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badly_knittedTitle: Not Restful
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
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badly_knittedCharacters: Varian, Jonathan, Travellers.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the series.
Summary: Spending the night in a comfortable bed is proving less restful than Varian had expected.
Written For: The prompt ‘Luminance’ on my
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1character table.Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
It had been such a relief to enter a zone that was not only inhabited, but where the people were civilised, friendly, and welcoming to a small group of weary, bedraggled travellers. The storm that had been raging in the previous zone had left them all soaked to the skin, but here they’d been provided with a suite of rooms, hot water for bathing, and a hot meal. The afternoon and evening had been sheer luxury.
But now night had fallen, everyone had retired, hoping to enjoy a restful night in a comfortable bed for the first time in several weeks, and although the bed was indeed comfortable, even large enough to accommodate a man of his height without his feet dangling off the end, as was so often the case, Varian was experiencing a somewhat annoying problem.
During daylight it hadn’t been noticeable, but now the glow emanating from the walls and ceiling of the room was becoming bothersome. It was a strange luminance that never allowed for a decent level of darkness, and after weeks of sleeping beneath the complete absence of stars and moon, Varian found the brightness of their current accommodations… not conducive to peaceful rest.
Normally, he had no trouble falling asleep, but despite feeling so worn out he’d expected to be asleep the moment his head hit what passed for a pillow, instead, here he was, still wide awake while the others slept around him. Even with his eyes shut, the light was still visible, and because it was coming from every direction, even overhead, no matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t evade it. How his travelling companions had managed to drift off escaped him.
There didn’t seem to be any way to shut it off, at least he couldn’t locate anything resembling a light switch, and for all he knew, the glow might be a property of the substance the walls and ceiling were made from. Finally, in desperation, he lay down and pulled the covers over his head, hoping they might be enough to block out that irritatingly intrusive illumination so he might at last get some desperately needed rest.
Disturbed by Varian’s restless fidgeting, Jonathan woke up and stared at the glowing ceiling. “Oh, wonderful.” He frowned at the blanket shrouded lump on the next bed. “You might have turned the lights off.”
Darkness fell.
“Ah. Voice activated.”
The End
But now night had fallen, everyone had retired, hoping to enjoy a restful night in a comfortable bed for the first time in several weeks, and although the bed was indeed comfortable, even large enough to accommodate a man of his height without his feet dangling off the end, as was so often the case, Varian was experiencing a somewhat annoying problem.
During daylight it hadn’t been noticeable, but now the glow emanating from the walls and ceiling of the room was becoming bothersome. It was a strange luminance that never allowed for a decent level of darkness, and after weeks of sleeping beneath the complete absence of stars and moon, Varian found the brightness of their current accommodations… not conducive to peaceful rest.
Normally, he had no trouble falling asleep, but despite feeling so worn out he’d expected to be asleep the moment his head hit what passed for a pillow, instead, here he was, still wide awake while the others slept around him. Even with his eyes shut, the light was still visible, and because it was coming from every direction, even overhead, no matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t evade it. How his travelling companions had managed to drift off escaped him.
There didn’t seem to be any way to shut it off, at least he couldn’t locate anything resembling a light switch, and for all he knew, the glow might be a property of the substance the walls and ceiling were made from. Finally, in desperation, he lay down and pulled the covers over his head, hoping they might be enough to block out that irritatingly intrusive illumination so he might at last get some desperately needed rest.
Disturbed by Varian’s restless fidgeting, Jonathan woke up and stared at the glowing ceiling. “Oh, wonderful.” He frowned at the blanket shrouded lump on the next bed. “You might have turned the lights off.”
Darkness fell.
“Ah. Voice activated.”
The End
