http://j-y-d.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] j-y-d.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2011-04-01 08:46 pm (UTC)

[Warning: contains explicit lyrics]

Ok, waking up naked.
Normal.
Waking up covered in sticky fluids?
Also not that uncommon when Julie brought larger groups of girls home than normal, so... also nothing that startling. This isn't the, err, typical sticky, but its not the worst either.
Kain, Jack, Julie, Sarah, Eb, Max... their voices weren't in his head anymore through their totembond. Not good... but that's happened before too.
This other voice in his head? Huh...
Chosen to save the world from inhuman monstrosities, and he was part of the last line of defense? - starting with waking up naked and sticky?
Huh, typical Friday morning.

But... where was Truck Stop? Clothes? Fuck clothes... or without them, as it were. He does not care about modesty, never has. But HIS weapon? Oh fuck no. That he needs.

And then there's... screams, banging around.

Oh yeah, for some people, this probably sucks. Confusion, fear, backlash.

And some of them might be naked women.

Ok, between those factors, a little column A, probably some column B, Chase goes walking... the wrong direction. He'll get to this meeting of the minds thing later. Right now, he needs to play slightly tarnished white knight and help get some confused, probably scared naked people going the right direction, maybe assure people that, despite all indications otherwise, it'll be ok.

First things first.

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