http://hyperlethality.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hyperlethality.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] singularityderp2011-05-06 07:34 pm
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so there was this once drunk party last night...

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!

[identity profile] wilywilyways.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Hawke is sorry she doesn't the dick he wants in this relationship.]

[identity profile] illiterage.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fenris is not sorry for his breath. ]

[identity profile] wilywilyways.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He should be.

It's strong enough to rouse her. Far from upset by these circumstances -- this is not the first time the Champion has woken up, naked, with someone who'd prior been friendly without friendly benefits -- Hawke is... She's ok with this.]


So what they say is true. Elves really ARE hairless but for their heads.

[identity profile] illiterage.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stirs. Breathes. Panics. FALLS THE FUCK OUT OF BED ]

Fasta vass Venhedis- !

What did you do?!

[identity profile] wilywilyways.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She peers over the side of the bed, checking to see he didn't hurt himself but mostly wanting to see him goof.]

Can't say I recall. Might've been the mead.

[identity profile] illiterage.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
One reason.

One reason why I shouldn't strike you where you stand. Or lay. Semantics, I'm going to kill you.

[identity profile] wilywilyways.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Quick question first.

Do I have something on my face that screams, betray me, betray me?

Because I am sick to death of this bullshit. Honestly sick.

[Angry naked lady not budging, ser.]

[identity profile] illiterage.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
You. Are. Not. HAWKE

[ But I'm Batman, apparently. ]

[identity profile] wilywilyways.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, big voice!

I CAN MAKE A BIG VOICE TOO!

[She sure is as obnoxious as a Hawke.]

[identity profile] illiterage.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
THEN LET'S END THIS- RIGHT NOW

[ Actually he just flounces into the adjacent room, reappearing almost entirely dressed and throwing something into's "Hawke's" lap- a red scarf wrapped around a crest plate. ]

Look familiar? Should, if you were dedicated in your arts as a tormenting little hell bitch.

[identity profile] wilywilyways.livejournal.com 2011-05-07 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Hawke point-blank refuses to dress herself. She's going on strike, god dammit, and he'll have to DEAL with it.

LOOK FENRIS
LOOK

BOOBIES]


What does this prove? . . . Did you take this crest from my house!? When did you do that? Bodahn is going to have a fit!