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Tweak says, "THE prom, it's THE prom!"

Leia Organa Solo (yourhighnessnes) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-01-24 01:10:00

Entry tags:

jim hopper, leia organa

WHO: Leia Organa & Jim Hopper
WHAT: Tethering plot hijinks!
WHERE: Hopper’s home.
WHEN: During the plot week.

Leia’s routines had changed more recently, and since Christmas, she hadn’t always woken up alone these days - that had been pleasant enough, so it was less of a shock, to drowsily return to wakefulness with the sense that there was someone else there, in the bed with her. If things had been different, her shock might’ve set in sooner. A lifting grogginess took a moment or two for it all to set in- but there was rather a lot about this situation, that was so very different than it should be than were she waking in her own bed, here in Starklandia. Her senses informed her of this as they became less dulled by drowsiness, the room around her, the difference of the bed, even the smell of the room - none of these were normal for her own, quite familiar room.

As the shock of realisation jolted her into complete wakefulness, Leia sat up suddenly, darting gaze taking in her surroundings, her bewilderment complete as she practically leapt out of bed without any mind to the other person sharing it trying to get some distance between herself - and the other person occupying it, while her brain caught up in trying, and failing to explain how on earth she got- into this room without remembering how. But she didn’t even get to the other side of the room before feeling a sharp, painful tug around her middle, like an invisible force was holding holding her in place, forcing her to maintain only a certain amount of distance.

“What the kriff is going on?” She blurted angrily, defensive, of course. "I don't even remember how I got here." Keeping what distance she could from the bed, finally taking the time to acknowledge the other person currently stuck in this situation with her, hazel eyes practically blazing for confusion and annoyance; not that he was at fault, but this ..wasn’t where she’d gone to sleep.

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icancoveritup
2020-01-31 02:01 am UTC (link)

"Good plan." Hopper really hoped she didn't have an issue with cigarette smoke and alcohol, because he needed both. The sooner he could get them in his system, the better. And maybe a couple donuts too.

"Let's get dressed." He was wearing boxers and a T-shirt. At least he didn't sleep in the nude. "Obviously, I'll go first. Then we'll go to your place, I guess." Since it didn't seem like she could just leave on her own. He had to go with her.

"Seems like a good time to test the door theory. See if you can go to the other side, and close it?" he suggested. he was pretty sure that's what she was going for. He didn't particularly need the privacy to get dressed, but she might.

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yourhighnessnes
2020-01-31 11:41 am UTC (link)

“That’s the idea-” Leia voiced, feeling somewhat annoyed by how casual Hopper seemed to be about all this? Wasn’t it ridiculous. But she supposed at least they’d reached a state in which there were some solution on the horizon. With any hope, there was anyway.

She was going to encourage him to go find whatever he wanted to wear first? But, this was fine too, really she supposed she’d rather find out sooner than later that this wasn’t going to work, and that they were going to have to find some other solution to finding privacy. Leia didn’t really care what his prerogative was, but as far as she was concerned, the ability to close a door between them? If nothing else, it might just be a saving grace.

Leia moved toward the bedroom door, still keeping a wary eye on the fact she was being followed, because - no one wanted that painful shock of being pulled back together. Once she walked out the door and yanked it shut, it closed without trouble, and she took a moment to sigh a breath of relief, before opening it again, and peering in. “Well, that’s something, right?” Almost a reason to be slightly more positive. “So what’d you need?” She prompted, clearly trying to hurry him toward whatever clothing he wanted to collect first.

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