paradisalost | What Dreams May Come

WHO Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and various people (Ray Stantz)
WHAT Visits to the sleeping Fred.
WHERE Hyperion Tower. Fred's room, other rooms too if people want?
WHEN Anytime during the ten days that Fred's on her loss.
NOTES Treat it as an open party post, create your own subthreads if wanted. I just figured some people might like to check on Fred, catch up with other friends of hers. Mill around, stop the jigglypuff from drawing faces on Fred or making more people fall asleep or whatever. XD Prose or action spam is welcome.
WARNINGS G, I presume.

Wes sighed and rubbed at his eyes, placing a bookmark in the copy of Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov that he'd been reading. He glanced over at Fred's sleeping form, then sighed softly. Even though he knew it wasn't anyone's fault, that it was just another temporary castle loss, there was still that nagging regret that he'd gone a whole day without talking to her. Hadn't noticed or sensed that anything might be wrong. Perhaps that was why he was now spending so much time keeping a vigil. Wanting to be there when she finally woke up again. To apologise. To reassure himself that she was going to be fine. He missed her. As did a great deal other people. Even though she wasn't gone, he could feel the lack of her. No doubt the others did too.

He stood up, then bent over the bed to straighten the covers again, even though they didn't really need adjusting. A kiss to the forehead for his sleepy beauty. Stifling a yawn he considered going to fetch a cup of coffee. A faint rustling noise caused him to glance off to the side. It was that strange creature again. Sometimes it floated in mid air, sometimes it started singing. He wasn't quite sure what to make if it. Some might find it cute, but Wes found it a bit on the annoying side, to be honest. Still, it was apparently a parting gift from Lorne for Fred and thus was allowed to stay in her room. Right now it was inching closer to him, humming softly.

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Elektra isn't surprised to see him still hovering around even while he's not service when she enters the kitchen. She knows this is her cue to scold him even if she's here for about the same reasons. She's concerned and ready to jump head first into the situation if only there were something to fight. Alas there's not so she goes easy on him for now out of sympathy. They both stuck here being useless to someone they both cared about after all.

"Are crackers really going to be enough?"

"They'll do. I don't like to wish for things." Wes murmured, as if that were an adequate explanation for his meal being more of a light snack.

"Would you like some tea?" There was enough water in the kettle to make her a mug as well. Of course, it wasn't anything like the pots of tea he could make at his own residence. Loose leaf always tasted so much better.

"I can't say I do either." Elektra sets down her bag on the floor and takes a seat. "Good thing we're in a kitchen. You might not get a real meal otherwise," she retorts casually. "And I'll take some tea. Thank you."

"It's one of the reasons I prefer living in town. Less temptation to allow convenience to reign over necessity. I still don't trust the process behind wishing and we still have no way of knowing just what price it costs to have things summoned for us."

He moved to fetch a cup and pour her some. "How do you like it? Plain or with milk or sugar? There might even be some honey in the cupboards somewhere..."

"Honey." Elektra says automatically. She waits a moment before continuing. "Do you know what else is in there? I feel like making something while I'm here."

Wes hunts down the honey for her and shakes his head. "Vaguely. I was locked in here with the others for a week, but...well I've never been much of a cook. The vegetables should be in the fridge. I think there's pasta and other non-perishables in the pantry over there."

Elektra sits up. "Alright. Let's see what I can do with that." She's heading for the cabinets. "Worst case scenario I poison us and we find a healer."

She's exaggerating. She knew how to cook. That didn't mean Wesley had to know that.

"The last time I tried to make pasta was a bit of a disaster." He admitted ruefully, but nevertheless he moved to where she was now investigating what was on hand. "However, I'm still willing to help in the preparation. I can chop, slice or dice without making a complete fool of myself at least."

Elektra smiles at him as she pulls out the first box she can find. "Consider yourself hired then. I'll make sure the pasta stays disaster free."

"Don't forget to drink your tea, though. Before it cools," he points out. He can see that she's already starting to focus on preparing the meal.

"I haven't forgotten." She completely forgot about it. Elektra makes up for it by grabbing the cup and taking a quick sip before getting back on task.

"It's good."

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