fandomtownies | JGoB, Sunday morning

Stark had, finally, properly slept. He'd slept a lot and then woken up confused because in his sleep-deprived state he'd stared at the moon Friday night when it seemed to be speaking to him (hearing voices wasn't anything new, he heard voices more than he admitted to nearly anyone but they were usually just echoes in head) and told it, very seriously, that he wanted tea and he wanted to be held. And there had suddenly been a mug of tea and a small animal clinging to him. That wasn't what he'd had in mind, but the creature (it was a koala, because that's what happened when you were an Austr-alien, apparently) hadn't let go until Stark had finally fallen asleep a little while later. It was gone when he awoke. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Now Stark was hungry and a hungry Stark could often be found at the bakery. He hadn't exactly been concerned with regular meals the past week. He was seated at a table by the window with a cinnamon roll roughly the size of a child's head in front him and an iced tea. He'd had enough coffee this week to last for a little while. Or at least until tomorrow.

[Open bakery is open, of course, for your baked good and alien needs]

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Tisarwat was not, generally, a fan of pastries because a good deal of them beyond pies and cakes and puddings were dreaded finger foods, but she was also not a fan of her roommate still being a snake, so she was hoping maybe to lure her into being a person again with some fancy scones and biscuits.

Yes, she realized it probably didn't work that way, but it was worth a try, right?

So she put in an order and looked around while she waiting, giving Stark a small nod of greeting as she did.

"Morning," she offered.

Fancy baked goods would probably be enough to lure Stark back into being Stark-shaped but who could say what worked for Lucille?

"Good morning," Stark said, nodding in return. "Better than most of them recently. I slept." Yes, he sounded overly relieved about that.

Tisarwat breathed out a small laugh. "Yes," she said. "Sleep. What an unexpected luxury after a week like last one."

There hadn't been enough tea in the world. Until the favor, anyway. That kind of high quality Radchaai tea you couldn't even get at most stations made it worth it, really.

"I am glad that's finally over at least..."

"I wasn't sure I was ever going to sleep again," Stark admitted. "Although at the end I don't think I was even thinking clearly enough to think that. It's a bit hard to remember."

That much sleep deprivation wasn't good for short-term memory. Who knew?

"Everything after Thursday," Tisarwat admitted, "is definitely a blur..."

And she was grateful for that. Having one sleep addled brain was one thing, but two? She was much better off not knowing how poorly Anaandee Mianaai handled her insomnia.

"I bet the coffee shop made a killing, though."

Not from her, of course. No amount of sleeplessness could drive her that far.

"I had a lot of coffee this week. So much coffee. More coffee than I've ever had, I think. I don't remember much before Thursday either but maybe there wasn't much to remember."

Stark shrugged. "Hopefully this week is easier."

He knew better than to say things like that. And yet.

"I'm just hoping it involves a lot of naps," said Tisarwat, who had at least a whole move that involved a piano ahead of her instead, but she didn't quite yet know that, "and my roommate not being a snake anymore."

That, finally, would happen. No thanks to that moon.

"It's always better when people are shaped like themselves," Stark said with a sad little smile. "I hope that ends soon. And that you get your naps."

"Thank you," said Tisarwat, her smile small but grateful, just like her nod. "As far as non-people shaped things go, I guess a snake isn't so bad. I always get turned into a fish."

Which could be terribly awkward when you weren't very close to water.

"I've always been shaped like me except when I was shaped like a woman," Stark said. "That was more than enough. Never an animal though."

Not yet, anyway. It remained a possibility for the future, perhaps.

"You're very lucky then," said Tisarwat, who wouldn't even touch on the being shaped like a woman part because that kind of distinction always did leave her a little bewildered; don't even get her started when it happened to her, apparently! "Though it happens to some more than others. I'd rather be a fish again than deal with a week like last one, though, I thinkm"

Stark was very attached to his usual shape, especially for someone who wasn't entirely corporeal.

"It seems like being an animal isn't a problem at the time, at least? At least it doesn't seem to bother people when they are animals. Only after. Not sleeping bothered a lot of us. I've no desire to repeat that."

He could deal with not sleeping well, having had plenty of experience with that, but not sleeping at all had been far too much.

"So," said Tisarwat, "other than the last week, how jmhave you been? It's Stark, right? We don't really get the chance to talk much."

Maybe if she left her apartment more often for something other than work....

Stark hadn't been getting out as much of late either.

"Things have been fairly calm, aside from the not sleeping, since the raccoon incident," Stark said. "Well. There were the woodchucks the one night. And you?"

JGoB, Sunday morning

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