Verse 02 - Video

[poeticverses]

[Jehan has Problem, and this seems to be the fastest way to find a solution for it even though these things still confuse him. So, he turns it on with a shy smile, looking much less beat to hell then in his first request for help a few weeks ago. However, he looks like someone who really hasn't been getting much sleep, dark circles and everything.

He's also in a pink waistcoat that really does not go with his red hair. This is why Jean Prouvaire is not allowed to buy his own clothing. He normally knows better, but lack of sleep leads to weird ideas and he's not one to fight them.

Sorry.]

Does...with so many different people here, I was hoping someone would be able to help me. I haven't been sleeping well, since my arrival, and it is starting to take its toll on me. I am in need of a sleeping draught or laudanum or...anything, really, to aid my sleep. Not wine or--other alcohol, though. That only works temporarily. Otherwise, I am open to any suggestions you may have.

Ah--thank you.

[And he cuts it]

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[text - english; SORRY HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE TRANSLATION THING YET]

[boselfdestruct]

Is it stress? If you eat more protein or anything with a lot of zinc or b-vitamins, that might help. If it's physiological, just eating something with a lot of melatonin could give you the same effect.

If you really need drugs though, a doctor might be able to help you than asking a network full of strangers.

[He wouldn't usually speak up, but taking laudanum for sleeping was kind of alarming. Pain, sure, maybe, but sleeping? This guy wasn't an addict, right?]

[Those dark circles are suddenly far more suspicious.]

[video]

[poeticverses]

[Jehan blinks at the words for a moment]

Forgive me, monsieur, but my English isn't quite that good. Written words are not translated and I can't understand you.

[...audio]

[boselfdestruct]

[but you're speaking english just-]

[wait]

Written words? Do you understand this?

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[polyhistor]

[hello again, Jehan.]

I find drinking non-caffeinated tea can sometimes help. They have a few good blends in the city if you're interested?

[Since the turtle-he-doesn't-know-is-a-turtle covered the other aspects...]

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[poeticverses]

[Not that Jehan understood that...]

Non-what tea?

[Sorry, caffeine was only discovered ten years ago for him]

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[polyhistor]

Caffeine. It's a stimulant in coffee, affecting the central nervous system. Mostly it restores alertness, and the duration of its effects is anywhere from three to seven hours depending on an individual's size and overall tolerance. It can also cause insomnia in sufficient dose. If you're having difficulty sleeping, it's best to limit your intake of any caffeine to before noon.

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[philosophe]

I have not yet found any laudanum in the city, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to look.

[He looks tired, too, but Jehan surely knows that already. (And a little sympathetic, he can just as easily guess what he's not saying in the rest of that.)]

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[poeticverses]

[Jehan blushes. He was hoping the others wouldn't notice this...]

Have you made any connections with what local clinics there are? Surely they would have some.

permavideo;

[onefouroneseven]

There are several methods of helping you sleep, but I am unaware of how many can be found in this place or what can be produced. Nor how effective it may be.

[ But she is interested in finding out. ]

[poeticverses]

Such as?

[cynisme]

[What the fuck are you wearing, Jehan? It's actually painful to the eyes.] Your welcome to my company and a bottle of wine to aid you, but I do kick.

[You hear that? he barely listened at all and suggested what you don't want. Isn't that lovely?]

[poeticverses]

[He sighs]

You paid no attention whatsoever, did you Grantaire?

[Also he knows you kick but not saying that in public]

If I wanted alcohol, I would have simply stolen yours.

[fotia]

[ ...do 19th c french people all dress like this? oh well w/e man, leo don't judge ]

I'd say it looks like a job for Hypnos, Monsieur Prouvaire, [ i'm sorry he's getting such a kick out of saying all these french names, even if he IS still saying it with a distinct American accent... ] but I don't think the gods can hear us here. Not that they're much help in the first place, though. So instead I offer you the more reliable sleeping pills!

[poeticverses]

[He's trying at least?

Leo, not Jehan. He's just got bad tasted exacerbated by sleep deprivation and exhaustion]

You have something?

permavid

[bowarmed]

Have you tried meditation? [Says the monk]

[poeticverses]

...what?

[Seriously, what?]

[depicted]

[Holy shit, Jehan. His eyes are bleeding. He does not need two badly dressed Romantics in his life.]

[But aside from that. Oh, PTSD Frenchboys. Dorian has no idea what to do with you.]

Laudanum's not fantastic for you in the long term, Donatello's right, but there aren't any soporifics I know that don't have side-effects to some degree, and laudanum is probably safer than sleeping pills if you're going to be using something for months. [Well. Marijuana is pretty kind as far as bad effects go, but when Dorian needs to sleep, it's opiates or sleeping pills. Coke and coffee to wake you up, dope and benzo to put you to sleep: the healthy lifestyle choices of Dorian Gray.] The only thing for insomnia that isn't at least a little dangerous is therapy. [Which Dorian has never taken and never will.] But I'll ask around.

[poeticverses]

[Jehan smiles softly. He tugs on the waistcoat because life just loves giving you a headache, Dorian]

Thank you, Monsieur Gray. Is there a difference between these pills you mentioned and laudanum?

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[idealisme]

[Enjolras had paused before responding to his friend's question.

He finds himself still pausing even after choosing to reply.]

I have found that keeping very busy during the day helps wear the body and mind to the point that sleep comes on quickly and heavily.

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[poeticverses]

I have tried to do that, but...it does not seem to work very well.

[His imagination is really vivid]

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[heinously]

[ Something tells him this wasn't about typical insomnia. And if he was counting on those intuitions, there wasn't enough laudanum in the world to work.

His tone is harsher than necessary. ]

Pointless. Don't bother with the poison, assuming you have any brains in that skull of yours. Claim it in death if you wish; any other fix is a perversion of nature.

[ Nearly a decade past and Albel hasn't found a way to put his own beast out of its misery for good. There was no way to kill nightmares in a humiliating way. His approach to hush the trial was simple: wander like a vagrant, slaughtering fools and wild animals to reawaken a bloodlust instead. ]

video; he's not sure how to use anything *but* video and text sob

[poeticverses]

[Jehan frowns, probably the only outward sign he's offended]

Excuse me?

[inseine]

[Javert does not reply to Jehan's broadcast, but he is watching and listening. Les Amis d'ABC are not the only fellows plagued by vivid night terrors. The information in these conversations is useful to him, particularly regarding the conversation between Jehan and a Monsieur Dorian Gray.

Well. If laudanum wasn't an appropriate sleep aid in these parts, one of these 'pills' might do in a pinch. For the moment, though, Javert will struggle through it. Surely night after night of drowning to death with Valjean's merciful face hanging over his head will work itself out after a time, won't it?

One can hope. Or perhaps it is part of his punishment in this nonsense afterlife. But he will manage it, as he's always done.]

[virginprice]

[Why is that waistcoat. Not why is it anything in particular- just why?

Alcuin looks as calm as ever, though there are shadows under his eyes that suggest he's been sleepless too.]

It is a shame there have been few concrete suggestions, Messire Prouvaire. You have my sympathies.

[poeticverses]

At least I have options, now.

[The waistcoat is awesome. Jehan frowns a bit, noticing the bags but not saying anything out of politeness]

How helpful these options are remains to be seen.