[Log] Tired of Sleeping (open, one closed prompt)

[henchgal]

Who: Meredith and Y'all
When: Early half of October
Where: Apartment B1, ADI Offices, a cafe in town
Summary: Meredith dealing with sleepy-song related brain-fog, getting frustrated with herself
Warnings: Minor memory loss/brain fog, may lead into discussion of self-esteem, perfectionism and disability issues.


1. The Bird on the String is Hanging (Closed, B1)
Meredith left three, almost four hours ago to go do the groceries. Any attempts to text her while she's out may lead to the discovery that she left her phone near the french press, which she failed to clean out this morning. It's not like her, really it's not.

And now she's finally back, but what she lays out on the kitchen counter are hardly really groceries. To wit: a tub of caramel popcorn, a bag of Halloween candy, one whole frozen turkey and a single box of cereal. Even she seems confused by what's sitting there before her, staring at the turkey as if it'll explain itself.


2. Clean, Quilted Heart (Open, ADI Offices)
It's slowly getting worse, the slip-ups, the moments when her mind stutters and exhaustion makes the decisions for her. Perhaps the worst incident comes on a workday, when Meredith shows up to the ADI office not only without makeup, but still in her pajamas. She looks...sloppy. It's not like her, given her usual attention to appearances, her need to be just so.

But she's torn between going home to change and just riding out the day. "Perhaps I need to just keep an emergency change of clothes here at the office."

It's a lighthearted comment, but she feels almost as bad as if she'd walked out without any pants on.


3. I Wonder When I'll Be Waking (Open, Cafe in Town)
Coffee solves a lot of ills, right? Meredith's at a cafe out in town, trying to deal with her exhaustion in the way that tastes best. But she's been staring blearily at the menu, holding up the line for several minutes. Perhaps she might need a rescue or someone to just say 'a coffee, please' on her behalf, because between the frappe-machi-mocha-cinos, she's totally lost the plot.


X. I Just Can't Hear What He's Saying (Wildcard)
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[henchgal]

Well, at least he didn't try to hide it. She relaxes slightly, and decides not to draw this out longer, harder, because she believes him when he says he wants to help.

"My boss is the Dastard. He knows that I know--he rescued me once from a hero type who kidnapped me to inform me about his secret identity. But I'd figured it out before that. It's not hard, when you're always covering for someone when a supervillain is active. I don't help him with his schemes, beyond making excuses for why he isn't in the office and being the best damned personal assistant I can be for his business."

It's strange, she's almost afraid that will be enough to make him pull away, enough to make him hate her. When did she become the sort of person who cared what a teenager would think about her?

[ployboy]

Dastard, Tim muses, is so on-the-nose he finds it hard to stay straight faced. But he does, because he understands just how serious this is. For the both of them. But that hero type is beyond irresponsible, and Tim can't hold back the small noise of protest.

Endangering civilians and making a big reveal of a secret identity for... recognition? Glory? So Meredith's old boss was that Super-guy. Her new one--

"There's someone... a few someones, like that in my world."

Parallels, right?

"But Luthor won't even try to hide who he is, he likes the worship too much."

He tap-tap-taps his heel against the wood of the counter. It complicates a lot, to have a threat over her head. Or so he'd assume.

"Your boss... rescues you. You now work for him. He trusts you enough to pin some... pretty heavy responsibilities on you. Are you scared he'll hurt you, if you just... walk away?"

[henchgal]

"I'm more worried about being killed than being hurt. I'm very used to hurting, Tim." It's blunt, but if she's going to be honest, it's time to be honest.

She lets out a big old heavy sigh.

"Does any of that matter while we're here? And if I vanish back home at some point, you're not going to be able to help."

[ployboy]

Heard.

Tim nods. "Of course it matters. Whatever he's made you believe, fear-- it's affecting you here, too. You're not a burden. You'll never be one. Not to anyone or to any mission that should matter to you."

Because god forbid he be the one to believe everyone could link hands, and then achieve world peace. But he is good at... curating, y'know? Sometimes.

He's frowning. But he's mostly always, nowadays. "And if you vanish back home, you shouldn't think that... you can't... rescue yourself. Easier said than done, right? But I'd bet on you."

It's like some swirling, anxious pull that always makes him blab when it's-- genuine stuff, like this. Tim scratches idly at the crook of his elbow. He never knows how honesty... works. "I'll do better. We'll figure it out, remember?"

[henchgal]

"Together? We'll figure it out together?" See, for her, having someone who she finally trusts enough to admit everything to? That's so important, she can't even explain it. She's been desperate to not be alone with her secrets.

[ployboy]

"Team effort," he repeats, if only to be painfully adolescent A.K.A. a bit of an ass. But it's good natured, and even his level gaze is soft.

If she voiced it, he'd get it. The secrecy? How it takes and takes and takes? But all he can do is assume he understands. Tim wonders if she'd be the touchy-feely kind. Alas. Any heartfelt hug is put on hold. "I'm not Batman. I have friends. You're one of them, and you're not going to be alone through this. Not if you don't want to be."