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bakerstreet2013-07-09 07:38 pm
memesforall) wrote in bakerstreet2013-07-09 07:38 pm
The Morning After Meme
HOW THIS WORKS:
1. Post with your character
2. Tag around
3. SHENANIGANS!
4. ???
5. Profit
HOW THIS WORKS:
1. Post with your character
2. Tag around
3. SHENANIGANS!
4. ???
5. Profit
[ Provide aid to politically important person who doesn't really want to be.
Take a personal role in helping her until she figures out what she wants to do next.
...wake up one morning staring at the back of her head and wonder how sleeping together fits into the diplomatic process.
It doesn't. ]
Take a personal role in helping her until she figures out what she wants to do next.
...wake up one morning staring at the back of her head and wonder how sleeping together fits into the diplomatic process.
It doesn't. ]
[What do you get when two large men with giant swords end up in the same bed together? Cyuss isn't sure, exactly, but he's trying to piece it out as he slowly comes to. He's never been so uncomfortable in a bed before. Someone heavy is laying on top of him, and he's pretty sure that's a sheathed broadsword that he's sleeping on.
So he's naked and sandwiched between a man and his sword, and his back isn't too happy about that. He's not sure who this guy is, but Cyuss grunts nad tries to shove him off...but dammit, this guy is even bigger than he is.]
C'mon, asshole. It's time to wake up.
[Seriously? He's going to be so sore all day now, and he's not sure if it's because he slept on top of something metal, if it's because he slept beneath some giant, or if it's because everything before that was sex.
Maybe it's all three.]
So he's naked and sandwiched between a man and his sword, and his back isn't too happy about that. He's not sure who this guy is, but Cyuss grunts nad tries to shove him off...but dammit, this guy is even bigger than he is.]
C'mon, asshole. It's time to wake up.
[Seriously? He's going to be so sore all day now, and he's not sure if it's because he slept on top of something metal, if it's because he slept beneath some giant, or if it's because everything before that was sex.
Maybe it's all three.]
[Derek is a light sleeper at the best of times, and really, last night wouldn't lend itself well to restful sleep for anyone, least of all him, so it should come as no surprise that he's still staring at the ceiling when the sun starts to rise over the city outside. One of the problems with his loft is the giant wall of plate glass without any curtains, but he honestly hadn't been considering mornings when he bought the place, so whatever. It was what it was, and there was nothing he could do about it now.
Jennifer is still here, still curled up next to him, looking small and fragile and so painfully human that he doesn't know how to react to her. He considers slipping out of bed and just leaving her here to wake up alone, but this is his apartment, and besides...he's got nowhere to go, really.
So he stays put, scratches idly at the blood that's dried on his stomach, and watches the sun rise through his windows. He hasn't had a moment of peace in a long time, he's going to enjoy this one while it lasts.]
Jennifer is still here, still curled up next to him, looking small and fragile and so painfully human that he doesn't know how to react to her. He considers slipping out of bed and just leaving her here to wake up alone, but this is his apartment, and besides...he's got nowhere to go, really.
So he stays put, scratches idly at the blood that's dried on his stomach, and watches the sun rise through his windows. He hasn't had a moment of peace in a long time, he's going to enjoy this one while it lasts.]
I'm really enjoying this thread! Do you have plurk or a messenger?
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- 2013-07-11 21:53 (UTC) - ExpandI do have a plurk though idek how to really use it lol. It's fieldagent.
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- 2013-07-11 22:07 (UTC) - ExpandHead canon stuff...I just wish we knew more about Ms. Blake
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- 2013-07-11 23:23 (UTC) - Expand[Scott couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun at a party. To go along with that though, he also didn't remember whatever happened once he left the party, or how he found himself in Danny's bed without any clothes on. Scott really didn't care right now as he's holding onto the warm body sleeping next to him with his face buried in the other guy's neck. One thing was absolutely certain.
Scott really loves the smell of Armani.]
Scott really loves the smell of Armani.]
[It wouldn't be the first time he and Scott had fallen asleep together. It might be the first time that they'd both somehow managed to get out of shirts and pants and wind up sleeping in their underwear. On top of the bed. Together. Had it really been that hot last night? Judging by the vague muggy feeling in the room, probably. He'd forgotten to turn his fan on and he guessed they'd wound up sleep-solving that problem. It might have helped if he could have sleep-solved it by turning on the fan instead of getting almost naked.
It was bad enough he had the physiques of the rest of the lacrosse team rubbed in his face at school. Having to see that Scott was ripped and Stiles was decidedly not was just salt in the wound.
He tried to wriggle out from under Scott, half under him, which Stiles thought sort of defeated the whole 'it's too hot for clothes' purpose.]
It was bad enough he had the physiques of the rest of the lacrosse team rubbed in his face at school. Having to see that Scott was ripped and Stiles was decidedly not was just salt in the wound.
He tried to wriggle out from under Scott, half under him, which Stiles thought sort of defeated the whole 'it's too hot for clothes' purpose.]
[Alice could only vaguely remember the events that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. One: She knew that had attended Jack's wedding. Two: She had been more then happy to see all her Wonderland friends again. Three: She vaguely recalled Hatter offering her something to drink. Four: Apparently she couldn't handle Wonderland liquor. Tea. Whatever it was he'd given her.
She had a horrible head ache when she woke up, but she couldn't say she minded seeing him plastered against her side, hat knocked askew]
Hatter?
She had a horrible head ache when she woke up, but she couldn't say she minded seeing him plastered against her side, hat knocked askew]
Hatter?
The room was littered thickly with thin clear plastic printouts, some were palm-size and others were big enough that they would cover the hotel room table if properly unrolled, interspersed with far more empty liquor bottles than any ten people could have been responsible for. The printouts were covered in excited scribbles of a few different colours in various degrees of legibility. They were all over the room, some of them were even in the bed with the two occupants.
Khan lay sprawled on the bed face down with three different printouts pinned under his chest. The one remaining bit of actual bedding that hadn't ended up on the floor, one crumpled bed sheet, did nothing to cover up his otherwise bare-naked body. The printouts? A full set of the engineering blueprints for the ship Khan had designed, the prototype Dreadnaught class starship, USS Vengeance (may she rest in peace).
So it seemed that the two of them had spent the night drinking and looking at pornography?
Khan lay sprawled on the bed face down with three different printouts pinned under his chest. The one remaining bit of actual bedding that hadn't ended up on the floor, one crumpled bed sheet, did nothing to cover up his otherwise bare-naked body. The printouts? A full set of the engineering blueprints for the ship Khan had designed, the prototype Dreadnaught class starship, USS Vengeance (may she rest in peace).
So it seemed that the two of them had spent the night drinking and looking at pornography?
[This isn't that surprising considering their last interaction. Shion had honestly had completely innocent intentions when he invited Inigo to hang out with him. It had even started out innocent! A nice walk in the park, maybe a little bit of hand holding because in all fairness, Inigo was pretty physically appealing in multiple ways and Shion was just a boy.
Just a boy who was now waking up naked with a film reel of everything they did last night skipping through his mind. It's not like he forgot about it. Just. Falling asleep had sharpened the blow a little bit.
He rolls over onto his side, curling his body towards Inigo but he doesn't immediately wake him up. Shion wonders if he's supposed to sneak out right now. No. He couldn't do that. That would imply he was ashamed of what he had done.
He wasn't. So instead, Shion's going to scoot over the bed and bump his knees into Inigo's to try and wake him up.]
Just a boy who was now waking up naked with a film reel of everything they did last night skipping through his mind. It's not like he forgot about it. Just. Falling asleep had sharpened the blow a little bit.
He rolls over onto his side, curling his body towards Inigo but he doesn't immediately wake him up. Shion wonders if he's supposed to sneak out right now. No. He couldn't do that. That would imply he was ashamed of what he had done.
He wasn't. So instead, Shion's going to scoot over the bed and bump his knees into Inigo's to try and wake him up.]
[Sometimes, Dean kind of sucked at the whole Hunter thing. Like, he was pretty sure there was some Hunter rule about falling into bed with underage werewolves no matter what sort of puppy dog eyes they made. And even if there wasn't? Dude, that was like all his morals in one go.
Dean cracked one green eye open, only to groan and bury his face back into whatever it was he'd been using as a pillow. It was warm, and there was a soothing heartbeat thrumming in his ear. He was just going to nuzzle back into the warmth and go back to those dreams where Scott was over eighteen and he wasn't still in his bedroom. You know, dreams where he wouldn't probably end up jumping out a window in his underwear.
The worst part? He hadn't even really been that drunk.]
Dean cracked one green eye open, only to groan and bury his face back into whatever it was he'd been using as a pillow. It was warm, and there was a soothing heartbeat thrumming in his ear. He was just going to nuzzle back into the warmth and go back to those dreams where Scott was over eighteen and he wasn't still in his bedroom. You know, dreams where he wouldn't probably end up jumping out a window in his underwear.
The worst part? He hadn't even really been that drunk.]
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