cherryblooded: (sweat / please leave)
Cherryblod ([personal profile] cherryblooded) wrote in [community profile] crowspace2017-06-18 07:29 pm

Married In Vegas Meme



You wake up in a hotel room. You don't remember the previous night at all. In fact, you may not recognize the sight outside the hotel window. It doesn't matter where you were, because you're in Las Vegas now.

Also, you're sharing the bed with someone else. You may not recognize them. You probably don't. They may not be your preferred gender, or species. It doesn't matter, because you have matching rings on your fingers - or whatever you have that approximates a finger - that can mean only one thing.

You got married in Vegas.

Top-level with character and canon, all that jazz. This is more intended as a silly meme than as a shipping meme, but if you've got preferences for shipping you can list those too.
forgeabettertomorrow: (I don't really get it but...)

It is time for horrors

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-06-19 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Last night? Last night was truly legendary.]

[It had to have been, at least, for Darin to get so blackout drunk that he hardly remembers any of it.]

[Hazily, he rolls to his side...and falls out of the rather luxurious bed with a loud thud and a groan. He lays there in a daze as he tries to piece together the events from the night before...]

[He'd been on a hot streak at the tables. He remembered that part. He nods to himself as he recalls the stacks of chips he had been accumulating...oh that's right! He cashed out and went on a...well, clearly, it was some sort of spree. Alcohol, food, and from the looks of it, one of the finest penthouse suites on the strip were just some of the things he threw money at last night. Slowly, he stands and walks over to the large window overlooking the strip. The sun was just rising and he could see the desert glowing orange and yellow just beyond the casinos and restaurants...the mountains already lit up as they caught the sun and reflected it back towards the strip itself. He stretches and yawns, reaching back to scratch his bare ass. Hrm. He must have misplaced his pants at some point last night. Maybe he threw them out and bought some new ones? That sounds like something he'd do. He'll figure it out once the haze lifts from his mind.]


Man...last night must have been awesome...hope I still have some cash leftover for a big breakfast...
voicetested: (worrydetermined)

jesus fuckin christ

[personal profile] voicetested 2017-06-24 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alalia peels her eyes open and though she's barely even conscious enough to process emotions, one makes its way through piercingly, like sunlight splitting cloud cover on an overcast day: regret. Her vision is hazy and she can't bear to do anything more than squint through her eyelashes at her surroundings. Even that's too much for her though and Alalia makes a soft noise like a dying cat before squeezing them shut again and groping around with her dangling arms to try and get some sense of her surroundings.

Eventually, two things make themselves clear. One: she is half in, half out of a bed and dangling out of it, upside down, in the most undignified manner imaginable. The second is that she is hellaciously hungover. She feels like she's being beaten up underwater, with parts of her brain falling away like a wet cake.

It cannot be overstated enough how thoroughly regret is going to continue being a theme of this morning's events. ]


Please. [ her voice comes out in a raw, hoarse croak. ] Whichever God happens to be listening now. In your infinite wisdom and your immeasurable mercy, strike me down and bless me with the cold embrace of oblivion.

[ ... it's kind of impressive how expansive her vocabulary is when she's actively dying, huh. ]
forgeabettertomorrow: (Ehehehe well...)

I'm laughing so hard right now

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-06-27 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[If there was one thing Darin wasn't expecting when he regained consciousness, it was that his debauchery somehow roped in someone else. However, cash and booze combined with Darin's almost terrifying natural ability to make things go from bad to worse seems to have created what we shall dub a failure singularity: a cosmic event where poor decisions become the norm.]

[The drawback to the failure singularity is that when poor decisions are condensed into a single point, when the event passes, chaos theory tends to preside. Whatever happens next is anyone's guess.]

[Which is why, for no apparent reason, Darin is wandering over to the voice, grabbing the blanket, and tearing it off the bed to see just what the hell he slept next to last night.]
voicetested: (screaming)

[personal profile] voicetested 2017-07-14 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thankfully, perhaps, for everyone involved it seems that one of our idiots heroes idiots had managed to stagger to bed with something resembling modesty. When the covers come off, what's under there looks like the unholy fusion of a cheap Halloween princess costume and the entire continent's lifetime supply of sequins. Or what remains of it, anyway -- the costume (and the woman wearing it) both rather look like they've been in some kind of fight. Probably a sword fight, as utterly insane as that seems.

The sudden movement and noise drives another spike of pain into Alalia's head and she moans in protest before peeling her eyes open properly to see what's causing such a commotion. She's still upside down and it takes her a moment to process what she's seeing.

... ]


Mother of God--

[ That's all she manages to yelp in the instant before her fist tanks up and forward, right at him. She's aiming for his stomach but she's upside down, hungover and may actively be dying. The blow lands a little further south instead. Rest in fucking pieces, Darin Altway. ]
Edited 2017-07-14 22:20 (UTC)
forgeabettertomorrow: (You're my hope you're my everything)

[personal profile] forgeabettertomorrow 2017-07-14 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Darin crumples like a sack of hammers as his companion's strike connects. She definitely missed his stomach, and instead drove home her point, quite eloquently, into the man's balls. There's really no nice way to say that.]

[All of the air blows out of his body and curls into the fetal position, cradling himself and shielding himself for what he thought could be a second strike. When no such blow follows, Darin squeaks out a retort between gasps of precious air.]


S-See...the verbal reaction to it was right on the money...the physical one...? M-Maybe needs a little...work...

[Gods just take him now. If there wasn't a second strike incoming before he just guaranteed one would be on its way.]