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[hearthethoughts]

Yesterday was a big day for Matt Parkman. He met Captain James T. Kirk, Mickey Mouse, shapeshifters, bouncers with tiny elephants, and not one, but two Ghostbusters along with a dead girl far too nice to be a zombie

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[not_that_anakin]

Matt might feel a presence near him. It's not that easy to sleep through thoughts and if he does sleep through it he'll find a hand on his shoulder, lightly shaking him awake.

"Hey. Hey! You okay? I don't think this is a very good place to fall asleep."

[hearthethoughts]

Matt stirs, muttering to himself.

"-Five more minutes mom."

He then turns away. Guy's hard to wake up.

[not_that_anakin]

Anakin walks over to bar and mutters to her. A can of shaving cream and a feather appear on Bar's surface and Anakin grins mischieviously. He sprays some shaving cream in the hand and then begins tickling the cop on the nose.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's hand goes up-

And the result is what's expected.

Matt is now very awake. And pissed. pissed is key, "-Who the fuck is going-what-who-where-"

[oldestcharmed1]

Ooh look it's a witch. NOt going to wake him at least not on purpose, instead she gets a blanket and covers him since he looks a little cold. Keeping nearby to make sure he is alright. He's not the first to fall asleep in the Bar and wont be the last.

[morbid_midweek]

Wednesday will never understand how people can sleep in the bar. She's well aware there are rooms upstairs, and she doesn't even have one.

Matt better hope he doesn't start snoring.

"Sir?"

[hearthethoughts]

Matt mutters something unintelligible. Does Wednesday speak early-morning gibberish?

[morbid_midweek]

No. No, she doesn't. This makes Wednesday frown.

"This isn't a good place to sleep." She attempts louder. "People might do things to you."

Yeah, like me.

[hearthethoughts]

"-What'll you do to me honey?"

Matt blinks sleeply. The synapses are connecting and-

Hmm.

"...This isn't home."

Astute observation Matthew.

[hero_jack]

Jack's walking in from the lake, blah blah emo OOM.

He grabs a beer, lights another Malboro (he's going through them so fast) and scans the bar.

Girl, girl, guy, girl, thing, not sure what that is--woah hey. That guy? This guy right here? Looks a lot like...nah.

Nontheless, Matt has a spinal surgeon staring up at him.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's prone to hearing thoughts see. Unlike a certain pilot.

Matt stirs. Depending on Jack's Angle, he might look more like a sleepy version of a certain pilot, and less like a police officer.

Groaning, Matt pulls himself into a sitting position and spots said surgeon.

Cue a quizzical eyebrowraise?

[hero_jack]

Cigarettes hurt when they fall out of your mouth and onto your hand. For future reference.

Jack winces, and curses under his breath and wishes he was a doctor--wait.

He sucks on the burn wound and puts the cigarette out, and moves foward to this guy. "You don't pilot airplanes by any chance?"

Whut. This is valid.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt's wearing a big shiny policebadge and a nice blue uniform. This is only slightly odd.

Then again, last night he was mistaken for a criminal named Leverett, so-

"...No?" Matt tilts his head, "-Sorry. I'm kinda scared to fly actually."

Pilot's a new one.

"You okay buddy?"