Hangover the Rainbow

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She seems to be staring rather intently at nothing. Sheets of color shiver up around her like heat waves, shifting in tone and hue as they twist away into the dark. She's sitting in the middle of her collection o' crap, which is far more noticeable than usual, considering it is all glowing various shades of blue. Little painless sparks of color leap between piles of bottle caps and bicycle spokes.

What is Cy doing? She has no idea. Mostly she is trying not to fall over. Why is she doing this? Because Crowley apparently enjoys drugging my characters.

She wobbles, mutters something, and sneezes; one of the junk piles flares multiple colors and blasts apart in an avalanche of refuse, tiny birds, and glowing white moths.]

Comments

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Apep! [Rubbing her head against you, Ianto, cheeks, ears, up to the crown of her head, and probably shedding epically in the process]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...he's going to have to get the fur out of his suit now. :(] Not quite sure who that is.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

He's new. Quetzacoatl! I should give him feathers. Can I do that? [Sneeze--the tortoise turns back into junk]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I expect you'd know better than me. [He looks considerate for a moment then puts her carefully back on the ground.] Will you stay there if I go for a moment?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Should I stay or should I go now? [Falls over and starts purring]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I never took you for a Clash fan. [He gives her an amused look, before deciding she isn't really capable of going that far in her present state and drops from the Plane. When he returns he's holding a bowl of water which he places in front of her.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. A bowl. Keeps laying there and purring in fits and starts.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He rolls his eyes, pushing the bowl closer to her.] Cy. You're probably going to end up with a hangover anyway, but if you want to make it slightly more bearable then at least get yourself hydrated.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I am not a hydra. Hydrant. Hi-ho.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...do you want a headache?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I want a bath. [Tries to climb into the bowl]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Steadies it, using his other hand to keep her from climbing in.] You can have a bath after you've had a drink.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Sticks her face in the bowl]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...are you actually drinking that?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Bubbles]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You aren't having a bath until you've finished it.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Comes up for air, her whole face soaked.] You! ...I forgot what I was going to say.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You were drinking. [Taps the bowl.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I told you, I got sticky!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

And I'll get you bathwater as soon as you've drank this.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Oh fine. She is trying rather clumsily to drink now.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He holds the bowl so it doesn't tip over.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Still manages to splash a lot of it around]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Well, she is drunk... he takes the bowl off her when it's empty and drops again. This time he returns with a washing up bowl of warm soap water, which he proceeds to dump Cy in.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

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