savetheearth | 05. video, backdated to late friday night

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05. video, backdated to late friday night

[ The video being shot is alarmingly shaky. We're talking nigh-Cloverfield levels here. But it's still possible to make out what's going on, and it appears to be... some sort of ceremony? Yeah, definitely a ceremony. One that involves a certain lovestruck pair of extremely recognizable teenagers. Tavia Serket is wearing a wedding dress (over her t-shirt and jeans, natch) and she's hanging off Alan Hunter. Well, they're both kind of hanging off each other. It's a miracle they're managing to stay upright, really. ]

You may now kiss the bride.

[ The priest overseeing this awful ceremony looks rather... vacant as he blesses the newly wedded couple, who proceed to engage in some seriously sloppy makeouts.

Fortunately, the network isn't subjected to this for long -- offscreen, the person filming this event starts clapping and cheering, shaking the view even more, and as the new bride drunkenly tosses her bouquet everything is thrown for a loop. There's a loud CRASH as the guy filming trips over a gaudy pew in his attempt to make the catch and he's visible for a second before the phone hits the ground.

Yes, that was Walter Price. No, this couldn't get any more horrible. ]

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[ Hurrrrrghgrhrhghh.

Octavia's head hurts. All eight of her eyes hurt. All everything of her everythings hurt. There is nothing in her life except for the grim reminder of a night spent drinking too many pina coladas and gorging on candy.

That and the giant pile of stuff she apparently fell asleep on when she got back to their hotel room. Further bleary-eyed inspection reveals it as a pile of... Elvis outfits?

Jesus dick. Never again. ]

Alan? Wally?

[ She gets to her feet, stumbles slightly and then plops back down onto her butt with a little thud. STANDING ALSO HURTS. Maybe she can. Just sit down for a while and wish the morning away. ]

Guys?

Uuuuurngh.

[Alan is... hanging from the ceiling. In some kind of makeshift hammock of 3DMG and yet another Elvis outfit.

He's not actually hurting that much because cheaty titan metabolism. He just feels like he has not drunk a single drop of water in his entire life and also he wants to throw up and/or sleep forever. Also he can't remember a thing that happened last night.

Wait. Shit. Memory loss. Oh fuck did he turn into a titan Levi is going to kill him.

Somehow he manages to struggle himself free out of the hammock and drops on the floor with a loud thud followed by a loud "Fuck!"

After rubbing at his head for a moment he looks around groggily.]

What the fuck happened?

[ Walter isn't out there with the other two and is the last one to wake up. He's curled up in the bathtub, hugging a pillow and resting his head on a balled-up blanket, because that apparently made sense at some point last night.

He's pretty distressed when he get up, especially since he has no idea where his glasses are, and without them the entire world is a colorful blur. He fumbles for something to help him stand up and manages to turn the shower on, dousing himself in some ice-cold water.

After a high-pitched scream at the shock he manages to scramble to his feet and shut it off. He climbs out of the tub, clinging to the counter as he dizzily surveys the scenery he can make out. Which is basically nothing at all. ]

Am... am I in the right room?