wholeheaded: (nothing but tired)
Ambrose "Glitch" Langwe ([personal profile] wholeheaded) wrote in [community profile] hamsterball2013-11-02 06:35 pm
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THE MORNING AFTER MEME

Look I'm feeling ambitious and optimistic let's see if we can do the thing.


Rules
1. Post as your character, who should be asleep somewhere with somebody else next to them. Feel free to describe their sleeping habits.
2. Someone else tags you with their character as their bedmate.
3. (OPTIONAL) They don't remember how they got there, and they don't really remember what happened last night.
4. Wake up. Freak out. Rinse. Repeat.
5. Alcohol doesn't have to be involved, and neither does sex. Use your imaginations!
6. There is no such thing as tagging late, so have at!

Standard these-events-have-no-impact-in-game disclaimer applies, go and GET IT GET IT!
threelivesdown: (Grrrrrr)

[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-11-06 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, look! Movement. Isis finds her way beneath the trenchcoat and goes about sniffing and exploring. Really, it is sort of nice and warm and dark under here. Maybe a nap would be good before breakfast? It could be pleasant.

Meanwhile, Selina mutters, "M'not on you."

Obviously, we're dealing with sober morning people here.
laughingmage: (photo lighting up)

[personal profile] laughingmage 2013-11-11 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
There's someone else here. That startles him, and his eyes actually open up.

Only, apparently he's the someone else. Where the hell is he?

"Um...mornin'."
threelivesdown: (In bed - amused)

[personal profile] threelivesdown 2013-11-12 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Nnnnnn," she replied, not really interested, yet, in lifting her head from the bed to look over at him just yet.
laughingmage: (ghost woman)

[personal profile] laughingmage 2013-11-12 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The place is nicer than his own, by far, and he's taking a moment just to absorb details. It's decorated well, but even the decorations seems as hollow as the rest of this place. There's something missing, for sure.

The voice from beside him is too grumbled to identify, but it has a feminine quality to it. He thinks of moving the mass of hair, but elects against it for now. The cat pushing against his hand keeps mewing, and he can only assume it wants food. What's the rules on feeding a mysterious hosts' cat?