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

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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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[recompiling]

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

And he cuddles people in his sleep.]

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[ 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.]

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[recompiling]

[He'd barely caught himself, but he's grateful they're going to ignore it. He really doesn't want to discuss it with this pounding headache.

Anon doesn't particularly try to disengage from Jalen, though he shifts back a little himself. And he tries very hard to consider that question.]

... Blue. Too much blue.

[And there's something about Gem and Gibson and Jalen's shirt but he's not going to bring that up yet.]

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[ Another sigh. Creator, if this is what Users go through every time they imbibe... ]

... Yes, there was that. Quite a lot of drinking.

[ Jalen doesn't remember how his clothes went missing, but he's sure there's a very, very good reason. ]

[recompiling]

... Will not do that again.

[Or that much, at least. He prefers remembering how things happen. And why he's sleeping against an Arjian after conspiring to get his clothes off. Erk.]

Think there was something about... you wearing too much.

[At least Anon is polite enough to find somewhere else to look?]

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[ Jalen appreciates the thought, Anon, but he's essentially decided to throw modesty out the window in order to get this headache under control. Still not moving, though. ]

Was there.

[ Go on. ]

[recompiling]

[Anon is fully clothed here. He will always respect other programs' modesty. Though he isn't moving farther away. He just wishes there was some way to turn down the sun from here.]

... Correct.

[He's not going to rat out his bro, man.]

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[ That's hardly enough to go on. ]

Is there anything else you'd like to add?

[ he's quite interested now, you see. ]

[recompiling]

[D-don't do that, he can't say no to your face.]

Gem and I... may have been... involved. In removing them.

[All the embarrassed. It is his.]

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[ Don't be embarrassed, Anon. Jalen's not angry with you. ]

I see.

Any particular reason why, or was this done on a whim?

[recompiling]

[Anon gets embarrassed easily. Considering that he'd be absolutely mortified if he was lacking more clothes right now.]

Think someone was simply tired of your clothing.

[... if he doesn't say that someone's name no one can figure it out, right?
... right?]

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[ Wishful thinking. Jalen cracks a small smile, though, despite the pain in his head. ]

And would this 'someone' be named 'Gibson', by any chance?

[ Gibson hasn't exactly made a secret of finding Jalen's clothing unnecessary. ]

[recompiling]

[Gibson is not subtle about that kind of thing at all. Anon lets out a low staticky noise and nods slightly after a moment.

He's not going to point fingers or anything but they were all kind of drunk and it seemed like a great plan at the time.]