Hangover survivors' mecca

[fates_jaye]

It's 12:48 pm. Jaye is still in her pajamas. She may still have some bedhead going on. She is camped out on the sofa of the second floor common room with a blanket, a pillow, and a super size bottle of aspirin. And water. Lots of water. She also ordered out for pizza. And she hates everything on TV and wishes someone brought a movie. Because she's not going back upstairs.

Her head hurts. However, that shouldn't discourage anyone from stopping by and teasing (as she's too icky to care) or joining in the ughness (as you may have a better story).

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[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie, who somehow managed to make it as far as ten feet from his dorm room door before passing out, has finally regained consciousness. Not being in any mood to be hung over and miserable by himself, he goes into his room to get a blanket and then staggers up to the second floor common room, hoping to shamelessly mooch off someone for food find food and hopefully a couch to collapse on for a while.

He seems to have come down with a violent hacking cough at some point after losing consciousness. Funny, that.

[fates_jaye]

"Ugh," Jaye greets him.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie smiles weakly and collapses onto one of the couches. "I quite agree," he says just before pulling the blanket up over his head. "I hope you found a more pleasant place to sleep than the corridor floor."

[fates_jaye]

"Bed," Jaye says, quietly because her own voice is echoing inside her skull and that is Bad. Really, how do you shush yourself? "Go, me."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Go, you." At least, this is presumably what Archie is saying, because he's very muffled under the blanket, and anyway he's mumbling to keep the pain down. "You made it farther than I did. I'm envious."

[fates_jaye]

"I'm impressed I left the bar," she mumbles. "I think part of me might still be there."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"How did we make it back, anyway?" he asks. "Damned if I can remember."

A brief pause. "Which part?"

[fates_jaye]

"Is my head still attached?" Jaye asks. "Maybe that explains how I don't know how we got back, either." She pauses. "Maybe I died of alcohol poisoning and I'm back at Fandom High, where the dead people go."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica was wide awake and feeling good. It was a new year and she was determined that 2006 was going to be better than 2005.

She wandered down to the common room to see if anyone was around.

"Hey Jaye!" she exclaimed walking in. "Happy New Year!! Did you have fun at Caritas last night?"

[fates_jaye]

Wincing, Jaye puts a finger to her lips in the international "shhh!" sign. "Yes. Too much fun," she says, suppressing the urge to nod.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

The top of Archie's head pokes out from under the blanket. "Your head still appears to be there. Though for all I know some kind soul brought it back and reattached it for you after the fact. You're dead. I'm dead. We're all dead here."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica glances from Jaye to the lump under the blanket and back to Jaye.

"Sorry," she says, lowering her voice slightly. "I take it you took advantage of Lorne's NPC servers not carding," she adds with a grin.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye nods, and the band in her head starts playing something nice and percussive. "So's long as we're all clear on the deadness."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

The Archie-shaped lump under the blanket moved in a way that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than flinching.

"Please, I wouldn't object terribly to the new year starting off a bit more quietly, if you wouldn't mind."

One hand did poke out from under the blankets in a weak but friendly wave, though.

[fates_jaye]

"Well, the bad news is, I made it into the double digits on drinks. The good news is, I didn't make it into triple digits."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Perfectly clear on it from my end, thanks very much," he says dryly, the pain from the fluorescent lighting making him immediately sorry about opening his eyes. "Maybe we have that in common now. Though I don't recall it continuing to hurt this much last time."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Veronica whispered. "Who is that anyway?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica winces. "Ouch. No wonder you're hurting today. Do you need anything for the pain? I have some tylenol in my room."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty plops down on the sofa carrying his entire collection of James Bund Double Zero Seven-Eleven that he got for Christmas

"I see some people neglected to drink plenty of water to keep themselves hydrated. Or at least had one too many jello shots. Who's up for watching everyone's favorite misogynist spy who sleeps with every woman he sees?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron staggers in and drops down on the couch, not caring much that Jaye is currently sitting there and ending up on her feet. He's still wearing his sunglasses. And his player might cry if her computer freezes up again.

[fates_jaye]

"I've been taking Excederin," Jaye says, pointing at the bottle. "If this keeps up, I'll down it all and put myself out of my misery."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie pulled the blanket off his face and risked cracking one eye open to peer at the newcomer. "Hello," he rasped back. "Archie Kennedy. If we met at any point last night, safe to say I don't remember it."

[fates_jaye]

"Well- what?"

[fates_jaye]

"As long as the blowups aren't too loud," Jaye groans.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye totally doesn't care, either. "You too, huh?" she asks knowingly.