2009-04-11: Trouble Sleeping


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Summary: Robyn can't sleep and gets an unexpected visit from Owen.

Date: April 11, 2009

Log Title Trouble Sleeping

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Recreation Room

What was once the Parlor has been turned into a Recreation Room for the students. A nice plush carpet meets the light blue walls giving it a homey feel. A pool table at one end, a foos ball table at the other, and entertainment center with video game systems, movies, and of course, cable TV. Big comfy chairs and couches surround a coffee table for comfortable loafing. Long glass windows with a pair of French doors line one side of the room bringing in plenty of light during the day. The main rule in here is to clean up after yourself.

It's later in the evening, close to midnight, and Robyn was just too awake to go to sleep. Finding nothing to do in the dorms, he's come into the main building and was searching around the television for something to watch. After finding nothing, he put on some music and is just having his own fun time dancing around, an odd sort of dance, but he seems to be having fun. He sings along but his voice is nothing special. "What can I do, what can I say, choose your weapon time to pay..forget ahbout the second day. We could be friends with a kiss and flow, choose your weapon, time to go. A military fashion show." The song he's singing sounds like a type of techno song.

THUMP. Something heavy hits the pool table, billard balls scattering and rolling onto the floor around. Anyone who looks will find Owen Folger on the pool table and a dissappating cloud of DarkForce. He's all fuzzy and definitely shirtless, a sheet keeping his lower-half hidden away. Seems he teleported in his sleep.

There's a jump from Robyn as he hears the thud and something like a purplish blade, extending six inches, forms from his hand as the noise scared him. "Wh-whose there?" He says turning around nerviously, the physic blade still not vanishing and that scaring him as much as someone now sleeping on the pool table. He walks over nerviously and then gets a confused look on his face. "O-owen?"

Owen mumbles something and squirms on the pool table. "Ah'll feed the chickens when Ah get up…Ah'm sure they can wait a couple minutes…" he mumbles sleepily. "Rooster ain' even crowed yet…"

Robyn walks over to and shakes his hand trying to maket the psyonic blade to go away.. "Owen, it's me, Robyn." He Unfortunately though as he touches him with him with his other hand and accidentally drains some of Owen's physic energy in the process. He really has to get his control down.

Owen lets out a grunt of displeasure at the draining. After a few moments, he stirs and starts to wake up. "Uhh…wha's goin' on? Gran'Pa slip whiskey intah mah juice again' last night?" he asks, apparently not awake completely.

"Oh my god Owen, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." Robyn says as with the drain the psychic weapon goes away. He'll have to talk to someone about that later. "Owen, you're sleeping on the pool table in the Rec Room, and no one slipped whiskey into your juice, at least I hope not.."

It takes him a few minutes to make sense of that through the headache and sleepiness but eventually Owen sighs. "So…guess Ah teleported down here in mah sleep," he comcludes, remembering going to sleep in his dorm. Sitting up, the sheet slips off and Owen ends up flashing Robyn, quickly grabbing the sheet to cover himself when he notices. "Sorry…what'd ya do?"

Robyn's eyes glance down and he can't help but stare for a bit as Owen flashes him. "Huh, I did something?" He's distracted for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drain some of your physic energy it just happened when I tried to wake you up. You okay?"

Owen looks confused, still fuzzy. "Ya drained what now?" he asks, looking Robyn over. "Ah'm okay. Jus' a headache."

Robyn looks down. "Your psyic energy, that's why you have a headache. I just tried to wake you up." He explains looking up at Owen. "I'm sorry. And do you often teleport in your sleep?"

Owen nods slowly. "Alright then. Well…enjoy the psychic energy. This somethin' Ah gotta go tah the medbay for or am Ah okay?" he asks, calm and cool about it. A sheepish smile forms on his face at the question. "Not often. Thought Ah had it under control but it still happens this time. USually its jus' around the room…"

"You should be find, jut the headache. I don't do it on purpose." Robyn says before smiling a bit as Owen doesn't seem to mind. The techno-ish music is still playing, it has that goth kind of edge to it, as Robyn didn't turn it off before heading over to Owen. "I will admit you scared the crap outta me Owen cause I didn't expect anyone else to come out here, especially teleport in here, this late at night."

Owen slowly starts to change back to his normal appearance, becoming more visible as the fur fades away. "Sorry 'bout that. What're ya doin' out here anyway?" he asks. There's a pause and the teen looks around. "And what's that music?"

"I couldn't sleep, thinking about things, and I'm a bit of a night owel." Robyn says with a smile and shrug. "And the music, oh it's some band I like, And One. They're a German band, I like them." Robyn says with a shrug. "But anyway, I just had one of those nights where I couldn't sleep." He says as he's dressed in a loose black shirt over a pair of pajama pants.

Owen nods again. "Suppose they're okay," he says, rolling his shoulders. "Sorta a night-owl mahself most of the time," he remarks.

Robyn walks over to the couch and plops down. "Yeah sometimes I can get to bed at a normal time but weekends I can't seem to sleep." Robyn shrugs and gets back up to turn off his music before stting back down. "So you up for a movie or anything tonight? Maybe keep eachother compnay unless you want to go back to sleep?"

Owen slips off the pool table, securing the sheet around him in a toga-of-sorts. Cracking his neck, the DarkForce user movers to join Robyn on the couch. "Movie, game, late night TV…whatever. Ah won' be able tah get back tah sleep for awhile…"

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