The gym, Sunday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Good morning, slumber party participants! Brooke had not been extremely pleased to be woken up by the text from the people at JGOB demanding she come to the front door and get the food she'd ordered for breakfast, but it was set out and moddable for everyone who'd stayed overnight. And plenty of coffee. Lots and lots and lots of coffee.


[No OCD, but if you wan a wakeup, tah dah!]

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[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was still here, knowing she was going to have to do the cleanup. Luckily she wasn't hungover, just tired, and still downing coffee.


[Sleeping now, but around in the am!]

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf awoke with a vague memory of how he got to the gym. When he discovered what he was wearing (http://www.sleepyheads.com/Hello_Kitty_Comfort_and_Joy_Blue_Tank_and_Pant) he could help but be horrified.

Just wait till he notices that his nails are buffed and polished and that his long hair is now very lustrous, silky and smelled like lilacs.

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah was exhausted, hungover and wanted to do nothing more than to go crawl into her bed and sleep.

However, she wasn't about to leave until the cleanup had been completed -- and there was no way she would bail on it.

So, here she was, downing coffee.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack grabbed a few things to eat before sitting back down, being all lazy on a Sunday morning. He'd actually welcome the company this morning.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton was curled up in a corner, half asleep and half just plain miserable. She wasn't looking to be doing anything very soon.

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Evidently, Angela had managed to tear herself away from Hannibal at some point, since she approached Savannah with an effusive, "Oh thank God coffee."

[intraspective]

Ino was still half asleep, and not really moving that much under her blankets, just enough so that sleepy blue eyes could peek over the edge of her blanket.

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Hinata, who was quietly reading, had to admit that it hadn't been so bad, sleeping over with a lot of people in the room.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ever since going to Soul Society Ichigo would wake up and instantly be fully awake. Which was exactly what happened this morning as he started from a dream. He blinked at the light in the gym and started to sit up in his sleeping bag, only to stop when he noticed the girl beside him.

When did she get there? He hadn't gotten drunk, right? No, that would have required drinking.

[intraspective]

Ino had been drinking, but she wouldn't say she'd gotten really drunk. She blinked and curled up closer to him without really thinking about it.

"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He wriggled his arm free from the sleeping bag to see the time, then stopped and smirked. "You just lost."

[intraspective]

Ino just buried her head under her pillow.

Give her a few minutes. She's still half asleep!

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

No, no. He'd won. He smirked and patted her had. He'd won. Somehow that put him in a good mood.

[intraspective]

She burrowed more firmly into her sleeping bag.

And blinked at getting patted.

Um.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Shut up, he was in a good mood. He finally did sit up and leaned against the wall as he waited for her to be more awake.

[intraspective]

It took her five minutes or so before she blinked, and what he'd said made sense.

"I did not!" she said indignantly.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

He just smirked cause she talked again and he so won.

[intraspective]

She kicked him.

Yes, she was still in her sleeping bag.

It was a good attempt though.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Lost, he mouthed and then cracked up because she was a flailing pile of blankets and there really wasn't much to worry about.

[intraspective]

She hated him.

See how she rolled away from him and radiated 'I'm not talking to you' at him.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Awwwww, but that was boring. He'd just poke her shoulder until she did talk to him.

[intraspective]

She wriggled further away from him.

Hmph.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Not far enough. Maybe if he poked the back of her head.

[intraspective]

And maybe he'd get her trying to scratch his hand with her nails.

Grumpy Ino was Grumpy.

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah smiled and nodded. "Oh yes. The coffee gods are my new favorites."


[[OOC: SP due to pain meds for the messed up back]]