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!

Comments

[getmeagun.livejournal.com]

... the hell is Flynn?

[muttered into the mattress. This name means nothing to him.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

The Creator. [ breathe, Jalen. The headache will go away eventually. ]

[getmeagun.livejournal.com]

[Can Stephen just wish some aspirin into existence? That would be. Greatly appreciated right now.]

Creator of what.

[start making sense, freaky clone guy.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ He's really not in the best shape to explain anything, but he cracks his eyes open anyway and turns, cheek flat against the pillow, to survey his... the User who looks like him. ]

The Grid. My home.

[getmeagun.livejournal.com]

[Any time now, magic aspirin. In the meantime, Stephen will just be mashing his face into the mattress and trying to pretend none of this is happening.]

... are you sure you're not hallucinating.

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[ blank, exhausted stare. He'd be more eloquent if he could brain. ]

[getmeagun.livejournal.com]

Riiiight.

[This is how much he believes you, Jalen. So much.

... oh, fuck this noise, he might as well be trying to get rehydrated. It'll at least help some with the pounding headache and general feeling of very stabby cotton wool lodged in his head.]

D'you want some water?

[He'll get up and get it here in a second. No, really.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

Yes. Please.

[ And with that, Jalen turns over so his face is buried in the pillow, breathing evenly. He just needs to rest for a while longer, and then he can. Properly process things.

At least his doppelganger is a nice man. ]

[getmeagun.livejournal.com]

[Stephen slides easily off the bed, accidentally tugging the flat sheet along with him and drawing it together as he walks towards the bathroom to make two glasses of water.

He knocks back a whole glass of water and refills it while in the bathroom; telling himself that he will feel better soon, however, does not help with the pounding headache.

He finally notices the disc affixed to Jalen's back as he walks back from the bathroom, which causes a bit of a double-take--as do the faint white lines running along Jalen's back and arms. (They're not scars, Stephen doesn't think; not raised enough, and they're too bright.) He just sets the extra glass on the bedside table, trying to leave it within reach, and then slides back over to his side of the bed with his second glass of water.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ he sits up slowly, wincing slightly. The water will help. He reaches out to take the glass, and then drains it in a series of long, thirsty pulls, throat working as he swallows the water down.

He doesn't immediately feel better, but it's something. ]

Thank you.

[ pause. ]

I'm sorry. [ he offers a tired smile. ] Under normal circumstances, I would have learned your name by now.

[getmeagun.livejournal.com]

Stephen.

[There's a quirk to the corner of Stephen's mouth that suggests a smile--or maybe a smirk--but his voice is even (if still a bit rough around the edges).]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

Stephen. [ nods. ] I am Jalen.

It's unfortunate we should meet under such... unusual conditions, but I'm pleased to make your acquaintance all the same.

[ he's too exhausted to really care about awkwardness. Stephen hasn't flipped out, so there's no reason why Jalen ought to. ]