she isn't going to be able to help her any by walking through the streets in the dark, but she has spent the storm day yesterday cooped up in the house surrounded by people who were fretting just as much as she was, in their varied ways. She didn't want to spend any more time sitting in the kitchen, wondering what Shirley would be doing if she were still there.

Early dawn finds on a bench in the village centre. It seems four nights of little, restless sleep had caught up to her. She's asleep, with her head resting on her open journal, her legs curling slightly, and her arms crossing across her chest. Too tired to notice the light that filters through the clouds today, she'll be asleep either until mid-morning or until someone interrupts her.]

[Accidental "Voice"]

[It seems that before she fell asleep, she was debating asking whether such a silent mallynap as this one was normal--the only ones she had encountered were either the loud ones that made it over the journal or one that had involved a smashed window. So, with the journal half-ready for an intentional post, it doesn't take much for it to accidentally turn on in her sleep as they are wont to do.

This results in an extreme close-up of Fenimore's face and, due to the proximity, a fairly loud rendition of the normal slow breathing of someone who is fast asleep. At least she's not snoring.

The page also looks like it's getting wet, though the actual moisture is not transmitted any more than the actual ink in an ink spill would be in more standard written transmissions. Since it's not raining today, that water must be coming from Fenimore. Perhaps...tears?

...But a closer examination of its source will easily determine that it's just a little drool as she breathes open-mouthed on her journal-pillow. Her eyes are dry and there's no sign that she's upset at all as she drifts in peaceful unconsciousness.

To anyone who wakes her up, I apologise in advance. Fretting over her best friend + four nights of restless sleep = a very rude and cranky Fenimore. ...Correction: a ruder and crankier Fenimore.]

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[markofthewise]

[REALLY! Is this what Luceti has been reduced to. Sokka was heading into work early since one of his coworkers stopped showing up and the other silently kidnapped. And now... now there are people sleeping on benches. SO he not so quietly rants to himself from a distance.]

Why does no one ever read the guide! The housing is free! There's a welcome center right over there. Oi! [Forehead slapping is go. Ow, that hurt. Guess he was going to have to go inform this newbie of how things were around here. The things he puts up with... well, walking on over now.]

[action] guess who can handle both rude and cranky!

[herotypical]

[Being back to fighting fit means that the Slayer has less need for sleep. Therefore, dawn sees her returning rather casually from a moderately uneventful (and as such, non-successful) patrol. Her scythe is angled jauntily over her shoulder and she is so keen on getting home.

But Buffy sees the body on the bench and perhaps she wants it to be the portent of some disaster; after all, strange murders have really become common over the past few months. Feeling tense, she crouches and gently reaches out to the young woman's shoulder.

There doesn't appear to be any wounds. Hmm.]

[antisilent.livejournal.com]

[Sleeping, you say? Mr. I live outside now that I don't have a little girl at my house anymore Saijo will see this too. And... not wake her up. Far from it, he actually stands next to her. And watches her sleep like the Cullen he is for the time being. He considers sigma-ing her dreams]