Good Morning Meme.

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"If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?"

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[verybritish.livejournal.com]

This is Oedipal. After we're done throwing up, I may have to kill you.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

This totally is'nt my fault!

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

Topher, as far as we're concerned, this never happened. It's a cautionary tale for my future AA meetings.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

As far as I know. It didn't anyhow....

[He pauses, covering his scrawny form with his blanket]

DON'T LOOK!. Wait? what AA meetings?

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

There's room for doubt? So thrives my soul.

You say that as though I might be compelled to look, otherwise. [She shivers reflexively in revulsion. There's something dreadfully wrong there.]

[What AA meetings? Hasn't he grasped the gravity of the situation?] The ones I'm going to start attending, religiously.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

And how many white chips to you have in that draw?

[Now is hardly the time for quick jabs as hes looking around for his clothes. Someeeeeeeeewhere! cooooomone. Ah! underwear with brains all over it! Certainly his!. He quickly slips them on before looking around]

Wait...This is your place?

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

If you must know, I stopped counting around twenty.

[She gives him a look which suggests it's none of his business in the first place.]

Yes, it is. And, before you ask, I have no memory of bringing you here. Is that honestly your underwear? Oh God, I've been naked with a child.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

Not all of us live in house that...

[He blinks, looking out the window before looking back at Adelle, then back out the window. His voice rising to near a shrill.]

WATER! OCEAN?! What! I SLEEP IN THE WEDGE ROOM! sure its nice and cool and enclosed but OCEAN!

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

How do you think they enticed me to the States, of all places? Not that there's anything wrong with your country. You do have real beaches, and weather that doesn't permanently fall within degrees of being miserable.

[She gets out of bed, turns her back on him, and hastily pulls on the previous night's clothing. She wouldn't dream of wearing anything clean just now. She'd like to spend a few hours in the shower first, scrubbing off layers of skin.]

I don't recall telling you to make yourself at home. [Stop poking around and touching things.]

THIS ME TAGGING YOU WHILE YOUR RANTING ABOUT ME NOT TAGGING.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

[Forgive him. He still stuck on the water thing]

Jesus. I know Rossums pays for well. Didn't think it was "the Hills" well.

Hey...

Why do you have swords on the wall.

And a picture of Victor?

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

You should meet my neighbours, the Real Housewives of Orange County.

Those aren't swords, they're fencing sabres. Don't touch.

[It's not Victor, it's Roger. She scowls a little, quite surly at having her personal life scrutinized.]

That -- I should have taken down, quite some time ago. I'm not home much. You may have noticed.

I'm calling a car for you.

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

Is it going to be driven by Victor in a little drivers cap?

[He blinked as he looked over at her. His eyes went wide as he recalled he's still only wearing boxers. He scrambled to find more of his clothes. Pants and a sweatervest. But no shirt. He puts its on anyway. He looks laughable. His scrawny arms poking out of the vest]

[verybritish.livejournal.com]

That's one awfully expensive way to get you the Hell out of my house.

I don't have any chauffeur fantasies to play out. [Her clothes are rumpled and she has bed hair, but at least it's a whole outfit.]

You look ridiculous. Find your shirt. I'm not returning it to you at work. People will talk. And by people, I mean Judith.

[sevenofnine.livejournal.com]

[Not covering herself here at all, but she does look incredibly confused.]

Topher Brink? Did we engage in non-reproductive copulation?

[abitbison.livejournal.com]

WHAT?

[Topher is jolted awake and falls out the bed. He's blinking at the blond woman in his bed. This does'nt happen often.]

What? No no no no no. At least I don't think so.

[He looks down,realizes his naked]

Wait. Naked.

[He looks up at her]

Breasts.

Oh dear lord.

[sevenofnine.livejournal.com]

[She'll just be on the bed (watching him flail around like a dying animal) looking expectant beyond measure. She's relying on him to explain this, because she can't, and that's unusual for her. She'd normally wait for him to say something useful, but her patience is in short supply today.]

You have a remarkable ability to speak volumes and say nothing. It is not sexually attractive.

[nvadams.livejournal.com]

Quirky... But cute. I can live with that.