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agentscorpio) wrote2011-05-12 10:22 am
agentscorpio) wrote2011-05-12 10:22 am
Birthdays Come But Once A Year [RP]
Who: Mikel Fury, Loki Laufeyson, Carlos Ayala (Marvel NPC)
When: Between Event Horizon and Hellfire
Where: Mikel's house
Rating: PG-13 (language, general adult themes mentioned)
Thread is Closed.
There were many different things one could wake up to on their birthday—some pleasant, some not so pleasant. This was quickly falling into the not so pleasant category. Startled awake by a sound that did not belong in his bedroom, Mikel Fury realized three things in quick succession; first, that he had one serious hangover in progress; second, that he was not alone in his bed; and third, that the noise he was hearing was someone singing. By the time he figured out who was doing the singing and who was in the bed with him, it was too late to stop things and Mikel’s first coherent thought of the day was, ‘This will not end well.’
Carlos Ayala’s first though wasn’t quite as coherent as Mikel’s. Actually, he wasn’t thinking at all when Mikel’s sudden movement snapped him into consciousness. Mentally grabbing the first thing in his line of sight, Carlos waved his arm and telekinetically chucked whatever it was at the noisy intruder standing at the end of the bed before rolling over to see what was going on.
Knowing what he did of Mikel’s background, Carlos was prepared to see just about anything standing there armed to the teeth—but a tall long haired guy dressed in a little polka-dot dress with a party hat on his head with a dog dressed in a similar fashion completely shut Carlos’s brain down for a second. The fact he had tossed a dog toy at the guy’s head and said toy was now floating in place without any help from him took a few seconds longer to register.
“What the hell were we drinking last night?” he asked Mikel as he stared at the guy.
Mikel had dropped back onto the bed once he’d confirmed that it was Loki and Tinkerbell down there and not some alcohol induced hallucination. Well, he thought, at least Carlos and I are still dressed though I'm sure that won't stop Loki from jumping to conclusions here.
“You picked the bar,” Mikel muttered as he rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes, “you tell me.”
When: Between Event Horizon and Hellfire
Where: Mikel's house
Rating: PG-13 (language, general adult themes mentioned)
Thread is Closed.
There were many different things one could wake up to on their birthday—some pleasant, some not so pleasant. This was quickly falling into the not so pleasant category. Startled awake by a sound that did not belong in his bedroom, Mikel Fury realized three things in quick succession; first, that he had one serious hangover in progress; second, that he was not alone in his bed; and third, that the noise he was hearing was someone singing. By the time he figured out who was doing the singing and who was in the bed with him, it was too late to stop things and Mikel’s first coherent thought of the day was, ‘This will not end well.’
Carlos Ayala’s first though wasn’t quite as coherent as Mikel’s. Actually, he wasn’t thinking at all when Mikel’s sudden movement snapped him into consciousness. Mentally grabbing the first thing in his line of sight, Carlos waved his arm and telekinetically chucked whatever it was at the noisy intruder standing at the end of the bed before rolling over to see what was going on.
Knowing what he did of Mikel’s background, Carlos was prepared to see just about anything standing there armed to the teeth—but a tall long haired guy dressed in a little polka-dot dress with a party hat on his head with a dog dressed in a similar fashion completely shut Carlos’s brain down for a second. The fact he had tossed a dog toy at the guy’s head and said toy was now floating in place without any help from him took a few seconds longer to register.
“What the hell were we drinking last night?” he asked Mikel as he stared at the guy.
Mikel had dropped back onto the bed once he’d confirmed that it was Loki and Tinkerbell down there and not some alcohol induced hallucination. Well, he thought, at least Carlos and I are still dressed though I'm sure that won't stop Loki from jumping to conclusions here.
“You picked the bar,” Mikel muttered as he rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes, “you tell me.”