hadriel | The Lunatic is In My Head | Video

[It's right around three in the morning, but does Ushahin care? No. The video opens up with a tapping sound that seems to happen every couple of seconds. He's tapping the phone, unable to tell if the video is playing. He's been able to figure out text and even audio, but thus far, the video function has eluded him. Give him time.

When he's satisfied that it is indeed working, it begins to focus in. The light in the room is dim, providing barely enough illumination to see by. Considering how sensitive his left eye is to light, this isn't just for a mood enhancer. He's lying in a bathtub empty of water, fully clothed, a pillow and blankets evident.]

It's quiet again. [His voice is soft and exactly the sort one would expect to hear in the middle of the night in a dimly lit room.] Back to the usual dreams. And such strange ones you all have. So many questions and all the space of the slumbering mind in which to think them.

[He pauses and his eyes drift off to the side as if his mind has gone elsewhere. Finally, he blinks and seems to come back to where he is.] It's all just a spider's web. Snap one thread and it all can disappear.

Threaded | Flat

[Too late to be awake. Too early to be asleep. Real conundrum.

Someone's talking on the network, so Sans answers. The light from a nearby lamp and an open window reflects off the white of his skull, limning him in curious relief, even for a skeleton.]

Can't sleep either, huh?

[ Sometime later in the morning, like way later: ]

So—how drunk were you on a scale of one to you can't remember?

Some of us rather enjoy our sleep. You know, the sleep we may have been doing just now.

Unsurprisingly, now you're mucking about in our dreams. Do you sleep?

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