Hello! Tis the Re again (owner of that confused user who thinks he belongs to 616!Clu) who has finally stopped dragging feet in regards to at least one of my OCs that I've made.

This is Twitch. S/he is a program that is part of a very large and stupidly complicated homebrew security system. For the most part s/he tends to be the designated scanner of hir suite and thus takes the entire 'let me be your confidant' to its fullest all in the name of knowing everything that is going on in the system and seeing any disturbing patterns. Then scurrying to someone who can bash heads in with that info to take out any threat brewing on the horizon. Also, Twitch does not believe in following binary gender, or more accurately is amused to see which gender others label hir with.

S/he'll be bouncing around and sticking hir nose into everyone's business cheerfully and with a smile, while also likely bothering any security that holds still long enough to be bothered. Oh right and Twitch also developed an odd fascination with user slang from movies that seem to be heavily about detectives and mobsters so that ends up in hir speech as well.

/scuttles on back out and goes to prep an actual intro post.

We all love our characters, even if we sometimes take a great deal of glee in dropping small mountains on them. Thus this meme, where they can hugpile and cuddle to their hearts' content.

You are in a vast room that seems somehow familiar to anyone who was around for the slumber party. Things that happen over here won't necessarily disturb what's happening over there, with a couple of semi-screened areas for semi-privacy and all the pillows and blankets and soft (or bouncy) surfaces you could ever want. Refreshments are available - energy drinks, Livian's candy, Roy's popcorn, and whatever else you'd like to dream up. There are even some cuddly toys left over from the slumber party and the octopus is still here.

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