bluedespitebeing | Fourth Injection. [late night video/action for cianwood inn.]

[It had been a month. When Lisa had first started having the dreams, she simply brushed them off as a bad night. Then one bad night had become two, then four, until finally the nurse was running on very little sleep. Lisa had, of course, heard about this happening before--days being lost being followed by extremely vivid dreams--but her dehumanization wasn't something she wanted to bring up again. The nurse is working in the inn's kitchen at a time very few people should still be awake, absorbed in her thoughts, when Peony decides to have a little fun.

The feed opens up to...a leg. Those familiar with her first network post might think that perhaps Lisa's dropped her gear again until a soft, cheerful chirp is heard.]

Hap! Happiny, hap!

[It seems this little pokemon's seen others filming their trainers, and wanted to try her hand at it, too! Boy, does she sound proud of herself. With a tiny grunt, the camera's view moves up to a woman's face for the briefest of moments, and then swings alarmingly up to the ceiling accompanied by a panicked squeal.

Oh. Oh, right. Happiny are really round, aren't they?]

Are you okay? You just about gave me a heart attack...

[In a second, the gear and the pokemon are picked up. Lisa looks tired, as she often does these days, with purple-tinted pouches under her eyes.]

If only I had as much energy as you, Peony...

[She offers a weak smile before giving in to a yawn. Guess she'd better address those other night owls...]

So what do others do when they can't sleep?

[Lisa bends to set the Happiny down again, then straightens as she runs her free hand through her hair and sighs.]

Maybe I'll just...go eat some cereal.

[She had the strangest feeling that would make her feel better.]

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Harry... What are you still doing up?

[She makes her way over to him, looking down to his notes. Food could wait for curiosity.]

Couldn't sleep. I thought I might get some notes down.

[Just some random notes about plot and motives.]

What about you?

[Interestingggg.]

Bad dream... [That much she didn't feel uncomfortable saying.] Thought eating might help my brain calm down.

Nothing too bad I hope.

[Spoiler, this may be the reason he himself can't sleep.]

Maybe a glass of water would help?

[It wouldn't be all that shocking to hear.]

Hmmmn. [Nope, not an answer--but she also wasn't responding to a question in the first place.

At the suggestion, she looks over to the fridge. Lisa's focus had just been on food. She'd forgotten that warm milk was often a solution for children who couldn't sleep. While she wasn't going to go that far, she does concede to the point that a drink might also be helpful.

Even as she makes her way over to the fridge, her main focus is on him.]

I don't believe I've tried that one, yet. Have you, Harry?

[He shrugs slightly.]

A few times.

Actually...as much as I lecture Heather, my sleeping habits are just as bad as hers...probably worse sometimes. Most time I just work on writing or read a book.

[A grin curls and she chuckles softly at him.]

Not very responsible of you, Mr. Dad... Do you want a glass?

[Since she's over here, and all.]

[He laughs a bit as well.]

I know, it's one of her favourite things to remind me about.

Sure, if you don't mind. A glass would be nice.

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[Lisa returns shortly with the glasses of water, setting one down in front of the man.]

You're a good father, though... I was never that close with my dad.

Thanks.

[He takes the glass with a nod and a small smile.]

...Well I try to be. I never got a chance to be close to my own father. He passed away when I was younger.

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