http://crazypilotman.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-07-31 10:26 pm
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The Lighthouse - Friday

Coffee. Lots and lots of coffee was the answer. Or so Murdock hoped. He hadn't slept a decent wink, dreaming of weird things.

Maybe he was starting to have an episode? God, he hoped not.

He needed something to distract himself, keep himself awake. Work was the ticket.

Houston tagged along, knowing as animals do, that something was wrong with his owner. If he stuck any closer to Murdock, he'd be glued to his leg.

Murdock shuffled along through the tower, working but slowly. Being this tired, one couldn't be too careful. There would be no touching of power tools today. Maybe some painting. Yah, that was it. Painting.

...what was he doing again? Oh yah. Coffee.

(open, but will go passing out when one in particular tags in)
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[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey Murdock!" Tully called, coming out of the house. He the one you're waiting for?

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
(yep, that's what I was thinking lol)

"Huh?" he half-turned, blinking blearily at Tully and dropping a paintbrush on the floor in the process. Fortunately it had never made it into a paintcan, Murdock being far too tired to think that much.

[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Jesus, man, you okay?" He was coming to alert Murdock of what he'd heard on the radio.

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Um, yah?" But he didn't sound too sure about it. "Just ain't been sleepin' well." He blinked again and shook his head, trying to get the fuzzyness to go away. It wasn't working and he swayed a bit.

[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Woah." Tully rushed forward to steady him. "You too huh? Look I just heard on the radio that everyone affected should go down to Town Hall."

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Affected? What, are people sick?" Murdock had been too focused on trying to stay awake to notice anything else.

[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Falling asleep, having weird dreams. Not sure why it's not happening to me."

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Then, uh, I guess I got that too. Been tryin' not to pass out all mornin'."

[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe we should get you to Town Hall. Get you checked out."

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded, "Yah. Might be a good idea." Before he passed out where he stood. "Hope I can make it that far," he mumbled.

[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"If I have to I can carry you. As far as the road then I'm hiring a rickshaw."

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"That might be good. The rickshaw. Not the carryin', I mean."

(want to just skip to the town hall?)

[identity profile] cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Sure! Tully won't be staying the whole time though, he has to go get a call from Robin to come pick up Leda. And I'm off to bed.]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
(no prob!)
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