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It was over.

The Nightmare King had been defeated. Two previously unknown crew members had been freed. Entire sections of the city were in ruins. The crew would have to spend the next few weeks just cleaning up the mess that was left in the wake of the battles that had raged in the lower sections of the ship. But before he enlisted in the clean-up crew to get the city cleared of rubble and safe to walk in once again, Remy was going to do the one thing he'd been dying to do ever since he'd been tossed out of the maze by GLaDOS: sleep.

No nightmares. No fits. No terrors. Just a long night of relaxing sleep.

Unfortunately, after the hectic events of the last day, despite being physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted, Remy collapsed into his bed only to spend the next two hours tossing and turning. His side hurt, so he shifted onto his back only to end up staring at the ceiling for twenty minutes, his eyes refusing to stay closed. He tried his stomach, his other side, his back again then on to his stomach before finally cursing and giving up. He'd gotten so used to not sleeping that even when he could sleep, when he wanted to sleep, he couldn't.

Swinging his feet to the floor, he stood up, crossed over to the 'sink' and quietly pulled his long hair back into a ponytail before slipping on his brown duster and heading out of his room and into the corridor. A walk couldn't hurt. Maybe if he taxed his body, drove himself to complete and total exhaustion, he might be able to finally get some sleep.

Another hour passed, he'd walked a small portion of the ship, and he was still wide awake and the walls--the same meaty walls--of the ship had long ago grown tiresome. Just not tiresome enough. It wasn't until Gambit found himself in the media library, reclining in one of the chairs with his feet resting on the top of the a table, watching Bogart and Bacall, that sleep finally found him. His head was tilted back, the movie playing on repeat in the background, with his mouth open and a small dab of drool creeping from the corner of his mouth, and snoring--loudly.

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Miku hadn't been to sleep yet, but she knew it was coming. The buzzing in the back of her skull needed to die down, and the lead weights on her eyelids needed to show up first. So, she found herself in the least traversed place on the ship - the media library. Maybe if she figured it out, she could find a video for she and Steve to watch when it was okay to visit him. It would be on the comm's small screen, but it was probably better than nothing, right?

She was jolted out of this train of thought by a snore. A loud one and shifted uneasily. Could a person really make that noise? Her investigation led her to Gambit and a very succinct answer - yes, and drool, too. Considering that she remembered quite well how much sleep he hadn't been getting, Miku was loathe to wake him. Instead she slipped past Gambit and quietly turned off his movie, exhaling against the pain of limbs still healing.

The sudden silence and loss of the background noise elicited a loud snort. Pulled from his slumber, the Cajun's eyes slowly drifted half-open. "I was watching dat, cher," he said, his voice hoarse and groggy.

"You weren't," Miku chided softly. "Not unless you've learned to watch movies through your mouth." Ah, she sounded like her mother. How troubling. "Remy-sa... Remy, you should be in bed." He was probably going to hurt himself somehow, sleeping the way he'd been. A crick in the neck was the worst thing to wake up to.

"Can't sleep," Remy replied, leaning forward to switch the movie back on then leaned back, folding his arms across his chest as he started 'watching' it again. He was being stubborn.

"You didn't seem to be having any trouble with that before," Miku replied, and sighed at him. She could be stubborn too, but she didn't want to pick a fight. Not when all and sundry everywhere else on the ship seemed to be gleefully doing that themselves.

So, she did what any person, exasperated with the world at large would do. She tugged on his arm. "You'll really sleep better in bed, Remy," she murmured.

"Stop treating Gambit like a child," Remy countered, pulling his arm away from her. He's tired and crabby, don't take it personally, Miku.

He tugged his duster tighter around his body and slouched further into his chair. "I can take care of myself."

"If you weren't acting like one, I wouldn't. Please don't be so stubborn and go to sleep." She's tired, too, but not crabby. Or maybe she's just the formal version of crabby, because being rude would be... horrible. Just horrible.

"In a bed," she added as an afterthought and covered a yawn with her hand. At least urging someone to sleep was energy consuming.

"You listen here, woman," Gambit all but yelled, jumping to his feet and shoving the chair back in the process. "I--I-- Aw, forget it, I give up," he said, waving off the whole ordeal and stalking past Miku and toward the door.

It appears as if she may have won that one.

Miku squeaked and flinched like she'd been struck at the sudden near-shouting, but once he'd wandered off, sighed deeply. Well, she'd have to apologize for poking him later, but, it needed to be done.

A person just wouldn't sleep well all... Uncomfortable like that. "Sleep well...!" she rasped behind him and coughed.

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