Things that go bump in the night.

[justoutrunyou]

Time was strange at the North Pole.

As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.

She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.

Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.

Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.

Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.

Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.

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[daddyphantom]

Danny Was still up, partly due to the fact that he'd hadn't had a normal sleep schedule since he was 14. He had a carton of strawberry ice cream, and was about to dig in to it when he saw who'd entered.

It took him a bit to recognize her face. It'd been years and he hadn't really interacted with her beyond the stabbing incident.

"Hey Sandy. Brainy said you were around."

/arrives ridiculously late to this party!

[morescaredofyou]

It might be late at night, but honestly at this point Peter couldn't even tell anymore. Not only was it a lot harder to tell what time of day it was at the North Pole (months of daylight and months of darkness will do that), he was also frequently stealing snow globes to patrol various cities around the world, all of which were running on different timezones. It was enough to do his head in, really.

Right now though, when he'd just finished one long patrol, sleep would be awesome. Yeah. Lots of sleep. With fluffy pillows. And five layers of bedsheets. And...

...Peter saw a flash of Sandy, as she ducked off into the kitchen. And he knew he needed to talk to her - so he put aside all those thoughts of glorious, glorious sleep, and followed her.

"Hey," he said, in the eloquent language of teenagers everywhere. "If you're up in the middle of the night to steal cookies, leave one for me."