The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

[bottecellie]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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Saito ☇ Inception ☇ OTA

[notourist]

RNG says 5 and I'm not even sorry

[boutant]

[ Ariadne is never drinking that much ever again. She also hasn't quite opened her eyes to see who she's curled up next to yet, instead groping blindly for the edge of the bed. ]

a;ldkjslajsd /prepares for disaster :D

[notourist]

[ Saito is slow to wake— he did drink in moderation and thus considerably less than the rest of the crew, but due to his Japanese heritage, that still translates into quite the hangover.

Cracking one eye open, then the other, and turning very slowly to muster Ariadne.

Well. That is unexpected. ] Ariadne.

[ Considering the position they're in, it seems only fitting to use her first name. ]

THIS IS SO TERRIBLE. WE'RE TERRIBLE.

[boutant]

[ The reaction her name has is instantaneous, Ariadne freezing in her blind reaching for the edge of the bed (she's missed the edge by a good six inches, refusing to leave Saito's side -- he's warm and she's, well, not wearing much).

She didn't. She didn't.

Except she's pretty sure she did. ]

... Morning. [ Awkward. ]

THE WORST. Oh lord I can't even THIS IS TOO MUCH /cackles

[notourist]

[ It would be considerably less awkward if they were at least somewhat dressed.

Schooling his face into neutrality despite the headache pounding behind his temples. He's dealt with everything in his life with aplomb, he can deal with this as well. ]

I hope that you— [ had a pleasant night he was going to say, but that is too suggestive. ] slept well.

LAUGHING SO HARD I CAN'T

[boutant]

[ One hand goes to rub her temples, and Ariadne only belatedly realizes that it might not be... er, clean -- luckily, nothing seems to get on her face, and her eyes crack open a moment later. ]

I did. [ She's sure the alcohol and any physical activity they might have engaged in helped with that. ] ... Where are we?

WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING

[notourist]

[ Taking a moment to look around, also because it gives her some privacy which he supposes she may appreciate at the current time. ] Judging by the decor, in a hotel that I own.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

[boutant]

[ Well, it's not like he hasn't seen it all at this point anyway. Still, it's appreciated. ] Do you remember anything?

DISASTER AWAITS US.

[notourist]

Do you not? [ Looking back to her. Perhaps her condition is worse than his. She did have rather more to drink... and less body mass. ]

/PUTS ON SAFETY GEAR

[boutant]

Bits and pieces. [ Her hand goes to rub the back of her neck now, and-- ah, yes, there's definitely a mark on the side. ] Things are blurry.

[notourist]

Understandable. [ Eyes flickering to her neck and over the mark, lips very briefly twitching. He certainly remembers putting that there. ]

Shall I call for breakfast? It may help with the headache.

7

[detrimental]

[...Not quite sure how this came to happen but he's currently drinking coffee and standing in front of the window, looking out over the city.]

[notourist]

[ Saito joins him, a steaming cup of tea in his own hands and only wearing a pair of silk pants. ]

Awkward Dom is awkward.

[detrimental]

[Dom half turns, glancing at him before his fingers tighten around the handle of his cup.]

...You don't drink coffee, then?

Doooooom /reaches for

[notourist]

[ Lifting one shoulder in a minute shrug. ] Occasionally. I prefer tea.

Re: Doooooom /reaches for

[detrimental]

[Silence, and he drains his cup before setting it down.]

So... [First person he's been with since Mal and it's Saito...]

[notourist]

[ Turning to face Dom. He's done his research, of course. He understands this must be difficult.

Gently (perhaps deceptively so): ] Do you wish to leave?

[detrimental]

[...He should leave, but part of him doesn't really want to.]

Yes, and no.

[notourist]

[ In that case, Saito has no qualms about taking the decision from him. In a voice brooking no disagreement: ] Come back to bed.

[detrimental]

[Hesitates for a moment before he turns from the window to cross back to the bed.]

...I should go before lunchtime though, the kids...

6 <3

[blends]

[Saito has the right to sleep. Saito may be a multibillionaire whose credit card numbers Eames had been quick to memorize, but he doesn't spend most of his working hours fast asleep. Eames, on the other hand, doesn't sleep very much on his own. He managed a light nap while Saito dozed, and when he found himself in full control of his senses again he smiled at his bedfellow.

Not bad, Mr. Saito, not bad at all.

Slipping out of the bed with the ease of a thief, Eames takes the opportunity to utilize Saito's state of the art shower. When in Rome, after all.]

[notourist]

[ Saito wakes slowly, the languid feeling of a night well-spent lingering. He isn't exactly surprised that Eames is no longer in bed with him, but still finds himself somewhat relieved to hear the shower going and his wallet where he left it. Of course— Saito has a reach considerably further than Cobol, it would hardly be wise to steal from him, and Saito makes a point of trusting his bedpartners. To a certain degree.

Slipping out of bed and making his way to the bathroom. ]

[blends]

[Once upon a time, Eames had to remind himself to be ever on alert. That was a long time ago, and noticing changes came to him like second nature now. The moment the bathroom door opens Eames' lip quirks up in amusement. So very like Saito to follow him in. Always must know what others are doing, must you Mr. Saito? He puts on his usual smile as he slides open the glass door, peeking out.]

And good morning to you too, Saito-san.

[notourist]

Good morning, Mr Eames. [ Despite the formal address, Saito's smiling, barely more than an amused tilt to his lips as he slips into the shower as well. It is, after all, more than large enough for two persons. ]

[blends]

[Eames only quirks and eyebrow with a short chuckle in the back of his throat in amusement when Saito gets in. Of course he would, he's just the type to do that isn't he? Protect his investments, take what he wants, the like. Eames doesn't make any move to venerate his current benefactor, though, instead just closing his eyes and running his face under the stream of water.]