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singularityderp2012-04-20 05:17 pm
cohesions) wrote in singularityderp2012-04-20 05:17 pm
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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 goes so long as muns are cool with it.
4. ???!
5. Profit!
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Did you know that Shepard kept a fully loaded pistol under her pillow, Garrus? Just in case? Well now you do because she's vertical, though still seated, alert, and has it pointed at the decidedly empty doorway.
She's also completely naked.
When nothing deadly makes itself readily apparent, Shepard's brow dips and she casts a suspicious look at Garrus. Still armed. Still hung-over. Good luck with that.]
What the hell, Garrus?
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[No. He had no idea she had a gun there. Though, in retrospect, it's not all that surprising. He also had no idea that's what she looked like... well. Naked.]
[His jaw works. And for a moment, he's completely at a loss for words. Then he clears his throat, and, despite the fact he is equally lacking in clothing, he sort of averts his eyes. That wall is fascinating. It's also easier for his hungover and aching brain to take in.]
What the hell are you doing here? In... [wait.] ... your bed.
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I was sleeping, but you don't seem too keen on that one.
[Shepard eyed him as he stared off the the wall. Unlike him, she knew what he looked like when he was flustered well enough to peg it. She smiled at him dryly, her irritating still waning.]
If you were trying to get me up for another go, you could just try asking.
[Shepard shook her head and took a moment to offline the firearm in her hands.]
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[It feels like every word is just digging the hole he's in deeper. He has no idea why she seems so... casual about this. Shouldn't she be going to get treated? If dextro-amino food was bad for the other races, he can't imagine other things would react well to a human body.]
[He's been caught completely off-guard. And, add to that, the memory blank and pounding headache, he has no idea how to react to this.]
[... Shepard's dry statement doesn't do anything to clear the confusion. He actually gapes at her.]
I wasn't -- I mean. Not that I wouldn't want to -- [Because, admittedly, he'd entertained the thought once or twice...] -- I just. I mean we're.
[He clears his throat.]
Are you feeling all right?
/Sob I am so sorry.
[She set the pistol on the nightstand and twisted to look back at him. He was flustered beyond all reasonable belief, couldn't even finish thoughts. She had no idea what was going on and it earned a bemused half-laugh out of her, despite her biting hangover and the sudden nature of her waking.
Suddenly, that sinister smile she'd had on when he first arrived at base was back.
Sorry about the panic, Garrus, Shepard's not going to make this easier on you, though. In fact, she's just going to lean over and stalk you, like some horrible predator. It was fortunate (unfortunate for him) that he was so close, she only had half the bed to contend with before she was all but sitting on him, her thighs straddling his, arms firmly planted alongside his waist, her face half an inch from his face.]
Sounds like you forgot something, there, Garrus. Need me to refresh your memory?
/dies quietly
[Anything else he was about to say gets thrown almost immediately out of his head. There's a very undignified noised out of him, when suddenly, her weight is pressing him right back down against the bed. What the hell is even happening?]
[He's dreaming. Or hallucinating. Probably hallucinating.]
[There's a moment when he shoves himself up on his elbows, and tries to push himself away out of sheer confusion.]
Shepard--!?
AAAAND more horribleness.
What? You've never complained before.
[That arched eyebrow, can you feel the confusion pouring off it. She just eyes him and shifts, crossing her arms under her breasts. Could this be more awkward? Probably not. She's really just judging him, stark naked, as she sits on his legs.]
Is this some turian dominance thing?
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[That he could remember, anyway. Last night didn't count. He looks her in the... chin. It's too hard to look her in the eye right now, and looking at those lumps on human chests is just too damn awkward.]
[But when she seems to specifically draw attention to them, he looks away. Back at the wall. This is too damn strange. Why is she expecting him not to react? Why isn't she the least bit bothered by this.]
No--!
[His undamaged mandible flicks off his teeth, flaring out -- the turian version of a blush, more or less.] No, it's not.
FFF I read that first pass as tiny!voice
Listen, I'm way too hung over for this. [She lets out a heavy huff and turns away from him, headed toward the bathroom. Those definitely look like scratch-marks all down her back and the back of her thighs. And there's six of them.
AAAWWWKWAAARD.]I'm going to take a shower. After that I'm suiting up and running the perimeter. You can join me for either, if you can stop freaking out before you give yourself an aneurysm.
this is why I shouldn't tag on so little sleep
That makes two of us.
[Composure somewhat regained, he starts to pick himself up as well -- only to promptly catch sight of the scratches. He... double-takes, and ends up staring.]
[He misses her statement, his reply delayed a beat too long.]
... Right. Perimeter.
I should go.