022 - Before You Finally Go, There's One Thing You Should Know

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[Misaki is in the bar, nursing--a cup of coffee. Plain old coffee, no alcohol added. It's not even coffee so much as drinkable mud. She looks tired and angry and upset, and vaguely like she's been crying and is trying to hide it. She stares into space for a moment, looks down at the mug, and then lays her head on her arms and to all intents and purposes falls asleep.]


[[SO Misaki traded her voice for one of the translation notepads. So she can't talk, but she can communicate! The pad translates whatever is written on it into an acceptable language for the reader.]]

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I don't know how else

I can't think of any other cause. The more I've thought about it the worse the nightmares have gotten.

...it actually pissed me off enough to keep investigating.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

And now you've worked it out you can't get rid of them.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

So it would seem.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I've got some stuff in the archives that might help you sleep. Came through the Rift a couple of years ago... it's stopped Jack's nightmares before now. I'm not sure if it would work for yours.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

I'll try pretty much anything at this point.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He nods, dropping from the Plane then returning a few minutes later with a Torchwood storage bag with some sort of alien sleeping drug.] It's best to dissolve a bit of it in a drink. Preferably something you can finish quickly-- it takes effect pretty much straight away.

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[Her drinkable mud is just hot enough still to dissolve the little bead-like pill. And just cool enough that she can down it in one go, though the look on her face says it tastes far from pleasant.

And then the notepad finishes translating the rest of what he says. She manages to doodle a sloppy,]

sHid

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto winces as she downs the coffee, not bothering to do anything other than glance at what she's written.

He makes sure she's balanced on her seat before dropping from the Plane again. This time he returns with Jack's bed (lucky for you Misaki, Ianto talked him into getting rid of his old bunker. \o/). He puts her into the bed, before fixing himself a whiskey and making himself comfortable at the bar. She could be out for a few hours, and he's not happy about leaving her on her own.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[And she is. Awww, isn't she cute when she's asleep? She doesn't so much as twitch the entire time, the only movement being her slow, steady breathing. And then she stirs a bit, rolls over, and opens her eyes. She looks momentarily confused, but then pushes herself upright and spots Ianto.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Have an awkward smile, Misaki.] That stop the nightmares okay?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Have an awkward smile, Ianto. THEY SEEM TO DO THIS A LOT. And then she's hunting around for the notepad. D: ]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[--oh! This notepad?]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Ah! That notepad.]

How long was I asleep?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Still in Italian, btw. :|b And consulting his stopwatch, because he likes timing weird things.] Three hours, twenty-one minutes.

1/2

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

You timed it?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Why not? It's good to know how long each dose lasts for, if nothing else.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

True.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I could give you the seconds if you wanted.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

No thank you.