Aeternum

After the Asteroid-Closed

Robert Moore

Day 5: Night

Robert awoke with a headache, as per usual it seemed. The difference here was that, while previously he'd felt like a burly man had bashed his skull with a mallet, he currently felt like several burly men had taken jackhammers to his skull and by some cruel twist of fate, hadn't managed to finish him off. He closed his eyes and suddenly became very aware of his discomfort.

By some miracle, he managed to weakly twist himself to the side and began heaving. Fortunately, his stomach had been empty. The nausea was exponentially worse than before he'd gone to bed he was sure. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles, hung him upside down, shook him and spun him and forced him to read tiny text while on a tiny rowboat in the middle storm in the middle of the ocean.

When he finally stopped heaving, he couldn't help but notice how parched he was. His throat hurt, his tongue felt like it'd swollen up from the dehydration, and his lips were thoroughly craccked. His stomach was twisting itself up in knots, his head was pounding, and he was desperately thirsty. Essentially, this was probably the worst day of his life, and he regretted waking up.

Robert slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and it was dark in here, but he managed to make out some of his room from the light in the hallway.

Some kind person had left a couple of bottles of water nearby. With trembling hands, he reached over and snatched one up. He greedily guzzled down all the water left in the bottle. It wasn't enough, he was still desperately thirsty. He reached for the second bottle moments before his body revolted. He had drunk the water too fast, too soon. All the water he drank came back up and he was left with a bone-deep exhaustion.

Robert awoke in darkness. He must have passed out. There were still a couple more unopened water bottles left within reach. This time when he managed to get the water bottle to himself, he forced himself to let water trickle into his mouth. He'd take a sip, and then wait a few minutes then take another. It was agonizing. He was so thirsty he didn't even notice the sour taste on his tongue.

When he finished the water he found he didn't have the energy left to move anymore. He closed his eyes.

Iris Halo

Finally posted.

Iris Halo

Brian Campbell

Cartesian

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Bare feet poked out from under a rumpled cream comforter. The owner of said feet was currently burrowing his head under a pillow as the walls vibrated and loose papers buzzed. The fingers clutching the pillows twitched a bit then pulled the pillow tighter.

Finally the music stopped. A young man with tousled brown hair and sleepy eyes popped his head out from under the pillow and let out a sigh of relief. With monumental effort, he heaved himself over onto his back and squirmed around until he was snuggled deep within his blankets.

The young man cracked an eye open. A glance at the digital clock on his bedside table told him it was way the hell too early to be awake. Especially because he'd been up after midnight due to work.

Brian closed his eyes again and furrowed his brows as he began his farseeing, or scrying, whatever people wanted to call it. It didn't take long for a room to appear in his mind. It was similar to his, as far as the walls and dimensions of the room went at least. What was very different was the decoration and furniture. For one thing, there was exercise equipment in this room and a sound system against a wall.

He ran his powers gently over the wires in the speakers. It wouldn't be too hard to end the torment for a week or two. Just a little tug and the speakers would short circuit. It would be so subtle. At least, he hoped so. It was entirely possible he'd still get blamed anyways due to his "history" or some such nonsense.

If so, there would probably be another round of that merry and disturbing game of tag involving super-strength and a giant sword. After which, he'd probably be out a few thousand dollars in reimbursements and repair fees. Oh, and some sort of tedious punitive measure would be enacted, naturally. The disciplinary officer was a sadist, of course.

The last time this had happened, the fees for wrecking the dorms had been atrocious, and in order to save his hide, Brian had also had to pay enough to cover the old speaker system. The man, of course, had promptly turned around and invested that money into buying newer, louder, and far more expensive speakers. Brian was convinced the man had bought such an expensive system to spite him.

As for injuries... well. Asclepians were a mixed blessing.

It was great to be able to have limbs regenerated and injuries healed when fighting monsters. The downside is that people became somewhat less careful with their fists or other weapons. After all, a sufficiently powerful Asclepian could make right anything just short of death.

Being gutted wasn't exactly what he wanted to do with his Monday morning. Especially because it was the first Monday of his Winter break. Of course, for all he knew, being gutted today might be unavoidable. People in his particular line of work had a rather high mortality rate.

Well now, that was an unpleasant thought, and he had an afternoon shift at the cafe. Brian turned off his farseeing, and opened his eyes. He found himself staring at the ceiling of his own room. His eyes habitually roamed his room for anything amiss.

A monitor stood on the desk at the far end of the room. In front of the large 24" monitor sat a keyboard and a mouse. The computer tower sat next to the monitor near the wall. A lamp, a printer and a tray of papers sat on the corner of the desk. Next to the desk was a nice wooden shelf on which he put his textbooks, some binders and folders, and a few knick-knacks.

Across from his bed, which was shoved into the corner of the room, was his dresser. And next to his bed sat his nightstand with yet another lamp and the aforementioned digital clock. Other than a rug between his bed, a simple mattress resting on a metal frame about two feet off the ground, and his dresser, his room had no other adornments.

Brian closed his eyes. He had a few more hours until his shift.

He was going to roll back over and sleep.

After the Asteroid-Closed

Ah, so that's why I haven't seen anything about her yet. I wondered if I'd just somehow missed it.

After the Asteroid-Closed

December and I are chit-chatting about how we're going to proceed from here. So, on the off chance people are wondering and/or worrying, I've got plans! Well, I'm hammering out plans, but I'll get them all ironed out eventually!

@Kyrisse @Wick @King Tai

After the Asteroid-Closed

@RumikoOhara
I'll have to look into it at some point.

@December
Don't worry about it December. Take your time. I don't mind. :D
Sometimes life just hits like a ton of bricks.

After the Asteroid-Closed

Finally caught up again. On the OOC. The ring video and the playing with fire video were amazing. I'm on page 6 of the IC now.

Iris Halo

So, when do we start?

Iris Halo

Like your character too @VampireOracle

But... hehehe, she really is going to hate Brian's guts.

Iris Halo

@VampireOracle Meh, figured it'd be better to have the excuse of going to college to move out, rather than try to explain how:

"I'm a grown up 15 year old, I can take care of myself! I absolutely am not being exploited by some strange people I met a while ago!"

EDIT:

@Kyrisse Finished reading your CS. Interesting backstory