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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[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Hey, now. Gibson's abs are original coding, too--despite the whole Bostrumite tendency towards self-modification. He walked out of the Sea of Simulation with those abs, and anyone who implies otherwise is a dirty liar.

... oh, Anon, you're so much easier to read now that Gibson can see your face. (Not that you were hard to read before, but... facial expressions! Besides, you're adorable when your face is all scrunched up when you're trying to think.)]

Nope. Bad sign?

[recompiling]

[As if Anon isn't a book even with the armor and helmet in place, to the people that know enough to read him. He broadcasts like no one's business. (And I do not scrunch my face up... do I?)]

... Maybe. Do not usually... forget things.

[This is worrisome for him. Anon remembers everything with (near) perfect clarity. Except last night.]

... Might be on our discs?

[Much as he's reluctant to go to them, but still. Best source of information.]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[(Yeah, you do. Kinda. It's cute, though.)]

Worth a shot. Whose do you want to check first?

[Gibson's pretty sure he knows the answer to this question already, but he'll just go ahead and offer anyway. Besides, he's got his head pillowed on his arms rather than the mattress now that the curtains are closed; it's not like his disc will be hard to reach if he needs to.]

[recompiling]

[(Uhm. Um well. Th-thank you.)

Anon does seriously consider it, even if he's refused to remove his disc for examination in a good long while. He doesn't particularly want to put either of them in this position, really. But in the end, his own hesitance wins out.]

Yours. Please?

[He'll work extra-hard on the whole contact phobia thing if you do, Gibson.]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Not quite the answer Gibson was expecting, but all right. He's not terribly concerned about letting Anon use his disc (very) temporarily; it's not like he doesn't trust Anon, after all, and he's sitting right here.

Gibson reaches one arm back to unhook his disc, then holds it flat in between the two of them and triggers the replay mode.]

Knock yourself out.

[recompiling]

[He's still not sure about letting anyone near his own disc since Zone 7. Even Flynn would get reluctance from him. At the very least Anon knows the amount of time that's missing (that he's missing anyway) and once he props himself up on one elbow it doesn't take him long to skim through to there.]

Should be around here...

[Which it i- oh. Uhm.
Well that's interesting.]

Did not know you were that flexible. Or that I...

[Could bend quite like that. Aahahahah oh, so embarrassed.]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[... oh. Oh.

Well, uh. That explains why Anon's helmetless. And naked. (And why Gibson's naked, but that's really not all that interesting given that he runs around half-naked most of the time.)

Gibson just watches the flickering images on his disc from where he's still lying down with his head on his free arm, eyes wide and head slightly tilted.]

... I'm kind of impressed, actually.

[Looks like all of those parkour acrobatics are good for other things, too...]

[recompiling]

[Don't mind Anon, he'll just... be gaping a bit, flabbergasted, head cocked questioningly at the images. That explains quite a bit, really. It's just the explanation that he'd expected. (He's not entirely sure what he'd expected, but still.)

At least it seems like they enjoyed themselves? And the comment sufficiently distracts him for a few moments.]

... You are?

[This is the part where he's flattered, right? Should he be flattered? How exactly can one be humble about... uhm... that?]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Gibson's not terribly surprised by the images being projected on top of his disc, but... well, Anon's expression makes this all worth it. (It'd sure be nice if he could remember this, though, because it looked like fun.)]

Sure. Hey, could've been a lot worse--in more ways than one, I guess.

[tiny pause, in which Gibson just watches the fuzzy images on top of his disc for another second or two]

... can I put my disc back now, or do you wanna keep going? [utterly deadpan.]

[recompiling]

[Even if Gibson doesn't remember what happened last night, at least he'll always know what Anon's utter 'bzuh?!' expression looks like under the helmet. (He kind of wishes he could remember it too, though part of that is for the sheer mechanics of it.)]

Could have been. [Considering their drunk-texting of Abraxas and Anon deciding that Clu is a Pretty Cool Guy.

The question gets the little Monitor's attention right on Gibson, eyebrows going up as his cheeks color. Keep going??? Much as this is... interesting...]

Can have it back.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Exactly. Adding Abraxas--or Clu--would have been a recipe for disaster.

Gibson just grins as Anon flushes; he wouldn't tease you quite so much if you didn't react so obviously, you know. He replaces his disc, taking the opportunity to stretch a little bit, then glances over at Anon again.]

That was a joke.

[Check your own disc if you want to see any more. :3]

[recompiling]

[Anon is just easy to tease anyway. Clearly easily-embarrassed Monitors are the best for that. And he can be just as unsubtle as Gibson, watching him as he stretches.]

... Oh. Well. Saw enough. Can... figure it out.

[Mingling. And he doesn't need to see any more except maybe in private :3, trust him.]

Not that naive.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Unlike Anon, Gibson doesn't mind if people stare. He just grins lazily at Anon as he finishes stretching, rolling over onto his side to face Anon head-on.]

Trust me, I noticed.

[Seriously, Anon, you were just rezzed when Gibson met you, and then you spent 500 cycles alone in the Outlands. Where did you even learn to do that? ... and do you wanna do it again?]

... we can just pretend this didn't happen, you know. If you want.

[recompiling]

[Anon knew when he did it that Gibson would notice. The grin still earns some of that shyness of his anyway and he averts his gaze for a couple moments.

Also, some of the culture books he has found in the library? Not precisely Disney-rated.
Mostly he'd just skimmed the pictures and decided that he could probably do that and improve on it. Perfectionist powers activate. ... your room or mine when I stop feeling awkward about it?]

No. This... this happened.

[He only insists that the other times didn't happen because they weren't them, precisely, and he doesn't want that coloring things.]

/using this icon forever now :3

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Might want to give Gibson just a second to process that, because it sounded like Anon said that this happened. Actually, it sounded a lot like he said this happened, and that means--oh. Things are kinda starting to make sense now. Gibson had just assumed they were pretending the other times didn't happen because Anon wasn't interested, not just because of the whole yellow thing, but...

Congratulations, Anon. You've just stunned Gibson into silence.]

... oh. Okay then.

[all of his :D in a second, but for now? He's still a little confused.]

it is the most adorable, after all~

[recompiling]

[Gibson is Anon's best friend, and while he doesn't exactly have much knowledge of social situations, he's pretty sure that you do this with people you like. He'd just rather not consider them as having done this before because they just... weren't them. Or were more them. He'll figure it out eventually.
Though admittedly, he would have liked to remember this time, but he can handle it.

But he does notice that Gibson is not saying as much as normal. And now it's Anon's turn to look smug.]

At a loss for words?

[That is the broadest grin he's ever given someone. :3]

yes it is. THEY'RE SO CUTE.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[If that "figuring out" involves running back to Abraxas, Gibson is going to have a thing or two to say. Loudly and very unhappily. Well, it's not like they can't do it again...]

No.

[Gibson doesn't care if Anon's cute when he smiles (even if he is, and it's just a little distracting, and has he ever smiled like that before?) or a million other cliched phrases. He's never ever ever at a loss for words. :|]

Just a little surprised, that's all.

ALWAYS ADORABLE TOGETHER

[recompiling]

[He's pretty sure he knows what Abraxas thinks about it without running off with him. That's true. Though he's still slightly embarrassed about it. For now.]

Looked confused.

[Anon has never really been smug (when he isn't evil, anyway), so he has never had a reason to smile like this. But stunning Gibson is something to be proud about. Who else can say that they've done that? It's awesome and the best reason to grin. Distracting Gibson is an extremely nice perk.]

FOREVER AND EVER god why can't this be canon

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't change the fact that he really shouldn't go back. Oh, that. Yeah, Gibson doesn't know the meaning of the word "embarrassed". Sorry.]

Nope. Seemed pretty straightforward to me.

[Gibson's still too distracted to be properly offended by all that (adorable) smugness, so he settles for glaring halfheartedly at Anon instead.]

this needs to be canon someday

[recompiling]

[He's trying not to. But he can't help being drawn to him. Anon's life with people can be mostly be described as 'embarrassed'. He's just too damn smug right now.]

Face said different.

[Smuuuuuuug. And Gibson... Gibson is kind of cute when he looks like that. He tones down the smugness a little, steels himself, and scoots a little closer.]

we'll make it happen. somehow. :3

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[All of Gibson's lineface. It was a bad idea the first time, and it's an even worse idea now... although if it makes you let someone look at your disc... This is why Anon needs to spend more time with people. It makes the embarrassment less acute.]

Did not!

[Gibson just slides back in the opposite direction, keeping that distance between himself and Anon. Uh-uh, mister. This is what you get for being smug at Gibson--but the hint of a smile suggests he won't keep scooting away for long. If only because he doesn't want to fall off the bed.]

and it will be amazing and adorable :D

[recompiling]

[It's not my fault, I just naturally go after him because he's evil. My motives now are just... slightly more confused. And I don't want anyone looking at my disc :\ Anon is so bad at people though. He's better at being a hermit.]

Not even a bit.

[Hey, Anon doesn't get to be smug very often. He doesn't even get smug when he ought to. He quirks his eyebrows up and tilts his head slightly - where are you going? - before closing the distance again. Anon is not going to let Gibson fall off the bed anyway.]

oh yes. best day. :]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Uh-huh. Sure. We'll go with that--and letting someone look at your disc is probably a really good idea, unless you want to keep calling Abraxas "sir". That's why he needs to practice. Gibson will help! :3]

Thank you. There wasn't anything to be confused about, anyway.

[Gibson moves again in response to Anon--moving closer this time.

Playing hard to get never was much fun.]

best EVER

[recompiling]

[Gibson, the last three times people have laid hands on my disc didn't go well. At all. I'm allowed to not trust people with it for a while. I can deal with calling him 'sir' and 'master' on accident a few time. Gibson, you are so nice to offer! He'd love to have your help. ^_^]

Should not have been. [Unless you were confused about his reasons for why this hadn't happened the last time(s) :3

Playing hard to get is more fun when you're actually hard to get. Anon just smiles and flops an arm over Gibson again. They solved the mystery and got rid of the horrible horrible light. Cuddle time is now.]

and then there was a parade.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[... and that doesn't bother you at all? :\ Gibson's just selfless like that, really. He'd love to help.]

Like I said, just a little surprised.

[See, this is why Gibson doesn't even try to play hard-to-get. Totally not worth it in the long run. He just slides an arm over Anon's waist and smiles back as his eyes close.

Cuddletime is best time.]