Look Out, Point ((Jan/Rook/Romulus/Whatever;Open))

[T-Bone]

You would think that, after somehow managing to break two swords, lock himself in a closet for six hours, and set fire to three trays of food in the mess hall, Barret could at least handle being charged with the task of sentry duty, the simplest and least fire-related of tasks. But you would be utterly wrong. Bear was painfully aware of this at the moment.

He remembered falling asleep at one point. He'd even thought to himself, "Hm. I must be dozing off right now." And then he did. That was his first mistake. His second mistake was having stupid dreams; when he dozed off, he dreamed that he had sentry duty and was dozing off. Every time he "fell asleep" in his dream, he woke up, only to fall asleep for real and relive the exact same experience. At this point, Bear wasn't even sure if he was dreaming right now. Details from the dream began to seep into reality, or was it the other way around? He should really stop dozing off. . . Then again, there was a fifty-fifty chance that staying awake would really mean staying asleep. . .

"Barret!"

The young hare immediately stood to attention, but silence followed. He turned around, and nobody was there. Wait, was he awake now, or. . .? This was stupid.

Bear sighed and leaned against the window sill. All of this was stupid. The job itself was pointless, really. Nobeast ever saw anything out there. All there was to do was stare out the glassless windows and watch the sand sit there and be all. . . sea-level. Unlike Bear, who was really high up. If this were a dream, he could jump out of the window, and given the steep incline of the mountain at this particular location, he would wake up. But if it weren't a dream, he would most definitely die. There had to be a better test than that.

Bear tried pinching his own arm, but that worked about as well as if he'd tried to fly out the window and into the coming sunrise. Speaking of the sunrise, exactly how long did it take for the sun to make its way to the east side of the sky at night? This job would never end at this rate.

A sudden breeze rustled Bear's fur, and he allowed his eyes to close as he took in the salty air. . . Bad move. Bear woke up. Or fell asleep. Whatever. One of the two. Over the next ten minutes or however long it was, Bear had a conversation with somebeast, saw distant firelight from the window, and tripped down some stairs. Also, he did something that involved a sling and a ceramic bowl.

But then he woke up or fell asleep again and found himself with his cheek on his fist and his eyes on the sea. Bear blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes (for like the fortieth time tonight), and glanced around for firelight. There was none. . . Good. Firelight had the potential to be a really bad sign, or at least it felt like it would be a bad sign.

Bear straightened, yawned, shook his head, and started to continue staring out his window. Maybe this time he was really awake. A noise sounded from behind. Bear turned.

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((Sorry, this thread is long overdue. But spring break started, so hooray and such. Anyway, as you can probably guess, I would like to somehow include the events from his dream-or-not in the events of reality-or-not. I'm not entirely sure if I'll continue switching between dream and reality, but if so, y'all can just exchange pms with me so we can sort it out.))

[Romulus]

Cordin Fuzthrite Liztine Harlington Dorchester was having a rather bad day. After an incident with the irate boyfriend of the pretty haremaiden he'd been flirting with, the corporal had come away with an out-of-place jaw. Then he'd been confused for another hare whose jaw actually was out of place, and that haremaiden had dished out a most painful backhand. Then, when visiting the infirmary for pain meds, he'd met up with the disagreeable Dr. Black, who had not improved Cordin's mood in the least.

Now it was late evening, and the sandy-colored corporal had not gotten nearly as much training in today as he'd have liked. Storming through the halls, Cordin avoided conversation with his mates as they made their way to their quarters. He had requested sentry duty, the one obligation he was determined to see through, that didn't necessarily involve contact with haremaids and their boyfriends.

Once outside, Cordin felt instantly better. The cool fresh air at once relaxed him and perked him up. Loosening his grip on the longbow he'd brought, the corporal inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. It was at this point he noticed the other hare. Familiar bloke, but Cordin couldn't quite place the name. Tapping the tip of the bow against the wall, the corporal announced his arrival.

"Lovely evening, wot?" the golden-eyed hare said amicably. The other sentry turned his way, and Cordin tried his best to recall this chap's name. Ben? No. Bard? No. Some kind of big animal . . . Boar? No. Bear! Aha! That was it. Striding up beside Bear, Cordin flashed one of his famous smiles. "Hope I didn't interrupt yore doze, ole boy." It was meant as a jest, proven by the corporal's good-natured chuckle immediately following the remark. He had no idea that Bear had been experiencing some troubling dreams.

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((Hope this is okay.))