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Post by Professor Pattinson on Apr 30, 2011 11:40:16 GMT -6
William Pattinson woke slowly from a very very sound sleep. He drowsily turned his head to one side and opened one eye blinking several times before everything came into view, and a hazy one at that. His face had been squashed into a down comforter which had somehow made its way onto the floor along with Will who was at present entangled in its embrace.
The place was a disaster. Will smelled the faint sent of something burning. It wasn’t quite that faint he realised as his one eye followed the thin trails of smoke sluggishly rising from the leather chair very near him. It was then that he realised he could only see out of one eye because he had a pirate’s patch over the other eye. Ripping it off rather unceremoniously he tossed it over his head. This small movement seemed to take a lot of effort on his part so he continued to stay sprawled out over the floor and gave a small groan. His head was pounding with the worst headache ever.
((ooc: This was a rather terrible post and a boring title but at least I have posted and so breaking my writers block. Anyone and everyone please join in Wills’ stag party. And I didn't really know where they should be so I thought Hogsmeade is as good a place as any?))
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Post by Jason Cullen on Apr 30, 2011 12:19:28 GMT -6
Jason had somehow managed to stumble his way into a state of consciousness long enough to survey the scene around him and decide he wasn't quite awake enough to face cleaning up the mess they'd all made the night before. A small trickle of smoke even trailed up from a leather chair but Jason figured they'd sort it all out at some point, some point much later preferably. Yawning as wide as was humanly possible he stretched his arms above his head before realising it hurt to move, it hurt a lot at that. "Jesus, what did we do last night?" he grumbled in a state of confusion, fairly pointlessly too since all the other blokes seemed to be decidedly asleep scattered through the room. Then, frowning as he felt something itchy against half of his face he reached up and realised he was wearing a Phantom of the Opera-style half-mask. "What the actual fuck?" he murmured as he blearily looked at it before discarding it swiftly behind him, hearing the sound of it connecting with something, or most likely someone. Barely suppressing a cry of discomfort as he finally stumbled to his feet, ignoring the complaint of all his limbs as he did so, Jason aimed a swift 'accidental' kick at Oliver's leg (just because it was the perfect opportunity to do so) before gingerly wandering amongst the others and checking for any signs of life.
He heard a groan coming from a sprawled figure which he identified, after some moments of confusion, as Will. "Hey, hey dude, officially the best stag night ever," he enthused to Will, wincing at the sound of his voice. Despite the fact he was using 'hushed tones' his voice still sounded far too loud to him. "Well, at least I'm assuming so... I can't actually remember any of it but, y'know, that usually means it was fucking amazing. Can I get you anything... some clothes? A tub full of paracetamol? Another round of vodka?" Jason joked as he perched on the arm of the sofa.
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Post by Thomas Campbell on Apr 30, 2011 13:51:06 GMT -6
"No more vodka" Tom shuddered as he heard the dreaded 'v' word. Having never touched a drop of alcohol apart from the champagne at his doomed wedding, Thomas had trusted his brother, Oliver to provide him with non alcoholic drinks. A decision, in hindsight, he realised was a most ridiculous one. Pushing himself up to sitting, Tom looked down at himself with one eye open and shook his head slowly, any faster and it seemed to send the room spinning at an alarming rate. "Why am I wearing a tutu? And why does my mouth hurt?" he groaned, unsure as to why anyone would ever actually want to drink.
(ooc. Sorry he's not that great, he'll hopefully get better!)
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Post by Jason Cullen on May 1, 2011 16:59:46 GMT -6
His gaze lazily trailing over to a previously unidentified be-tutued figure, Jason's brow furrowed slightly, "No more vodka? There's always room for more vodka," he enthused before, upon realising who the speaker was, he stopped the enthusiastic suggestion of consuming more alcohol when he could see the man in question was likely to never touch a drop again. "See now you should view this as an important life lesson, Tommyboy. Never, and I mean never, trust your own brother to point you towards non-alcoholic drinks. Especially not if your brother happens to be Olly," Jason commented with a soft snort of amusement as he paused for a moment to lean down and not-so-lightly repeatedly prod Oliver in the shoulder as if to see whether he was sleeping or in fact comatose.
"Look man, I have no idea why you have a tutu on but I for one think it suits you, the pink really brings out the blue in your eyes, you know? I say keep it, I'm sure it would liven the dress code up a bit at the ol' wedding ceremony," he commented, turning to Will as though asking for confirmation of whether this was indeed so. "Now your mouth thing, I do know that, you're a lightweight and Olly was feeding you the most caustic drinks he could think of... with a little help from me. Yeah... listen... sorry about that," he shrugged casually. It wasn't really an apology but it was as close as Jason would ever come to apologising for anything; he actually feel sorry for Tom, almost.
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Post by Professor Pattinson on May 2, 2011 10:06:35 GMT -6
Will managed to push himself up to seated. “Please don’t mention the word vodka, I think my stomach can hear you, it might revolt,” he said slowly joking dryly with a half-sided cheeky smile. It hurt to make a full smile. It hurt to do anything.
Will rather ungracefully managed to stand up and untangle himself from the duvet. “I am wearing trousers,” he told Jason as if this qualified him as ‘wearing clothes’ which it did, he simply had no idea what he had done with his shirt, suit jacket, and shoes. He was vaguely aware that he was wearing a Stetson however. Will removed the hat and held it in one hand surveying it for a moment as he sat beside Jason as if this might give him a clue as to what had happened last night. Standing evidently was far too difficult for long periods of time.
“Tutu,” Will repeated and then looked up to see Tom in a tutu and began to chuckle. He touched his head with his hand as the laughter seemed to echo a bit. “Wedding, oh god! What, what time is it… where are we…” there was a strained bit of panic in his voice before he glanced at Tom’s loss of a tooth. He began to laugh again. “Tom you might want to look have a look in the mirror, and don’t worry we’ll sort it out,” he said through his laughter.
((ooc: Oh and Telle if you want maybe Tom could be another groomsmen?))
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Post by Professor Carlyle on May 2, 2011 14:59:07 GMT -6
Groaning slightly at the annoying twinging headache that seemed to come back with a vengeance every time he opened his eyes, David Carlyle very slowly cracked his eyes opened bit by bit to stop the harshness of the morning light suddenly blind him. Blindly feeling atop of his head he realised from the object's outline that he was wearing a fez and visibly frowned to himself - how had that got there and why was the more obvious question. Forcing himself to face the light he opened his eyes finally but all too soon he wished he'd stayed with his eyes closed because the first thing he saw was a very real, very burny fire currently merrily flickering atop the leather chair beside him. Clambering to his feet David spun around, ignoring the diziness and spots that clouded his vision as he did so, and yelled a loud 'ah ha!' of triumph as he spotted a vase of flowers. Grabbing it he chucked the contents, flowers and all but mostly water, over the fire and breathed a very audible sigh of relief as the flames died out.
Glancing over as if only spotting the others, David's gaze immediately jumped to the object in Will's hand. "Heeeeey a Stetson, Stetsons are cool, much like fezes" David enthused, throwing his arms in the air enthusiastically before lowering them very quickly as he realised too much movement kind of hurt a lot, "Oww, see now this is why I don't drink," David commented as a big flood of memories of last night came back to him in what he deemed a 'Chuck sees into The Intersect' moment. "I lit that fire in the hope of appeasing the god Imhotep with a sacrifice... and then passed out before I could do so... what made me think that was a good idea? And if you say vodka, Cullen, I will actually hit you," David commented with a fake glare at Jason.
((ooc: okay well he's fairly rubbish but David's there at least!))
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Post by Thomas Campbell on May 2, 2011 17:23:28 GMT -6
Nodding his head slowly in agreement, Tom scowled at the lump that was his unconscious brother, "Oliver and the word 'trust' in the same sentence without the word 'don't' before it? It's a novelty really" Tom spoke softly with a roughness to his voice, as if he'd smoked 100 cigarettes, which Oliver probably convinced him to do.
"Is he alive?" Tom nodded at Oliver, before feigning a sad look as he heard the rumbling snore of his brother, "Unfortunately" he deadpanned, even though his brother was a terrible person with no morals who had even stolen from him (even after all these years, Tom held a grudge that Oliver managed to take Maisy Wright from him when he was just 16) and the fact his ex-wife had told him she wouldnt have left had he been more like Oliver, Tom would never wish anything bad for his brother and still tried to protect him even though he was definitely the weaker of the two, it was what big brothers did.
"What do you mean 'we'll sort it out'?" Tom asked in a raised, panicky voice, reaching his hand up to touch his face he recoiled in horror as he realised he was missing a tooth. "MY TOOTH! WH-WHERE IS IT?!" he called out, his eyes wide like a frightened animals.
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Post by Professor Freeman on May 6, 2011 13:47:25 GMT -6
Geoff stumbled around the room, gracelessly tripping over someone's legs as he went. He put a hand to his face and realized that half of his beard was missing, and of course his glasses were long gone and he was practically blind in their absence. "Is someone cooking?" he asked, smelling smoke, before frowning as he heard Tom yell out. "Alright, ATTENTION BLURRY SHAPES!" he shouted while waving his hands at everyone, "We are going to rally, we are going to get where we need to go, and we are going to find Thomas a dentist, but first I will need my glasses."
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Post by Jason Cullen on May 15, 2011 13:41:09 GMT -6
"So I'm to assume you won't be drinking at the reception then?" Jason asked Will with an amused smirk, watching the other guy as he tried to stand up and fight off the duvet as he did so. "Yeah I meant more... you know an actual shirt, jacket of some description, some shoes maybe," he shrugged casually, "No worries, dude," he brushed it away with his hand as though it wouldn't matter if he turned up to the wedding half-naked with a Stetson perched on his head. He was sure Will's bride would love that. As he sat down beside him on the sofa Jason took the hat for a moment, looking at it before shoving it unceremoniously back to Will's head, "Suits ya sir, you should keep it," he assured him seriously.
"Relaaaaax, you're going to be fine, everything's going to be fine," he said in a drawling voice, putting his hands back behind his head and leaning back casually, until he realised he was only balancing precariously on the arm of the sofa and almost lost his balance. His arms sprawling out again as he managed to catch himself before he fell off it he reconsidered his previous comment, "Alright, maybe we all could do with some aspirin before we're anywhere near being fine-" he trailed off then as he looked to Tom and let out a snort at the thing, or rather lack of something, that Will pointed out. "Dude, you'll be alright, we'll get... it fixed... somehow, dentist, stat!" he announced loudly, clapping his hands together in a 'let's get to it' fashion. This was as far as he actually got with that plan though.
As two more people returned to consciousness he raised his hand for a high-five from David Carlyle with a grin, "Personally I think Imhotep is gonna be pretty pissed off since he didn't get his sacrifice, what we you gonna sacrifice anyway, virgins or-?" he asked good naturedly before turning to see another Professors stumble ungracefully towards them. "Heeey, Geoffman... Freeman I mean, I remember where your glasses are!" Jason announced, rather excitedly it had to be said, but then again he was just glad he remembered something at this point. "Hang on," he said to a squinting Geoff, managing to successfully get to the other side of the room without causing too much damage (except another 'accidental' kick to Olly's leg), where he grabbed the glasses from where they perched atop a bust; he'd decided at some point that night that Geoff's glasses would probably quite suit the statue. "Here," he said, handing them back to Geoff, "You're right though, we can do that, you know where we need to get Pattinson and what we need to do... and I know a dentist who owes me a favour, long story... I think, together, we might just be able to do this. But first, who needs a hangover cure?" he asked, spinning round to look at them, the miracle potion he swore by to get rid of hangovers already on his mind.
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Post by Oliver Campbell on May 18, 2011 0:38:44 GMT -6
Oliver rested completely motionless, his face pressed against the floor as he began sense the sunlight burning against his eyelids. As long as he kept his eyes screwed tightly shut, he could continue to tell himself that he'd had a lovely night that ended with a gorgeous dancer by the name of Brandi... of course, he'd have to fashion an explanation for why he kept hearing Jason Cullen's voice, but hey, he was an open-minded guy. He could work around that, if he had to. As Jason kicked him a final time, he was forced to roll over and peel his eyes open, finally, and had to fight the feeling of utter death that any kind of physical motion caused within him.
"Who's Ruth?" he mumbled while rubbing the side of his face, mishearing his brother's panicked exclamations. Oliver then noticed something... different... about Thomas, and gaped at him accordingly. "Uh, hey, bruv... do you feel as if something's missing there?" he asked sleepily while motioning vaguely in the mouth region.
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