MCA #1 | Saturday Morning into Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

On Saturday morning, bright and early - like, so, so hatefully early - Annie ventured out to make good on a stupid promise she’d made. All right, it wasn’t a stupid promise, but it was one Annie was really regretting now, because she knew how bad it had looked when she’d left. So much glitter. So many spilled shots. She herself had straight-up poured beer on the floor at least once and had to actually replace a lightbulb. Who knew what had become of the various reindeer?

Plus, she knew there were almost certainly people in there who would need carbohydrates and coffee to get through this day, just like she would. So, Annie made her way into Rey’s apartment, laid out the assortment of bagels and donuts she’d picked up and set a pot of coffee on (caf was a mystery she would ask Rey about later, but she’d noticed the coffee in the pantry before she’d broken it.) Then, she made a few trips back up to her own apartment to grab her vacuum, that glitter thing Barry had made her (bless you, Barry), a case of water bottles, and a bunch of cleaning supplies.

By the time she was done, the coffee was too, and Annie still kind of wanted to die, but at least the people waking up here would have caffeine and water and carbs at their disposal.

[for those waking up here or kindly helping to clean! please hold for just a touch of OCD and we are good, ping at will!]

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Wake Up [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

Did you spend the night here? Perhaps in a racecar bed?

There is coffee, water, bagels, donuts, and plenty of aspirin to help you, all laid out on the bar top (which had been the first thing Annie cleaned.)

Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

If you’d like to stick around, or if you showed up later to help with this part. Grab a trashbag or a broom, clean up the copious spills, and mod your cleaning supplies at will.

There is also still so much alcohol. Take some home if you can stand the sight of it.

Sparkling Clean Apartment! [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

Eventually - like, well into the afternoon - the apartment was as clean as it had been before anyone had ever inflated a reindeer in it, with the added bonus of a couple of brand-new scented candles that Annie had lit, just to help add to how shiny and clean it was, and as a gift to Rey for letting her do this.

Plus it helped with the lingering beer smell. It was too cold to have the windows open for that long.

OOC [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

I live everyone in this bat, too. :D

This has been SO FUN, you guys.

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was going to be in the pantry for awhile, replacing a broken bulb up on a stepladder.

Yes, she still had her sunglasses on. It helped.

She was also kindly waiting to use the vacuum until everyone was at least awake, because she was a nice person, you're welcome.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[fates_jaye]

Jaye did in fact wake up in a racecar bed in last night's clothes with a Santa hat on the pillow.

When she finally trudged out she asked, "Whose apartment is this?"

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Rey's," Annie answered from where she was slumped inside a hoodie and clutching a cup of coffee for dear life. "She's not here right now."

Lucky.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[fates_jaye]

"...Which one is Rey?" She'd probably said the name on radio? Oh god she had to radio tomorrow, would she still be hungover. "Is there more coffee?"

If not she tip herself off the balcony instead of attempting stairs today.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[badassprodigy]

By this time the cheap Santa suit was pretty much done. And somehow the Santa beard was more of a white sweatband around Barry’s head.

On the plus side, he was the little spoon with Summer.

The major downside was the hangover he had because he was a lightweight and never had ever had that much to drink in his life.

His eyes weren’t even open when the memories of last night started flooding into Barry’s brain.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned. But very quietly.

But yes, that was his good morning to the world.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Shhhhhhh," Summer whispered, ironically probably louder than he had been, though not by much, into the sticky-damp spot where she had most definitely drooled on his neck at some point. "If she knows we're awake, she'll hear us."

She'd been sort-of awake for a while at this point, actually, and had spent the whole time very much pretending she wasn't.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[badassprodigy]

“Who will hear us?” Barry whispered back. “And why are you yelling at me?”

Oh. It hurt just to say that.

“Fuck.”

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Annie," Summer whispered back. "She'll make us clean.

"Also, I'm not yelling, I'm being, like, totally super quiet right now."

She was trying to be, anyway! But it was all kind of relative, wasn't it? Especially since it was not a particular large couch, so the distance between them was not very far anywhere, much less her mouth to his ear.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yes. And bagels." Because even Annie knew that people needed to soak it up with mild foods. "Rey's the brunette, like yay-high, had the sweater with the circles on it."

It was too hard to explain the circles were representative of a robot. Annie barely even got it herself.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

"There's coffee," Annie called softly, hearing that. "And aspirin."

She'd get to all the Santa stuff in a minute. For right now, she was hungover enough, herself, to be merciful.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[shutupandkillsomething]

Cade had literally no other place to crash, so here he was, on the floor of the lanai, shirtless, drenched in glitter and cuddling a light-up snowman.

"Where am I?"

Sadly, this was normally the first question Cade asked upon waking. Cade made poor choices.

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[grenadesandohana]

Steve'd had a designated walker, God, Danno, but he had been promised a chance to use the glitter cannon, so here he was looking a little worn around the eyes but otherwise surprisingly okay as he let himself back into the apartment at too-damn-early o'clock.

(He was hiding the hangover so hard. SO HARD.)

"Coffee! Non-eggnogged coffee!" he said as a small herd of clopping (so much clopping. Whhhhhhy the clopping) mini-horses cantered into the apartment with him, dropping marzipan.

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, I hate that," Annie greeted him, glaring at the horses. "Oh my God, I hate them. We have coffee and we have donuts and I want to die."

She totally had the glitter cannon for him, though, laid out proudly on the bar top. And she was hoping that Steve just didn't notice that the glitter in it perfectly matched what had been shot onto his lanai, whoops.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[fates_jaye]

"And which one are you?"

Did Jaye know anyone here?

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Annie." She pointed to the pile on the couch that for sure wasn't awake, adding, "And the redhead is Summer. I've been calling you I Never Girl in my head, but I swear I think I recognize your voice from radio, too."

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[grenadesandohana]

"Do you have Gatorade and ibuprofen, too?" Steve asked.

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Water and painkillers," Annie agreed, "but I didn't get Gatorade."

Because this was her first really bad hangover. She'd learn the tricks, eventually. "Rey has some kind of magic space coffee I could make, too."

She might get into the caf if things got desperate, just to see if it helped, too.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[badassprodigy]

Barry let a small groan of pain and annoyance. “I fucking hate gremlins,” he whispered. “My plan was to make fun of the drunk people. Not be a fucking idiot and then join a drinking game.”

So. Much. Punch.

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[badassprodigy]

Barry groaned and reluctantly sat up. “What I need is IV. And fluids,” he complained. “Though aspirin is a start.”

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

[somethingwithturquoise]

Eventually, Summer would make it to where the coffee was and she was going to cling to that coffee, and try desperately to keep from looking around as clarity descended with shocking revelation as to exactly what sort of insurmountable task they had ahead of them.

It was not working.

But at least they didn't, like, have to freeze time for, like, a whole month or something just to get it done before someone's parents came home!

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

[grenadesandohana]

"Magic space coffee?" Steve echoed hopefully.