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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[shipper]

[she gives a little sigh and snugs closer to Gamzee, who is nice and comfy. after a bit she opens her eyes and regards what she can see from over her troll pillow]

My walls aren't this color.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Ain't our walls.

[You'd think this would bother him, and it does, but he's far more content to just not move and upset his headache further.]

[shipper]

Oh. [she pauses a moment to see if there's something else that needs addressing. yep, there it is. blaaargh her head needs to clear up faster this is hard.]

I don't know what I'm doing here.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

S'okay. I don't either.

Double cluelessness, right here.

[shipper]

We're a matched set, haha. Do you think someone's going to be upset that we're here? I mean, this has to be someone's room.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

I dunno. We ain't been kicked out yet, right?

[Who knows how long they've even been there.]

[shipper]

Nope! We have compurrlete ownership of whatever room this is. [she giggles and stretches out, sprawling across Gamzee]

Do you think whatever we did last night was fun? I can't remember.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Could've been.

[He gives the other troll a half-hearted glare, but makes no attempt to move her.]

If it weren't, it don't matter if we forgot it, I guess.

[shipper]

[she just smiles at him. you're comfy, bro, deal with it.]

I guess you're right! And it's not really pawsible that efuryone furgot last night, so we could ask around. But I bet it was fun!

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

We could, yeah.

Later.

[Because hahaha... he was not getting up any time soon.]

[shipper]

[she makes a noise of assent, then:] Do you have my hat? I don't see it anywhere.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Don't got it. Don't know where it went.

[Looking for it would involve lifting his head.]

[shipper]

[naw man, this is important. this is her hat we're talking about here. she shifts, trying to sit up without agitating her foggy head]

I need to find it, I don't have a spare hat. Do you think it's in the room at least?

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Hopefully.

It's bright and blue, right? Can't be all that motherfuckin hard to spot.

[shipper]

Yeah, with a kitty face in the front. I'm going to check the corners, is there anything you're missing? [because from the way the room was spinning for the first few minutes after she stood up this is going to be a one-time trip]

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

[Is there? Shirt is still there...so are his pants... He's lost his shoes, but he doesn't care about those.]

...Think I'm good.

[shipper]

Ok. [there's nothing but silence and shuffling for a bit]

Hey, there's a little fridge here! And everything's so tiny, oh my gosh. It's adorable.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee sits up to give her a bleary stare.]

There any water in there? I'm fuckin' thirsty.

[shipper]

Yes, there's a bunch of itty bitty waters in here! [she sounds so thrilled about this, and tosses a couple in the direction of the bed]

It's like a bunch of tiny people got hungry and left their snacks in here...

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Hmn.

[He picked up one of the little bottles, squinting at it before twisting off the top and drinking one down in a couple gulps.

Nepeta's free to look around. He's still not up for moving much if he can help it.]

[shipper]

[man, she's already halfway out the window. EXPLORIN' TIME] I don't recognize anything out here! Wow, we must be purretty far out of our way.

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Man... I hope we got here on our own at least.

[shipper]

Who would drop us off somewhere and then leave? I don't know anybody like that, do you?

[feartheclown.livejournal.com]

Who knows, with this place.

[He finally moves to the edge of the bed, sliding off to stand unsteadily.

Ugh.]

Your nose all bein' okay?

[shipper]

[she makes a vague noise of assent and finally pulls herself in from the window. need help there, man?]

It's still really sore but I don't think it's broken. My shirt's covered in blood now, though.