so there was this once drunk party last night...

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME

 

Last night was great. You drank, you gambled, you ran around naked, you hooked up with a girl/guy or three-- too bad you can't remember it. Waking up in a hotel bed isn't so bad but...

Who is this person next to you?

You know how it is, folks!

1. Post with your character.
2. Tag other people and try and piece the night together or not. Up to you.
3. Anything allowed so long as muns are cool with it.
4. Profit!

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[survivethesiren]

[And you just had a very white hand flop into your face, Jalen, and a leg slide over your waist. Gem's a sprawler. Which is a surprise, I know.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Programs have no concept of body heat, so he doesn't slide closer. But the contact feels nice, and -- slowly, because headache of the worst magnitude -- he turns, squinting. He's not really a light sleeper. But there's a hand in his face. ]

Hmm?

[ Sleep cycle incoherency get. ]

[survivethesiren]

mmm...sorry.

[Gem's head hurts, so her normal gentle hum back into consciousness is less steady, slightly erratic. Moving her hand to rub her own face. It was then that she notices her hair is down.

She never takes her hair down.]

Oh my Users...

[She was just supposed to derezz his shirt...]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen hums, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. Too bright.

-- and that would be why. So much white. He and Gem. Gem? Her name's Gem, he's certain -- are. Well.

Compromising doesn't quite begin to cover it.

Still, he doesn't move. Mostly because he's unable to. ]

My thoughts precisely.

[ He groans quietly. ] What did I drink?

[ ... and why is he not wearing much at all. ]

[survivethesiren]

[It's almost worst to move her naked leg off his waist, slowly trying to untangle herself.]

Blue.

Lots of it.

[Her fingers are already hesitantly moving to put her hair up. Being naked bothers her less than the hair being down.]

This is...

[She shuts her eyes. Thinking hurts]

...Gibson's fault.

[Blame it on him, always.]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

Hn?

[Speak of the devil. :3]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, did you want to actually keep the covers, Jalen? Gibson's definitely on his side of the bed--but so are all the blankets. All of them.

No points for guessing how much clothing he's wearing.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Lucky for you, Jalen doesn't need covers to sleep. Unluckily, he does have one hell of a hangover.

He's just going to roll over, twitching agitatedly and --

Oh. There's someone here. With quite a lot of skin. And the covers. ]

...

[ Don't mind him, he'll just. Peer at Gibson until what he's seeing makes sense. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Gibson slowly blinks awake--then promptly squinches his eyes shut, huddling down further into the blankets. How are the lights even more uncomfortably bright than usual? He didn't think that was even possible.]

C'n someone else turn off the lights?

[ohuseralmightywhyishisvoicesoloud]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen flinches. Creator, that's. Quite loud.

And it sounds like Gibson.

Dark hair: check. Tattoos: check.

...

Ah. ]

I... can't move.

[ code for: Not moving until this headache goes away. He needs his processes to figure out what, exactly, just happened. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[well, that voice sounds. familiar.

Gibson flips over to --very delicately, since just about everything seems to hurt his head right now--and ends up just staring at the program next to him.]

... Jalen, what are you doing.

[muuuuch quieter this time.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen's voice sounds absolutely wrecked when he replies, after a moment. Squinting. ]

I. Could ask the same of you.

I WILL LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH THIS MEME

[theuserabides]

[Flynn is apparently the kind of bedmate who ends up curled around whoever happens to be on the other side. If Jalen was planning on sneaking out, he'd better hope Flynn's a sound sleeper.]

I HAVE NO OBJECTIONS WHATSOEVER

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ As it happens, Jalen is quite comfortable where he is -- pardoning a truly hideous hangover from program hell. He murmurs, shifting slightly.

.. and stops. Blinks open his eyes. Registers his situation, but fails to make any sense of it. Why is he tangled up with -- ]

Flynn?

[theuserabides]

Mmph.

[Why is the pillow talking. He wants to sleep.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen is. Unsure how to proceed, so he's quiet for a moment before trying again, raising his hand to shake Flynn's shoulder gently. ]

Flynn. [ his voice is gentle, but rough around the edges, like he'd been using it a lot. ] Flynn.

[theuserabides]

[God, what do you want.]

Go 'way Jalen, 'msleepin'.

[Wait.

Flynn opens his eyes.

...Yep, that's Jalen.

Welp.]

Mornin'.

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ He can't just go away, dude. You're sort of. Wrapped around him.

Not that he particularly minds. ]

Good morning.

[ wat do wat do wat do

He pauses, his hand stil resting on Flynn's shoulder. ]

I... I'm not sure what happened.

[recompiling]

[Enjoy that helmet nestling against your chest, Jalen, because Anon never takes it off.

And he cuddles people in his sleep.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ There is a curiously cool object against his sternum, but it's not quite enough to get Jalen to awaken. Instead, he curls in, reflexively seeking contact. The cuddling goes both ways. ]

[recompiling]

[He doesn't usually shift when he's completely asleep, so he has to partially wake up to shift into that. And notices that he is cuddling someone that is not Gibson and that this is not the apartment with the bed they'd had to share because they had all of one.

So who the- oh.

Well this is.

Well.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Yeah, it takes a minute for Jalen to fully emerge out of his sleep cycle to really realize there's something odd going on here.

Well indeed. He's just going to blink blearily for a moment and. Slowly come to terms with the situation, which. Well. ]

Anon.

[ oh Creator ow is this what Flynn called a hangover ]

[recompiling]

[Anon just kind of stares up at him and doesn't say anything. Because he doesn't know what to say and also because ow, his head ow.

Eventually he does say something. Very quietly.]

Si-... Jalen.

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Don't think he doesn't know what you were about to say. Just because his processors are full of pounding pain doesn't mean he can't piece two and two together -- and. He doesn't blame you, but he'd rather not do this right now.

Sigh. Shifts away, very slightly, but doesn't disentangle himself. His voice is low and gravelly -- quiet as well, because he's not sure he can talk loudly at the moment without derezzing the inside of his own head. ]

What do you remember?

[ he can't recall anything past his third glass of electric blue. ]