Your now-traditional Friday Meme!

[stillcantswear.livejournal.com]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME!

We haven't done this one in a while, and it usually ends up being cracktastic fun. (I'll just have to remember to turn off comment notifications this time...)

Rules
1. Post as your character, who should be asleep somewhere with somebody else next to them. They don't remember how they got there, and they don't really remember what happened last night. (For extra credit, it could also be a couple of somebodies.)
2. Wake up. Freak out. Rinse. Repeat.
3. Have fun~!

PS- Alcohol doesn't have to be involved, and neither does sex. Use your imaginaaaations!

Comments

[governorkang]

[...that was meant for Fonrar. You heard nothing. :|

And now that he's awake, and aware that you are not Fonrar, he is going to yelp and scramble away. Ow. Falling off the bed hurts. He is also completely naked, so hope you don't care about reptile nudity, Wyn.]

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's certainly awake now.]

Did you just fall out of bed?

... oh my god. [Her brain's not exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment, so it took her a second to realize that there was someone else in bed with her.]

[governorkang]

...Wyn? What the hell is going on?

[Oh no. Did he seriously say what he just did to her? skdfjksldfj]

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

That... is a really good question, actually. I haven't a clue.

[It's probably a good thing Wyn didn't really hear anything, isn't it?]

[governorkang]

[...yeah. Yeah it is.]

I don't remember anything from last night.

[Why the hell was he sharing a bed with another person? Did he drink too much - no. No he didn't. He doesn't have a hangover. And there's no chance in hell he'd get that drunk anyways.]

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. Can we just assume that GLaDOS is being her usual self at this point? I mean, I'm not hungover, nothing tastes like the color blue, and I'm wearing clothes-- speaking of, d'you want a blanket or something?

[She's wearing an oversized t-shirt, anyway, which is usually what she wears to sleep. Nothing unusual there, at least.]

[governorkang]

That's... about the only thing that I can think of.

[Blanket what - oh, right. Humans and that modesty thing. Not like there's anything to see on him anyways, thanks to biology.]

Uh. No. I'm fine. Where's my armor?

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Wyn's just trying to be polite.]

Is it not over there? Because I can't see it over here...

[governorkang]

[...his armor is not there. Neither are his weapons. Annoying, but only because he doesn't like not knowing where something of his is.]

It had better be in my room.

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

... this isn't your room? [She had just assumed...]

[governorkang]

It isn't yours?

[Okay, what the hell.]

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're joking. [She lets her head fall back onto the pillow in exasperation.]

Do we kill GLaDOS now or should we go find your armor first?

[governorkang]

Armor first, because my weapons should be with it. Then we kill GLaDOS.

[Pause. He knows how humans are about modesty.]

Uh. Do you need more clothes?

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

Right! We can do that. [She jumps out of the bed, bringing one of the blankets with her and wrapping it around her shoulders. Yes, her t-shirt covers all the appropriate bits, but she wants the blanket, too.]

... actually, trousers would be nice, yes.

[governorkang]

...I can try to find you some.

[He's so polite. :D]

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you, but I think we should probably find your armor first, because you actually know where that is.

[governorkang]

If it's where I think it is.