When you wake you shall have cake. [CLOSED]

[circumitus]

WHO: Rey and Elleru.
WHAT: Shortly after promising to return to bed at the behest of her roommate, Rey might have gotten distracted.
WHERE: Room Double 014.
WHEN: A couple days after this conversation.

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Shit, was there something she was supposed to do?

It's not normally like Rey to forget things so easily. Between the lack of sleep and only the brief few minutes of reprieve via power naps in between, she's running on fumes. Not much different from how she had survived in the sky prison, always having to look behind her back... The synthetics here might not pose a similar thread as the ones Rey has consistently faced over her myriad lifetimes, but it doesn't mean they're let entirely off the hook yet.

After so much time pouring over data and studying the wires of a door panel she had opened, hoping to try and bypass the security protocol... She's worn herself ragged once again. A small break isn't going to cut it.

Not that she can tell the passing of time the natural way from where she is, with no windows and a long corridor behind her offering no natural light. From a bag consisting of a datapad she had scanned from the library among other 'survival' items, she pulls out a protein bar, heaving a sigh and turning to press her back up against the wall. Her legs slide from under her until she's sitting on the ground. Now, there was something she was supposed to be doing, right?

"Did I leave the oven on?" Rey absentmindedly huffs between bites of her snack, before stopping mid-chew. "Ah, fuck."

Snatching the bag and its contents as she swings back onto her feet, the ground pounds under the soles of her boots as Rey hurries up to the housing level of Anchor.

The automatic door swings open in a hiss as she all but barrels back into her bedroom, breath harried and appearance reflecting that of anyone who's had grooming low on their priorities...

She opens her mouth to call out, but then snaps her jaw back shut to listen in. If she wakes up her roommate so callously, that probably won't help much, either.

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[birdical]

In good news, it seems that neither the door opening, nor Rey stumbling in roused Elleru, the lump under the covers of her bed and the trail of purple hair draped across the pillow not budging an inch at the noise. Maybe she's sound asleep, or maybe she's fuming -- it's difficult to tell in the dim illumination from the hallway, the rest of the lights out for the night. From Rey's bed comes a soft, green glow, the telltale eye of Tripod upon her. How he beat her from the library to her room is another mystery, and the three-legged feline has many of those yet to be solved.

Another mystery awaits Rey for when she inspects the bed, as it seems to have been utterly destroyed. Metal coils and dense cushioning spill from long gashes in the fabric of the mattress body, parts of which have been unceremoniously shredded and torn; synthetic stuffing lies all around Rey's section of the room, flung to and fro in a destructive fit. Her comforter seems to have survived, but only because it's now located on Elleru's bed.

Needless to say, something has been in there, and something decided Rey did not need her own bed if she wasn't going to be using it.