33 Hangover - He Can Be His Own PSA [Action | Where you are!]

[hisnameisthecaptain]

[The Captain forgot to refill his random assortment of deadly pills sleep cocktail at work and now he had nothing to help him sleep. Still, enough alcohol should do the trick, right? Right?

Nope! The Captain gets himself nice and blacked out drunk and ends up getting himself into a new set in trouble. Luckily for you, you get to deal with it. Do you know why?

Because The Captain is at YOUR HOUSE!

Yes! Your house! He is also bare ☠☠☠☠ naked!*

You can catch him at one of the following.]


A)

[The Captain is in your living room!

Maybe he just walked in. Maybe your door is locked and he broke it! Either way you have a naked drunk may sprawled out awkwardly on your couch!]


B)

[The Captain is in your bathroom! Yes! Yours!

He might be sitting on the toilet or in the shower laid out and looking very uncomfortable. Muttering curses and other things not for young ears.]


C)

[The Captain is in your yard!

Is he stuck in your tree? How did he get up there!?

Is he just laid out on your lawn for all the world to see? How embarrassing for everyone!]


D)

[The Captain is in your bed!

Are you a light sleeper? He just stumbled into your room and is crawling under the covers with you!

Are you a deep sleeper? Be prepared for awkward spooning!]


((*OOC: If you wish The Captain can have boxers and/or pants. Maybe they are his own, maybe they are your not!dad's or even yours! Just put "Boxers!" or "Pants!" in the subject line with the option of your choice.

Choose one and enjoy!))

Comments

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Poorly, he'll mutter and struggle to stand as well but his legs aren't cooperating. If she tries to support his weight she'll just end up on the ground as well.]

You've got no... pants... your face!

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

[Now she's on the ground with a nearly naked guy on top of her. GREAT.]

Mister! Please listen to me! You are inebriated and you need help! And I can't -- [huff] -- move!

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

What the ☠☠☠☠ did you call me?...

... oh... sorry...

[Rolls off her and tries to get up. Once he has his feet under him he'll stumble.]

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

I called you "Mister." Because I don't know your name.

[Goes to grab him by the shirt sleeve and tugs him towards her house. Euphie's had more than enough of this, and he is going to come inside with her so he can sober up.]

That is it. You are coming with me now. You are not well, and I will not have you stumbling around the city in this condition.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

What condition? I'm fine!

[Stumbling the direction she drags him though. He's in no condition to fight back.]

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

You most certainly are not. You are going to stay here and sober up, and then I'll find you some clothes.

And then, sir, you will be on your way.

[Just going to drag him inside and sit him down on the couch. At least he's not laying on the ground showing off his underwear to the world anymore.]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

... I have clothes, at home.

[He mutters but he doesn't really have any self righteous anger to back it.]

Who the ☠☠☠☠ are you anyways?