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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[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

[...WELL.]

Good morning, Seven.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

... might as well call me Thom.

[s-still staring...]

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

...Ah.

[He glances aside, almost guiltily. HELL IF HE KNOWS if this is even his fault, but yeah.]

Thom.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[... oh he still has your wrist doop doop doop releasing you now... since you are obviously not going to try and kill him.]

So. Uh. Howdy.

[GODDAMNIT COWBOY VERNACULAR GET OUT OF HIS ENGLISH]

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

[NOT TODAY, THOM. ...Or ever.]

Right, well.

...I suppose I should go.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[not the weirdest thing he's done not the weirdest thing he's done not the -- ]

You don't. Have to. I mean. It's up to you.

[all his social skills have apparently been chucked out the window for the duration of this conversation.]

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

I have no wish to cause you any further discomfort, Thom.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[ROFL oh god head in his hands.]

I'm not discomfited, I'm, uh. Confused? You remember anything?

[BECAUSE THERE IS A CLOCK ON THE WALL TELLING HIM HE JUST LOST LIKE SIX HOURS AND THAT IS NOT NORMAL....]

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

No. I don't remember. And that is worrying.

A drell remembers everything perfectly. The fact that I have forgotten is concerning for me.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[just. cautiously.]

Would drugs affect your memory? If they were specially tailored? Anybody who might want you out of the way? Or me. I guess.

[all the paranoia. Thane - he doesn't know much about him, save that he's about as skilled as your average Spartan. That could be reason in and of itself.]

Although, uh.

[... doesn't... explain the lack of clothes.]

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

[His expression darkens a little.]

I suppose Motoko could be angry with me still, but that would not explain our current position. I see no way she would benefit from this.

...I suppose numerous amounts of ryncol could have been the case. It's a liquor -- a very powerful type.