Vesper Waught
Civilian identity guarded | Phantasia Sia, Tassie | She/Her | New League commons.

Huddled in a corner of her room, made comfortable with the use of covers and pillows from her bed, the young girl had gotten distracted reading a new book she got for her birthday a month prior. Even with the darkening of the sky, she hadn't noticed and kept on reading until the need for a glass of water prompted her to get back up and look at the time. And how late it was - for someone who had to get up early in the mornings, especially. But swept away in the world of flying lizards and dastardly counts, it was hard to notice the time pass, or even feel tired until her eyes had actually lifted off the paper.

Naturally, now that she had been pulled from the unfortunate book, and the tiredness was able to enter her eyes, she had no choice but to move her bedding back to where it belonged and lay her head to rest. It was a shame for her sitting corner, however, perhaps she ought to see if she could get a beanbag sometime in the future. That would be nice. Then at least she wouldn't have to make her bed once again, when really she didn't feel like doing so. But it was either that or sleeping on the floor and frankly, that decision wasn't difficult. After about ten minutes of continues back and forth, her bed was made - and quite nicely so, ready for her to sleep. Sleepiness had long overcome her by now. Vesper wasted little time removing the dark-blue ribbon from her hair so she could brush and braid it. A few more minutes and the girl's hair was done and teeth were brushed. She send a last 'goodnight' message to her aunt (for the guardian awaited one everyday, and she had forgotten to send one earlier) and off to sleep she was.

Or so she thought.

Only a few hours had passed, when she awoke with a start. Frazzled she reached for her phone, thinking some lunatic was ringing her in the wee hours of the morning (lest it be an emergency) but no; her phone screen displayed nothing but the time after she'd pressed it's 'on' button, burning her still tired eyes. With a groan, the usually quite composed girl fell face first back against her pillow, truthfully wanting to ignore the unusual sound. Where did it even come from? Her eyes closed, she listened for a little while. It sounded like... A hoover? What?

This realisation had her perk back up, eyes locking onto the door that, further down, led to a shared common space. She never perceived these walls to be thin enough for sound to pass so clearly, making the difference must be that it's so quiet all around. How peculiar. Someone wouldn't be cleaning at this hour, would they? (Was this normal?) You see, Vesper had only recently moved into the commons. A few weeks ago, actually, though still before the new year had come. She had yet to become familiar with every in and out of living within the commons, she felt, and was quite the reason for her being a bit more on edge than usual lately. She would rather not get in trouble. Still, this seemed like such a peculiar occurrence. You'd think someone living in a city would have gotten used to such sudden sounds, but not quite.

Though a bit reluctantly, she decided to go take a look. Throwing a jacket over her shoulders and sliding her phone inside her pocket, in an easy to reach manner. She wouldn't expect there to be someone that didn't have security clearance, still, one could never be too cautious. That's why she had emergency numbers on quick access. Making her way across the room, as quietly as one could expect from a dreamwalker, pushed the large white door open and peeked through. Though, little could be seen until she left her room (closing the door behind her, of course) and made her way nearer to the commons, where... Oh dear. Was he sleep walking? Quite curiously, she stared for a few seconds. This was an unusual sight - but his eyes seemed to be open.

".. What are you doing?"
She looked quite baffled indeed. What normally was a neutral expression, that showed a friendly smile at most, was now a face of confusion and surprise, brows raised. He was apart of her unit - yes, Covey, was it. How unexpected.


[ @naiad - Since you mentioned he might be caught doing this, thought it could be funny :eyes: lmk if you'd like anything changed!! ]

Vesper Waught
Civilian identity guarded | Phantasia Sia, Tassie | She/Her | New League commons.

It was such a peculiar thing, yet the boy looked almost as bewildered at her. There, in a dimly lit room, one stared at the other, both apparently confused for differing reasons. And it was a peculiar meeting - she wouldn't deny that in the slightest. Yes, they had spoken before. But no, she could hardly recall it ever being much beyond the casual pleasantries that any pair of strangers who wound up working together might share. In that sense, this nearly felt like meeting the boy again for the first time, and in a rather awkward situation. Vesper wasn't one to unnecessarily stare, not usually at least (or so she preferred to think), yet here she was. Uttered a few words, nearly gone unnoticed by herself as her mind was still foggy with sleep, and fixated him and his vacuum. Blame it on her mind's fogginess.

It was not until Covey responded that she recollected herself - her manners, most importantly. How rude she must have appeared, the young girl slowly came to realise, leaning back against thin air (though hardly enough to fall over; dear, no. Vesper knew better than that). She merely felt... Well, no one would fancy being caught staring, much less without one's mask. Ah. It was a silly thing, really. Pale pink hair hardly aided in keeping her identity guarded, but the thought was of preference at least. Being fully aware she had yet to answer his question (the girl was a bit baffled too yet answer), she unconsciously slid a hand up to lightly cover the lower part of her face as she turned her head away. They were not supposed to see patrol members out of costume, were they? She could swear that was a part of the regiment, and the thought that she'd broken one such important rule was quite distressing.
Truly, it was. Fully aware of the terrible silence she must have brought upon, she stepped back and sat down upon one of the several sofas within the common room, visage remaining turned away. For what it was worth, she could respect both their private identities at least now.

Ah, but what was it again he asked? Vesper bit her lip. How terribly she had handled this situation. What was she even thinking? She should have ignored the sound of alerted someone; not go inspect the situation alone, out of costume, when she barely had the adequate powers to defend herself (Vesper had to heavily rely on hand-to-hand combat, you see, and although she'd been training the girl could use more practice). ..But that was hardly the issue now. If anything, it would have been a bother for another to be awoken only to find a cleaning patrol member.

"I came to check out the sound."
She finally replied, after what might have felt like an eternity of silence on her end. And despite her conflicting thoughts, she managed a calm expression, as always, rid of her previous bewilderment now replaced by a friendly smile - and a light gesture towards the mechanic cleaning device.
"..What are you doing, cleaning at three a.m.?"
Eyes briefly flashed Covey's direction, rather curious. One might not notice, but despite her calm, if not friendly, demeanour; the more she thought of this - being awoken in the wee hours of the night, by a vacuum cleaner - there was a bit of irritation that had festered within the pit of her stomach. Some more controlling part of her wanting to scold the patrol member, ask why he even thought it a good idea. Yet, she knew better than that. The girl's temper had always been one to cause trouble, something she did not fancy one bit. Long had she practiced to keep her usual cool, level-headed appearance instead, pulling friendly smiles and polite nods through any bit that may irk her nerves. Just as now; she told herself, there ought to be a good reason. And simply kept the friendly face she would usually have, mind fog dissipating the longer she stayed awake.

"Could you not sleep?"
As though a thought suddenly struck her - and it did - she visibly perked up a little, unconsciously (and finally) turning back towards Covey as she posed her rather sudden question. The process behind this sudden thought was that, perhaps, he'd gotten a nightmare? Silly it may sound, young and old were kept awake by those nasty things, and if that were the case, she should believe herself capable of doing something about it. ..She was still learning, yes, but it was hardly among the most difficult of things. That wasn't to say that Vesper used her abilities willy-nilly, without thought. Hardly, in fact, she could be rather apprehensive about using them. There were plenty of things she'd recommend Covey if either sleeplessness or nightmares kept him up, from warm milk to counting sheep and back pats or warm water bottles. Her ability to spin gentle dreams was nothing but a last resort for the most terrible of nights, one of which she would hope is not this.

That being said, and to clarify, not malice could ever be seen in her expression. Only the polite expression, hands clasped together, a that hint of a genuine question.



[ @naiad - Look who finally found their lost tab again :rofl: apologies for the major delay :heartbounce: ]