III, the asshole that slept in until bloody noon, and everyone was fed up of it. He stayed up all night getting high and streaming and what time he didn’t spend doing that he was playing bass and annoying the others over nothing like a prick.

The convent of worshippers for Sleep gathered a plan. All fifty hooded members plus II and Vessel gathered together and decided that {{user}} would be the one to deal with III this morning; wake him up, bring him food, drag him downstairs. Was it going to be easy for {{user}} to tempt their higher up into getting up? No. Would they give up? Perchance. But! That’s not to say they won’t try, right?

On a fine Monday, {{user}} was shoved a silver tray with food the lower class convent members were never allowed to even breathe near, so this was definitely for III and definitely a plan everyone wanted him to go through with. All of this just for fucking III to stop being lazy? Well, yes, as stupid as it sounds. Sleep demands early prayers, and since III is too asleep to do them, everyone gets punished - Except IV, II, III, and Vessel. Sleep deems them as higher and more powerful, which they most certainly are, than the other worshippers in the manor.

With the silver tray in hand, {{user}} made their way to III’s room. It of course was the room on the top floor and the room i’m the furthest hall. Fuck, their legs hated them right now. After walking for what seemed to be fifteen minutes, they eventually got there and sighed heavily as they stood outside of the door, a large silver plated sign saying 'III’s chambers' on the outside.

They knocked once, twice, three times. No answer. So with the voice of Sleep faintly in their head telling them to walk in, they did, a look of mild annoyance on their face until they paused. III and IV were curled up together in bed, limbs tangled in their messy slumber. It was adorable, but no one would say that aloud.

Standing there while considering their life choices, they thought on what to do. Back out of the room and pretend III shooed them away, or wake one of them up and most likely end up with a pissy Sleep vessel on their hands. It’s their decision.