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The Hangover Meme

Last thing you remember you were having a couple of drinks, now you're waking up... Where? What the hell happened last night? Why does the small of your back hurt? Why is there a monkey in the room? Why is Kate Perry's "Last Friday Night" playing on the radio? Piece it all together, because you weren't alone for the ride. Anything and everything could have happened last night, but if you look for the clues, you may be able to figure it out. The problem is... Do you want to know?

These rules are very loose, do whatever feels right!
→ Post with your character (Name and canon in the subject bar).
→ People reply to your character with their own (CUES ARE OPTIONAL!!; roll or choose from the offered list if you wish, as many times as you want).
→ If you wish to roll for cues, the original poster can do so as well.
→ Try to figure out why you have "Bait Master" tattooed on your back.

Optional Cue List:
1. In A Weird Place: A strip club? A gay bar? A sushi restaurant's supply room? Wherever it is, it sure raises a lot of questions about how you got there.
2. A Picture Says A Thousand Words: Maybe you think to check your phone, and you notice that there's some new images saved on it. Maybe they're hilarious! Maybe you'll wish you hadn't looked...
3. Inked: Whoever it was who convinced you that a neon-colored cutie mark would make for a bitchin' tattoo needs to be excommunicated. Or maybe worse, you got a SWEET tattoo of a sunglasses-wearing skull with sneakers... but it's on your face.
4. Hair-Razing Experience: Why does your head feel so odd? Maybe it's more than the hangover; it might have something to do with your hair being a bit different than you remember it. Maybe it's not there. Maybe it wasn't bright neon blue last you remember. Maybe you didn't have any before, but suddenly you're Fabio! It's pretty weird either way.
5. Fashion Mistake: Okay, maybe you wound up in a temple with a bunch of Buddhist monks, considering you're wearing one of their robes. Or maybe you went to a football game considering you've got a cheerleader uniform on. Or maybe things are weirder than that. You probably don't want to know why you're wearing the mascot's uniform.
6. Total Wardrobe Meltdown: Worst case scenario. Your clothes aren't just wrong... they're gone. Maybe if you're lucky, at least your companion is the one wearing them.
7. Who's that?: Good news everyone! You find yourself in a bed. Bad news, who the heck is that next to you?
8. Fought The Law (And The Law Won): Apparently Officer Jones didn't like the things you called him last night, because he's glaring at you pretty hard from behind those bars... Oh wait. He's in front of the bars. YOU'RE the one behind them.
9. Additional Baggage: Is that a monkey in your room or a baby? Either way, you can't just leave it. Well, you could probably leave the monkey, but why would you?
10. Hog Wild (DIY Drunk Shenanigans): Who the hell knows? Maybe you started a riot. Maybe you robbed a bank. Maybe you saved the world! It's a mystery to everyone! ... Well, actually it's probably only a mystery to you. Everyone else will probably remember it forever.

WE'RE NEVER DRINKING AGAIN. ~~Until next Friday Night~...~~

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One, here.

[ tossing a bag to John ]

Two, you're in the middle of Rome, Italy, -- arrested after trying to molest a statue so what will you do without me?

I'm---

I did not!

[ CATCHES weh. so thoughtful. (unsure) ]

How did I even get... here? No. Don't answer that. I don't want to hear your answer.

[ shuffling through his shit weh weh. ]

I could take the train. Or fly. You know something that doesn't involve getting in an automobile with a complete lunatic, who as I recall, strapped me up in a vest of explosives.

Blame it on trust issues.

What's in the past is in the past.

[ pulling out sunglasses and putting them on his face like a baws ]

Feel free to stay here without money, a dead cellphone, and miles away from baker street.

[ snorts. ]

No money! What do you mean no money? Of course I've got---

[ shuffling through his wallet. and it's. totally empty sans filled pub punch card and ID. WHAT.

oh god. maybe the station has a charger. or.

he's a bit rusty with his Italian and...

feeling particularly suicidal apparently because he is FINDING HIMSELF JUST. walking on over to the passenger's seat and awkwardly getting in.

clears... throat. ]

I suppose asking to borrow your charger would be ridiculous.

Completely.

[ And then a smile as he approaches the driver's seat. Let's go, hombre. ]

Ah, what's that quote? "It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses."

[ looks at John expectantly ]

[ feebly tries to turn his phone on anyway. IN HOPES THAT HE WILL SEE ANOTHER DAY. ALAS. it truly is dead.

just. solemn disappointment on John's face rfn and what.

is he quoting the Blues Brothers?

DARES TO MAKE EYE CONTACT...

oh god he wants an actual response.

legit face in hands. right fucking here. ]

Hit it...

[ HE IS SO PROUD OF YOU, JOHN

SO

PROUD

and then he starts the car and drives off. Putting in something in the stereo--

is that Queen? ]

[ this is the worst day ever.

i mean, there's a significant lack of explosives, bullets, blood, and gore but. it's just unexpectedly awful even without all that.

oh no he actually likes Freddie Mercury. RUDE.

HITS THE ON/OFF BUTTON. NO FUCKS GIVEN. ]

What am I doing in Italy?

You turned off the music...

[ frowns at the stereo but whatever whatever, looks back to the road then ]

I said you were molesting a statue, John. Don't make me repeat myself.

[ He'll hit it again when he feels like climbing out the window.

Or he might actually do that too. Circumstances, circumstances. ]

No I mean like---how did I get here? If you even know that which, I can only assume you do.

[ TYPICAL OKAY. ]

Of course I do.

[ SMILES and keeps driving doot doot ]

And we're going to be on the road for the next, I don't know, forty-eight hours together--assuming we're both still alive by the end of that period--the polite thing to do would be to tell me how I arrived.

[ this is like dealing with Sherlock except less receptive to the general concept of human empathy period. like. ever. ]

If you're still alive in twenty-four hours, I'll tell you.

[ ehehehe :y ]

...

[ WOW. R U D E.

sob.

life is so unfair. ]

That's not... very reassuring. Oh wait. I forgot who I willingly jumped on board with here.

I'm not that crazy, John. I'm actually quite sociable.

[ SIGH rude ]

[ if the situation weren't so mind numbingly terrifying, awful, hideous, etc. etc. etc., John might actually laugh.

HA HA HA. ]

Something tells me you actually believe that.

[ looks at watch. oh cool. it's been 15 minutes. ]

This is the longest span of time you've ever spent with me, don't judge so quickly.

[ omg r u serious. ]

You just made a remark implying that I might not even be alive in twenty-four hours. Apologies for making gross assumptions.

You really have no sense of humor.

Tell me how I got to Italy.

Plane.

[ :) ]

[ wanker. ]

A... plane. That's preposterous! I would remember getting on a plane to go to Italy.

[ blaming this on Sherlock. ha ha ha ha look at that. he's actually blaming Sherlock before he even blames you, Moriarty. VOLUMES HAVE BEEN SPOKEN. ]

You've been intoxicated for the last four days.

WHAT?!

[ ha ha go figure. ]

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Don't yell.

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