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[hot4kashiwagi.livejournal.com]

【Morning After Meme】

᠉ Last night you did something crazy. Drank, gambled, ran around wild, slept with someone you hate - you name it. ᠉ Whatever it was, you can't remember anyway. Now you're awake in a hotel room with someone beside you. And yes, you're both naked. ᠉ What do you do now? ᠉ As always, canon only by agreement.

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[oceanicbutterfly]

[What? The warm is going away. Come back, warm.] Nnnnn.

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

['Warm' still pulls away and sits up, shifting the blanket a little. oh god where are my clothes-]

[oceanicbutterfly]

Mmmmm. [Karen curls up like she's scared and slides down under the blanket a little more.]

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

[Looks down at Karen for a moment. Then puts the blanket over her properly and slips out of bed to find her clothes that have been scattered around the room for some unknown and possibly unsettling reason.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[shifts a bit, beginning to wake up]

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

[Managed to find her undergarments, score! Puts them on in no hurry.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[And look whose eyes are open. Hey, her room doesn't look right.]

Huh? What...

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

[Over here getting dressed, not paying attention.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

Where...

[oh hey, nearly naked girl putting her clothes back on--and look, Karen is naked, too!]

Wh-what's going on?!

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

[The woman turns to face her, she isn't as freaked out anymore but.. just as clueless.]

I don't know. I woke up next to you and didn't remember a thing.

[oceanicbutterfly]

How can you not...

[And it dawns on Karen that she can't remember anything, either.]

Were we both...

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

Naked? Yes. [Just as inexplicably.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[...]

If I did something to you, I'll do whatever it takes to make up for it.

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

[Looks at her, surprised.]

Ah... well, I don't remember anything. Do you?

[oceanicbutterfly]

No, but in this situation...

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

I see what you mean, but I doubt you could do anything to me if I didn't agree. [She smiles, nearly smirks at her.]

And anyway, if no-one remembers it doesn't matter, right?

[oceanicbutterfly]

I suppose you could think of it that way. [Karen clearly isn't thinking of it that way.]

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

Well, either way, we don't even know for sure if anything happened. It's unlikely to begin with, because no matter how drunk I may or may not have been, I still prefer men.

[oceanicbutterfly]

Well, if you're sure...

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

Quite.

[oceanicbutterfly]

If we didn't, though, then that raises some interesting questions.

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

No matter if we did or didn't, I'd like to know where my memories of last night went. Since I... don't have a hangover to show for it.

[oceanicbutterfly]

I was going to ask about where we are. Those questions might be related.

[fearthehuszarok.livejournal.com]

This isn't a room I recognize... in fact, it probably isn't on my world. Or at least not my time. Even the bed is strange.

[oceanicbutterfly]

It doesn't seem unusual to me. We must be closer to my time. Then again, that doesn't narrow it down much.