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bakerstreet2021-01-05 12:06 am
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The Morning After Meme
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 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.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios
① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is 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 the 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, can't 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 xxx?
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 favorite, or make up your own!
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So she'll push the door open, already saying,] It's half eight, your mother is already gone, no idea why she didn't wake you, but I can give you a ride into town if you are ready in fifteen- [...and then she realises that the person currently blinking awake in Kaisa's bed has the wrong hair colour, the wrong hair length, and generally doesn't look right.
Oh.
At her feet, a cat slips into the room and jumps onto the bed, planning on inspecting the new person.]
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Ren wakes at the sound of the door opening. She hadn't intended on staying the night but she must have fallen asleep. Is it better to pretend to still be asleep or to make a quick escape? She's been spotted now and from experience she knows how this goes. Shit. Is she even wearing pants?
Nope. Oh fuck. This is dreadful.
Nothing she can do except style it out and try her best not to climb out the window.]
Uh. G'morning ma'am. I think Kaisa left...already...
[Oh hey! A cat! Cute! This is the best part of a shitty day already.]
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Had to leave for work, I assume. [Now that she's less surprised and more curious to find a woman she's never met before in here, she remembers to do her usual check of people coming into the house... and, lo and behold. The woman is Garou. Well, good to know.
She wonders if Kaisa knew. Probably depends on how they met. Either way, kids need breakfast.] How about this, you get dressed and I make something to eat, and then we can see about getting you back into town or wherever you need to go?
Tea or coffee?
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[Ren mutely sizes up whether she can actually fit through the window. Nope. But it might be worth the squeezes.]
Uh. Tea. Please. [She can remember manners at a time like this. Hospitality isn't to be ignored. That'd just be completely wrong.]
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Tea, then.
I assume you aren't vegan or vegetarian? [She hasn't met a Garou who is, but particularly with that age group ...you never know. Better check.
And then, when she has the young woman at the table and dressed, she can try and see about the details of how she ended up naked in her niece's bed. ...Aside from what, Marja assumes, would be the obvious.
It's not nosy if it's taking care of your family, right?
Hopefully forcing a breakfast on her will make it too socially unacceptable to make a run for it while Marja has her back turned. Which would be unfortunate not just because she does want to know what's up, but also because they are out in the middle of nowhere and she doubts the girl knows where to go from here - out of the window all that Ren can see are a working garden, a shed and trees.]
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Because look at this little gentleman!!! Ren has a mighty need. And that need is mostly to pet this precious delight. Then find out where the fuck her clothes went. Priorities.
She does check out the window because old habits die hard. And when she doesn't have a clue where she is she sends Rowan a text with her pinned location; IF I DIE WOS HERE MIGHT NED PICKUP WHERE DO VEGAN COME FROM??? THX. Rowan's smart. They'll get the subtext.
Shortly after texting Rowan and getting the full cat inspection, she manages to find her clothes and look somewhat presentable. She combs a hand through her hair. That's as good as it's getting today. At least she has the manners not to put her outdoor shoes on as she exits the bedroom, cat following at her ankles.]
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Her own wife can spout interesting things if you don't apply caffeine first, and really that's true for most of the household.
When Ren comes out of the room, she walks past a bathroom with an open door, which is obviously used by a number of people going by the Kallax shelf standing against one wall with baskets in it that all have a different name nametagged onto them. Marja figured that she doesn't need to mention that there is a bathroom that she can use - of course there is (that Ren was sensible and is not wearing shoes in the house is appreciated and will be particularly appreciated here, though).
As she proceeds, the Garou will come out into an open plan area with a wall in the middle. To her left is a living room with sofas and a TV, and to the right is first a large dining table and then a kitchen, in which Marja stands. She looks up when Ren enters and pushes a steaming mug of tea over the counter in the younger woman's general direction with a grin.] Here, put some caffeine into your face.
Bread or cereal?
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Oh fuck.
Is this one of those weird murder houses where they lure you in with pretty girls? Damn. That would suck. Kaisa was hot. And they have cats. She doesn't want to have to lose her shit and kill everything.]
Thank you. [Oh well. If it's drugged, it'll take something really strong to knock her out. And Rowan has her location pin if she disappears. And nobody will guess her phone password.] ....you're not going to drug me, right? [Might as well ask the question.]
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Though there is always something to drink in this house.
Why? Has that happened to you before? [She's not even thinking about something terrible here - more along the lines of weed cookies that weren't declared as such.]
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Not recently. [Not unless you count drinking one too many and waking up after blacking out. But really, that was self-inflicted and peer pressure induced. But as a gesture of appreciating her hospitality, Ren will drink the tea.] Just bein' careful.
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Instead, she just nods.] Being careful is good.
Though I should assume that it's harder to drug you than it would be to drug most people. [And since Ren hasn't opined either way, she'll start to put out some cereal, milk, bowl and spoon as well as bread, butter, jam, plate and knife, so the younger woman can pick for herse.]
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And there has never been a more convenient time to shove bread in your face so you don't have to talk than right now]
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While she butters a slice of bread, a cat climbs on the table and she sighs, reaching out to gently place it back on the floor. Another cat climbs into her lap and from there onto her shoulder, and yet another cat pads over towards Ren and gets on its hind legs with the front paws on the side of Ren's chair, and if the young woman doesn't stop it, the cat will jump into her lap and get comfortable there.
There certainly is no shortage of cats in this house. Or, it seems, of older woman watching Ren, because once the bread is buttered and had cheese applied to it, Marja's eyes go to Ren again, watching her thoughtfully. There's only so much you can glance from appearances. Garou, and around twenty, and female, and-
right.] I just realised we never introduced ourselves. I'm Marja.
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[Um. There's a whole cat on her. What the hell is with all these cats? They should be freaked out and it's kind of freaking her out that they aren't freaking out. Unless they're all going to turn on her. That would such.
So, she'll tentatively pet the cat in her lap, trying to be as gentle as she can be. There's a ping as Rowan responds to her confusing text. Oh good. They know where she is if she gets murdered. That's useful.]
You sure have a lot of cats. Are you an animal doctor?