Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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He'd been so tired the last couple of nights that he'd dropped off to sleep with no trouble. But tonight he couldn't relax. He laid in the dark remembering what it had felt like when the shadow had nearly smothered him, filling his nose and mouth and pinning him in place. He remembered how it felt when it took control of his body and he couldn't quite convince himself that the shadows in the corner of his room were harmless.

Since leaving the lights on would involve explaining to his new roommate that he was afraid of the dark (and his 17-year-old ego wasn't quite up to that), Tony instead shuffled out to the common room. He turned on every light he could find, switched the TV on to an old movie channel and kept the volume low but audible. If anyone asked, he could tell them he fell asleep watching TV. With the lights blazing around him and the TV's familiar murmur, he finally managed to drift off.

[Open! He's asleep on the couch Wednesday Tuesday morning. Feel free to try and wake him up, mess with him while sleeping or just do common room stuff around him.]

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Andrew's was following his usual morning routine: he had rolled out of bed, said good morning to the action figures sitting on his desk, padded his way down the hall to bathroom, and then padded his way back to the common room.

He didn't immediately notice anyone sleeping as he made a beeline for the kitchen area, mumbling, "Come to me sugary goodness."

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Tony, finally awake, gave a long yawn-stretch and pushed himself off the couch and toward the kitchen.

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Andrew had poureh himself a giant bowl of Fruity Pebbles and noticed Tony about a second after he had bent over, stuck his tongue in the middle of the cereal, and came back up with it still sticking out and covered in colorful flakes.

He blinked, quickly pulled his tongue back in, chewed, and swallowed.

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Tony smiled. "Any more of that stuff around?" he asked.

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Andrew reached over and picked up the box. "Want me to pour you bowl?"

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"Nah, I think I can handle it," Tony said, holding out his hand for the box. "How's it going?"

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Andrew handed him the box. "I just got up," he answered and reached up to rub his eyes. "You an early riser?"

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"Not really," Tony admitted. "I feel asleep on the couch."

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"Oh, I've done that a couple of times," Andrew admitted. "Then you wake up at like three in the morning and have to decide if it's worth getting up and walking all the way back to your room. Of course, my room is all of five steps out the door, which just makes it that much sadder when I decide not to move."

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Tony grinned. "Hey, if you're comfy, why move?"

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Andrew shrugged. "If it wasn't for my small bladder, I might never get out of bed. Well, that and a lack of someone who would bring me tasty food."

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Cimorene was, not quite surprisingly, a morning person. Hence the walking into the common room to make breakfast and nodding to the sleeping boy. Okay, maybe not fully a morning person. But she did get started on breakfast.

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Tony ran a sleepy hand through his hair and didn't pay much attention to other people around as he padded to the kitchen.

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"Tea?" Cimorene offered helpfully.

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Tony shook his head. "Got any coffee?" he asked hopefully.

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Cimorene didn't roll her eyes only because of the years of manners that were engraved into her DNA. "Sure. Milk or sugar?"

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"Both, please," Tony said. "I'm Tony."

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Cimorene added sugar and milk to a cup of coffee and brought it over. "Princess Cimorene of Linderwall. Has Fandom broken your brain yet?" She inquired politely.

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"Are you really a princess?" Tony asked.

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Cimorene considered this. "Technically? Yes. My father is the King of Linderwall and I have a fairy god-mother."

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"... oh," Tony said. That might be a 'yes' on the brain-breaking.

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Cimorene bit back a laugh. "Sorry, didn't mean to cause the shock this early on in the day. Breakfast?"

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"After the coffee," Tony smiled.

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Cimorene smiled back and set to cracking eggs. "So where are you from?"

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"Vancouver, Canada, Earth," Tony said. "I'm guessing Linderwall is not around here?"

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Cimorene shook her head. "And as far as I am aware, I'm not from outer space either."

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"Another dimension, then?" he guessed. For him, that was an easier concept than aliens.

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Cimorene nodded. "That would be my best guess. As far as I know, no one else from home is here, so I am free to call it as I wish."

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"Makes sense," Tony said. "How long have you been here?"

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Cimorene considered the question as the mun looked up the created date of the journal. "It will be a year at the end of this semester." She paused. "It does not get any saner, you just get used to it."

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Tony smiled. "That's oddly reassuring."

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Lola totally didn't notice that Tony wasn't sleeping in their room until she wandered into the common room and saw him sleeping on the couch.

Yeah, she was the best roommie ever.

"Tony. Alles in ordnung?"

Yep, totally talking German to her sleeping roommate. Like I said, best. Roommate. Ever.

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"Häagen-Dazs," Tony muttered sleepily.

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Lola snorted. "Why are you sleeping on the couch? Do I snore?"

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"Fell asleep in front of the TV," Tony said.

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Lola glanced over at the television. "It must be a very boring show."

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"It was late. I was tired," Tony said.

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"You should remember, next time, to go to bed when you are tired."

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"By the time I realized how tired I was, I was already asleep," Tony said, a bit more awake now.

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"You are one of those who falls asleep in the middle of sentences?"

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"Sometimes," Tony said defensively.

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Lola shrugged. "Okay. It is good to know."

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Tony managed a tired smile. "How'd you sleep?'

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"Like a stone." That was the expression, right? "But, I am always a heavy sleeper."

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"That's good," Tony said. "I sleep kinda light." When he wasn't exhausted.

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"You will tell me, if I am bothering your sleep?"

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"Yeah, totally," Tony said. He didn't think she was likely to be a problem.

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Lola gave him a look that clearly stated she didn't quite believe him, but nodded. "Okay."