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Your now-traditional Friday 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!
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[He'll take the opportunity to slide out of the bed. He's not worried - the nightshirt's actually long enough that nothing embarrassing will show. Holding up the cloth, he peers at it.]
This isn't my kilt. Is this something of yours, Billy?
[He holds it out for Billy to take a look at, now that he can see properly.]
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[This situation is so weird that he still doesn't quite know what to think of it, but he can at least be polite and give Kaylee some privacy for that weird modesty thing humans have.
He isn't making any moves for his armor, by the way. Don't worry, boys, reptile nudity isn't at all scarring.]
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Should be fine, thanks Kang. Long as eyes don't wander.
[ Not Billy's eyes she's talking about, either. She steps into the coveralls under the sheet, and lets the sheet fall while she pulls it the rest of the way on. Not to worry, her back's to them in case anybody's peeking, and-- ]
Think I found your kilt, Jamie. [ And she tosses that over to him from the floor. ]
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...Rats.
[He plucks off his glasses, pulls the shirt the rest of the way down with his other hand, then slips the glasses back on. That's better.]
What next...right, jeans. [Smoothing his hands over his shirt nervously, he tries to look for them without staring where he shouldn't.]
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Thank ye, Kaylee.
[He picks it up and steps into it. Handy, that. The quick glance at the floor to pinpoint the kilt's location, however, hasn't helped him spot the rest of Billy's clothes.]
I don't see any jeans here, Billy. Any luck where ye are, Kang?
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Here. And... let's try not to mention this in public, even if nothing embarrassing happened.
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[ And look at that, she's managed to find her shirt and undergarments as well. Those get shoved into her pocket.
To Kang, she laughs. ]
Don't have to tell me twice. Barely sure what to make of it myself. Not so keen on findin' what others might think.
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[His red face doesn't seem to agree with that.] Nothing embarrassing happened? Uh...I guess it could have been far worse, but I have to disagree on that point. That said, I'm definitely not inclined to tell anyone. No need to worry.
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I'll not tell anyone about this either. Guess that means we're all agreed, aye?
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...so I'll see you all later.
[Awkwaaaard.]
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[ Ah, kicked out by the Draconian. Kaylee makes her way on over to the door, pausing just before she walks out to turn back to them. ]
And thanks for last night~
[ Whatever it was, don't matter. A flash of a smile, a wink, and she's gone. ]
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Kaylee! Uh...yes, I'll be departing and devising a cover story. If anyone asks where I was, I'll claim to have slept in my car.
[With that, he nods to Kang and hurries away. If it hadn't been for the waking up part, he thought, that wouldn't have been so bad. It was more comfortable than he cared to admit.]
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Women.
[The last thing he needs is his sporran, which was next to the knife. He scoops it up from the floor and heads out without a further word. He'll just attach everything on the way and if someone asks about it, he'll worry about a response (and a cover story) at that point.]