37. Where the hell am I? Part 2- St Patrick's Day Edition

[tastefulsilence]

[[All words are scribbled and wobbly due to Dwayne being drunk and hungover]]

*bleary blink, twitch, glances around groggily*

Wha-? Green stuff? Am... greenhouse?
*blinks again*

Paul?

PAuL?

[[Private, 40% hackable due to drunkeness, smallest words are only hackable to Paul if he tries]]

*depressed sigh* He left me. I know he did. Why else am I here

Comments

[80smusicforever]

*in his own room, yawns and rolls over, staring dizzily at the ceiling for a long moment, eventually he realizes he is laying on his journal, the corner digging into his side, he snickers and yawns, still hungover and actually enjoying the dizzy state he's in*

*eventually remembers why he passed out leafing through the journal and paws through a few pages, staring blankly at Dwayne's writing for a long moment*

"WHAT?!?"*growls and staggers out of bed, glad he had passed out still mostly dressed, he winces and puts a hand to his head at the sudden spike of pain from his headache

[tastefulsilence]

*wakes up, still slightly drunk but now more buzzed and tipsy*

Where-?

*glances around closely*
.... Fuck.
*sigh*

Paul's gonna kill me. *flops back on moss with depressed sigh* Maybe it would be a good thing.

[80smusicforever]

*trips over something, curses at it and staggers into some kind of thorny plant* "Sonofa-- Ow, FUCK

[tastefulsilence]

*muffled grunt, rolls over with a quiet whine of pain, his head hurt and something was kicking him. Apparently*

G'way. Wanna s'eep.

*nose crinkles*
*scratches at bare stomach absently and accidentally draws blood, murmurs plaintively but is too tired to open eyes, sniffles and ponders that he smells Paul*

Pa'l? Wh- I though' you hated me....

*is still too tipsy to censor himself or care overly much*

Private

[sanctus_memoria]

Pro..fessor?

Did you have a seizure?

Re: Private

[tastefulsilence]

n'... Wha-? S'iz're? No. Gr'n Whiskey.

Re: Private

[sanctus_memoria]

You sound like you've had a stroke, sir...

Re: Private

[tastefulsilence]

Nu. I are drunk!!!

[bobthewizard]

*stares* ..You're maudlin and drunk. Likely you won't remember writing that in the morning. Not that my opinion matters in the slightest.

*meanwhile, pacing the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Marco shivers in the cold wind; for some reason none of his usual gates or windows are open tonight and he hasn't been able to get back into the castle....*

*..though his curious nature has gotten him in trouble there before, he doesn't really remember or care, and the cold scent of one of the school people intrigues him enough to pace carefully down among the enormous, twisted trees*

[[Strike somewhat legible if Dwayne is feeling lucid at the moment.]]

[tastefulsilence]

*muttered grunt, starts awake and stares blankly at journal laying open on chest*

.... *manages to decipher writing*

.... Your opinion does matter.... If it didn't I wouldn't feel so much like shi' for what I did. Fuck if I know why I care, but I do.

*depressed sigh, rolls over on his side and feels the beginnings of a hangover headache, groans pitifully*

Filtered to Dwayne

[bobthewizard]

*sighs; lord save him from maudlin vampires*

*stares down at the journal, brooding over what to answer*

*in the meantime, Marco, the pads of his paws caked with ice, is still stumbling in Dwayne's direction but rapidly becoming to chilled to sense him*

Re: Filtered to Bob

[tastefulsilence]

*sad sigh, rolls over and blinks up at the canopy of leaves, starts absently singing a random drinking song to distract himself*

[Is somewhere in the grounds on her way to Hagrid]

[catlovingwitch]

*Hears a loud "Paul" while walking to Hagrid's to have tea, turns in the direction of the voice*

...?

Re: [Is somewhere in the grounds on her way to Hagrid]

[tastefulsilence]

*quiet growl, tired grunt, rolls over and falls asleep*

[[This is pure journal unless you hacked the post and know where he could be]]