sandy can't you see, I'm in misery

[longbowhunter]

❝the Morning After meme❞
	•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.

Comments

[viced]

[ While Rick may not be able to gauge time, he's perfectly capable of it, and he's listening maybe not to the clock in the room, but there's a timekeeping piece somewhere in the building, and it's early evening, and he grimaces once he finally makes it back to the real world, and catches onto what the fuck's happening. ]

Oh you're fucking shitting me, who's idea of a joke was that?

[ And he watches as the door rejects them, and he frowns. ]

LOCK, YOU'D BETTER REVERSE FUNCTION RIGHT NOW, OR I'M RIPPING YOU OUT.

[ But what happens when the door opens and it's blocked off?? ]

[waiting]

[ The door clicks as the tumblers fall into place, and he'd shoot a grateful look back at Mitch if it wouldn't mean possibly having to try to wipe his mind clean of the sight.

Unfortunately, when the door opens, all that's facing them is a bricked-off wall, with a piece of paper taped on it and the letters large enough for Mitch to read even as far as he is:

"GOOD TRY, BUT NO CIGAR. AT LEAST NOT UNTIL YOU MAKE OUT. ;)"

Bradbury just kind of stares at that for a moment before bringing a hand up to drag over his face, s l o w l y.

There are just no words to described how fucked up this is. ]

[viced]

[ It was large enough, and he stared, open-mouthed at the shit on the brick wall. Open. Mouthed.

He let off a low, frustrated groan, his hands gestating wildly before thumping into the pillow. ]

Oh Jesus fucking Christ! Who the fuck would do this!?

[waiting]

Someone who likes playing matchmaker and has the firepower to do it? [ Bradbury mutters the words on automatic, then shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.

He just isn't awake enough to deal with this, so he trundles back to the bed, pillow held to preserve a semblance of modesty (not that Mitch is looking) and flops down on "his" side, keeping his back firmly turned to Mitch. ]

Let me know if you figure something out. [ It's not worth getting worked up about this. ]