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tampered2008-02-27 02:18 pm
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Log; ONGOING
When; The morning of the 27th February, following this night before.
Rating; TBA
Characters; Ishida Mitsunari [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
afoxystrategy] and Sima Yi [anotherstrategy]
Summary; After a wild, drunken and uncharacteristically happy night out, two ill-tempered strategists in drag wake up. Oh dear.
Log;
As the first hints of wakefulness began to encroach on Sima Yi's sleep, a number of warning signs began to emerge. There was an unusual chill on his skin; there was slightly more background noise beginning to register than there should have been; a number of aches suggested that he had not gone to sleep on his bed; there was an unpleasant taste and dryness in his mouth; a horrible feeling of nausea was starting to make itself known; and he was half-slumped against something fairly warm.
However, what really ended up breaking his doze was a persistent tickle at his neck.
Still mostly asleep, he lifted a hand to bat whatever was causing it away, but missed, instead lightly knocking his hand on the something against his side.
Or rather, the someone.
In a rush, his mind snapped into awareness as the sudden realisation that he could not remember any of the how, or where, or whys hit. As if a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown on him, he jerked awake, and wide-eyed and utterly stunned, he discovered it to be none other than Ishida Mitsunari.
In smeared make-up, rather poor taste drag, and half a pink feather boa strewn across his shoulders.
His not-quite-fully-sober mind struggled to catch up with this turn of events, and so he simply stared in horror.
Rating; TBA
Characters; Ishida Mitsunari [
afoxystrategy] and Sima Yi [anotherstrategy]Summary; After a wild, drunken and uncharacteristically happy night out, two ill-tempered strategists in drag wake up. Oh dear.
Log;
As the first hints of wakefulness began to encroach on Sima Yi's sleep, a number of warning signs began to emerge. There was an unusual chill on his skin; there was slightly more background noise beginning to register than there should have been; a number of aches suggested that he had not gone to sleep on his bed; there was an unpleasant taste and dryness in his mouth; a horrible feeling of nausea was starting to make itself known; and he was half-slumped against something fairly warm.
However, what really ended up breaking his doze was a persistent tickle at his neck.
Still mostly asleep, he lifted a hand to bat whatever was causing it away, but missed, instead lightly knocking his hand on the something against his side.
Or rather, the someone.
In a rush, his mind snapped into awareness as the sudden realisation that he could not remember any of the how, or where, or whys hit. As if a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown on him, he jerked awake, and wide-eyed and utterly stunned, he discovered it to be none other than Ishida Mitsunari.
In smeared make-up, rather poor taste drag, and half a pink feather boa strewn across his shoulders.
His not-quite-fully-sober mind struggled to catch up with this turn of events, and so he simply stared in horror.