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sandy can't you see, I'm in misery
❝the Morning After meme❞ |
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•Start a thread for each of your characters. It works better if you avoid a catch-all. •Other people comment as though their characters have suddenly woken up next to yours. Anons can comment suggesting who should wake up together. •If it's too creepy or cracked out, you obviously don't have to do it. •Spam accounts are totally welcome as well! •The first person who says they're late has to wakeup with Zoidberg. |
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Babe...Babe. Turn over or something.
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Wait a second.
"Babe?" ]
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s'better.
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One, there's someone else in bed with him.
Two, he's pretty sure he can't remember how he got here.
Slowly, he cracks one eye open even as April curls up again, and instantly shuts it, groaning. ]
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Come on-
[Andy almost comes out after that, but, hah. Wait. It hasn't been Andy for a while. So she cracks an eye open and sees...chest. Hm.]
You?
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Yeah.
[ Eloquent Bradbury-speak for "I have no idea where we are or what happened, but I'm hoping you do." ]
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Oh my god. I can't believe I cost myself the stupid pool. I'm my own stupid archenemy.
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What do you mean "the pool"? [ He can guess what she means, but she's probably kidding, right? Right? He's still a little too shell-shocked by everything that's happening to do much more than let her do what she wants. It's all a little surreal. ]
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[Obviously not even ashamed here. She's under the impression City Hall is run on betting pools. Most of which she's in on.
Sigh. She just lays there limply for a moment, apparently not too bothered with the current state of things, despite the bitching.]
It's not even the money, you know. It's just the high of being right. And rubbing it in their wrong little faces.
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Also, he might be trying to pull away. ]
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[Said with the tone of someone who wants to believe that they didn't hook up (thus preserving the pool), but can't (come on. look at them. they're attractive people). But-
Wait. Where is bed going.]
Hey. I still have, like, twenty minutes.
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You know that making me feel like some kinda cheap hooker is just gonna make me wanna get out of here faster, right?
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[It's half muttered, but he gets his way as a (not) apology. April slowly sits up next to him, still looking down over at him.]
But, god. I didn't mean- Look.
[huff]
I'm sure you'd be a very expensive hooker or something, okay. I just don't get freak out now when we've got twenty whole minutes more of sleep to have before we have to get up and start.
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Sounds like a plan.
[ Meaning, grudgingly, he's going to shelve freaking out temporarily in favor of slipping back into semi-consciousness. He doesn't feel nearly awake enough to deal with this, or with trying to remember how any of this happened. Whose bed are they even in? ]
I just hope this isn't getting filmed and put on the internet or something.
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[apparently a key for working for Eddie was to have an ego almost as large as his. Regardless, april takes his rolling as a sign for her to resume urn to using him as a human pillow.]
But, mm. Sounds above my effort level just now. So you might be safe. For twenty minutes.
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[ He doesn't even offer token protest as she snuggles back in, apparently having given it up as a lost cause. This is what his life has become. ]
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Or have a sense of humor about the stroke it'd totally give the bosses.
[Yup. So grinning against his back. She hopes he can feel that.]
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Thanks, that's exactly what I needed to think about now. Right at this moment. That's exactly what I wanted.
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[You're the one who woke her, champ. Now you get to deal with it.]
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Some of us like being able to remember the first time around before we go for a second round.
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I don't think that's gonna happen. So I guess there can never, ever be a sequel if that's the rule. For some people.
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Yeah, well, I guess that depends on whether you count not being able to remember as being like it never happened.
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I don't know. You're the one with the weird rules, here. Except for losing, like, whole tens of dollars, it's not a bad morning for some other people.
[Enjoy that feeling of air quotes happening against your ribs, bro]
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Who'd you bet on, anyway?
[ Though he'll probably be happier not knowing. Honestly. ]
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