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[usedtoknow]

OMG IT'S A SLUMBER PARTY MEME.


You are in a vast room, vast enough so that what happens 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) sleeping surfaces you could ever want. Refreshments and entertainments provided by your dear friends at End of Line and Alan's popcorn machine. A movie screen or two. Stuffed animals (what is that one with all the tentacles anyway?). Your choice of sleepwear. Whatever else you'd take with you to a slumber party. And you get to share all of this with everyone else on the Grid.

Clearly this will be the best night EVER.

~Rules!~

When starting a thread, put what you're doing, who's involved, and any warnings in the subject line (e.g. 'Pillow fortress || OTA || tooth-rotting fluff'.) Also use the subject line in case a thread develops in such a way that new warnings are needed.

Within an open-to-all context, threadjacking and multiplayer threads are HIGHLY ENCOURAGED.~~ Threads locked to a few characters are allowed too.

Continuity is variable, and likely unique to each thread. What happens in-meme stays in-meme unless you want it to apply somewhere else, and falling asleep in the Rinzlerpile doesn't mean you can't also fall asleep in the Userpile somewhere else.

This meme is safe. Like, really safe. Highest level of physical harm that can happen in this area is shoving someone or getting whacked with a pillow; anyone who attempts harmful physical contact (including unwanted disc meddling, I'M LOOKIN' AT YOU, CLU~) is quantum-teleported out of reach before the harm can happen, ~as many times as it takes~ for the message to sink in, and everyone goes in fully aware of this. Viruses and glitches are contained in a hamster ball quantum sphere which suppresses their infectious capabilities; such spheres can merge with other spheres, and non-viruses can go in and out of them at will (and only perceive a mild static sensation if a virus tries to infect them).

Which makes this a good place to thread with folks your characters don't often get an IC chance to thread with.

No pressure. This meme isn't expiring any time soon. Feel free to take your time!

Of course common rp courtesy applies here -- no godmodding, be mindful of one anothers' comfort levels, warn as needed, ask if uncertain of something, etc. Which we all do because we're awesome.~~

Other than that, HAVE FUN! |D /turns off notifs and waits for the tide to roll in<3

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[krypticfactor]

Krypton couldn't have stopped his hips from thrusting against Kade's if he tried, and he wasn't even bothering to try. The feedback was pushing him higher and higher, the heated friction stringing out the sensations as Kade's energy merged with his own and intensified. Krypton's circuits were nearly solid purple now, mute evidence of desire. Needing to be rid of constricting fabric, he wrestled his jacket off and tossed it aside. Where it went, he neither knew nor cared.

Letting Kade guide him, Krypton's mouth inched up Kade's chest circuit, enjoying every muffled cry and moan he was evoking as he went. His own breathing was faster, interspersed with the occasional gasp whenever the sensations building between them made him conscious of nothing else.

Then Krypton leaned down and latched his mouth firmly onto one of the circular nodes at Kade's shoulders.

[annualprank]

Kade gasped, his eyes flying wide open as the electric pleasure raced through him, stronger than before, pushing him closer and closer to the inevitable edge. His fingers tensed on the back of Krypton's head, holding him in place as his body trembled, poised on the brink, circuits pulsing bright violet as the charge built higher.

"Users, Krypton, I'm... I'm gonna..." His words were panted, rough, as he held onto the last shred of his control.

Wanting to share the pleasure he was feeling, he tightened his leg around Krypton's hip, pulling him in closer, rocking desperately against him. He could feel an answering hardness throbbing against his own, as hidden, intimate circuits sparked and came to life from the friction and energy field surrounding them. Needing to touch, to feel more, he raked his free hand down Krypton's side and back, no longer caring about keeping his voice quiet, pushing his shirt up to trace and press against the delicate lines there.

[krypticfactor]

Krypton could feel Kade's body shaking under him, fingers tight in his hair, and smiled against Kade's shoulder even as the power thrumming between them made him feel breathless. "Kade," he murmured, the name coming out more like a moan. "Uhn . . . yeah, that's it, let go."

He ground down against Kade, every inch of him active and feeding back data to his overtaxed processor. Then Kade's hand slid under the thin black shirt he still wore, and Krypton arched against him with a cry that he muffled in Kade's neck. He was so close . . . it wouldn't take much to tip him over into overload, not with the heat and the energy exchange and the sheer feel of Kade under him.

Kade first. Krypton bent his head down to the shoulder node again, and scraped his teeth lightly over the bright violet circle.

[annualprank]

Kade could hear Krypton's voice urging him on, his body reacting to the energy building between them, the charge nearly unbearable. Panting, he held Krypton tighter, wanting to draw out the moment as long as he could, wanting to ride the edge for those last few nanos...

And then Krypton's teeth raked over his shoulder circuit, and he was gone. Eyes flashing bright violet-blue, he jerked and writhed under the other program, breath catching before releasing in a low, ragged moan. His fingers dug into Krypton's back, raking down his flaring circuits, feeling energy spark and build under his fingertips, reacting to his overload.

[krypticfactor]

If the feedback from Kade's overload hadn't shoved him over the peak, the feeling of Kade's fingers digging into sensitized circuits definitely would have. As it was, Krypton didn't know which it was and didn't care - all he was conscious of was the explosive wave of energy as overload slammed through him, amplified yet again by the echoes of Kade's. He cried out in ecstasy but didn't hear it, senses subordinate to the sheer feel of sharing energy like this.

Little by little, it ebbed, and Krypton found himself slumped over Kade with his head on Kade's shoulder and no intention of moving.

"Hey," he murmured, sated and content.

[annualprank]

Kade came back to full process out of a blissful haze, finding Krypton resting on top of him, their limbs still tangled, his hand still pressed against Krypton's bare skin on his back. "Hey..." he replied back with a smile, tilting his head to kiss Krypton's forehead. Carefully, he slid his hand out from under Krypton's shirt, then rested it lightly on his shoulder. He had no intention of moving any time soon, either. For all he cared, they could recharge right here in these pillows.

...though he still couldn't quite process the idea that they'd just interfaced, right here, where anyone could have walked by. He grinned and dipped his head, seeking out Krypton's lips for another quick kiss.

[krypticfactor]

Krypton made a protesting noise as Kade pulled his hand away from his skin, unwilling to have the close contact removed. True, his circuits were a little over-sensitive at the moment, but he still enjoyed the touch.

Turning his head, he met Kade's seeking lips, kissing back happily and smiling into it. He wasn't particularly bothered whether someone might have seen or heard them - no-one had interrupted them, and that was the important thing. "It's even better without clothes," he said quietly into Kade's ear, voice warm and amused.

Stretching out a hand that was only reluctantly responsive, Krypton pulled a nearby pillow into a more comfortable position for Kade to rest his head on. Their rather enthusiastic coupling had scattered a few cushions that had once been under them to the sides.

[annualprank]

"Mm, I'm sure," Kade replied, still riding the blissfully sated feeling after his overload. "Can't wait for you to show me," he murmured, fingers tracing light patterns over Krypton's back.

Shifting to rest his head on the pillow, he tugged Krypton more comfortably against him, having no intention of moving or letting him up any time soon. He was perfectly happy to recharge right here.

A faint movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he frowned momentarily at the interruption. Turning his head, he saw an actual Bit floating nearby. "Looks like we might have had an audience after all," he said, his grin returning, nudging Krypton's shoulder lightly.

"Yes!" the Bit replied happily.

[krypticfactor]

Krypton grudgingly moved his head so that he could see where Kade was looking, and he blinked in surprise at the sight of a Bit. Then, when it spoke, he was startled into a laugh.

"Enjoy the show, did you?" he asked.

He laughed again when it answered, "Yes!" once more, and it flipped black to neutral and attempted to dive-bomb him.

"Hey, easy!" Krypton said, ducking and feeling it just miss him.

"No," it chirped.

"We're about to be very boring," Krypton told it. "We were about to recharge."

The Bit seemed to consider this.

Rerezzing all the silly threads | Gibson does what he does best: creep.

[bostrumbeau]

Gibson has found a quiet spot under a side table where he can watch most of the goings on. He has stolen the bowl of pretzels and is crunching them as he scans the crowd.

(As much as he doesn't approve of Abraxas, the virus is in a hilarious predicament.)

Re: Rerezzing all the silly threads | Gibson does what he does best: creep.

[evolving_unaware]

Jalen's been happily occupied at the table, building an increasingly tall and intricate tower out of empty cups, when he notices movement from below him. He cranes down (waaaay down) to see what's going on down there and is utterly boggled to see Gibson, sitting crosslegged underneath the table and munching cheerfully on snacks.

"...Gibson? What in blazes are you doing down there?"

[bostrumbeau]

He keeps staring, but this time it's directed at the Arjian. "Just hanging out. Nothing really caught my attention when I walked in, so I figured me and the pretzels could have a nice chat." Gibson pops a pretzel into his mouth, chewing a few times before squinting at Jalen. "What are you doing up there?"

Pillowfort #2 (because Architect's gotta ... arc..arch...archi... something)

[listeningiso]

Building materials were scarce, but that wasn't going to stop him, he'd done more with less.

Or something like that.

In any case, there was another mostly-pillow fort over in one corner of the room, more of a tent, really, with walls and ceiling made of blankets pulled tight between the two walls, suspended from the ceiling to drape properly, but shored up here and there with cushions.

[bostrumbeau]

The ISO decided that this was probably worth climbing out from under his table for, and his decision proved true. What even is Abraxas doing? "Hey! Assbutt!" For some reason this seems like a better insult for Abraxas than 'bit brain'.

[evolving_unaware]

Jalen still looks baffled, though it's tempered with amusement now. How very...Gibson. "I was mostly just trying to entertain myself. I've always been awful at social functions. Besides, it's kind of fun to watch...every...one....." He trails off, struck stupid by the sight of Abraxas (not me that is not me oh Users what even) rolling about the room, picking up objects (and programs) as he goes.

[ja307020]

The yelling drew Tron's attention, though what did that even mean?

"Run!" he called, because nothing he'd tried so far was getting him off the containment ball. Whoever thought that design was a good idea was getting a disk in the face, too, if the growling at any indication.

[bostrumbeau]

After a few seconds, Gibson leans forward and tugs on Jalen's cloak. "If you come'n sit down here, I can share my pretzels with you. And you'll still get to watch people." He settles back under the table again. "No promises if you stay up there, though."

[evolving_unaware]

Jalen wants to protest that sitting on the floor is an absurd idea, but at least maybe there he'll be out of his double's Abraxas' line of sight. "...well, alright, then." He awkwardly crouches down to sit next to Gibson.

His attempt to cram himself under the table turns out to be less than successful. He manages to get half of himself underneath it, but when he tries to fold his entirely-too-long legs under himself he smacks his head on the bottom edge, bringing his entire carefully-constructed tower of empty cups cascading down on top of the two of them.

He sighs. It could have been worse, he thinks. At least they weren't full.

[bostrumbeau]

"Whoa!" He puts up a hand as some of the cups bounce past his face, but all in all they're harmless. Once settled back down, he chuckles and pats Jalen's back. "Nice to see you down here."

A slight shuffle has him settling off to one side, leaving a few inches more space for the taller ISO to sit. With a small gesture he offers the bowl of pretzels. "I gotta say, it's pretty cozy down here."

[bostrumbeau]

As if Gibson knew what it meant, or how he was going to solve the issue. That didn't stop him from getting ready to grab Tron, or to dart out of the way if needed. "I'm gonna figure out how to get you off that, all right?"

[evolving_unaware]

"...I guess it is, at that," Jalen accedes, eyetwitching at a yelp from someone across the room as they get picked up by Abraxas' ball. "This is the strangest party I have ever been to."

After that he gets quiet for a while, resisting the urge to bang his head against the table on purpose this time. He's terrible at small talk. "So, er...how's...life?"

[bostrumbeau]

Gibson spends a few seconds considering his answer around a mouthful of pretzel. When he swallows, he replies, "Weird. But at least I have some experimenting to do with new lightcycle patches." With a little gesture, he added, "I saw they've gotten 'em off-Grid now, but only Users can build those patches. I want to change that."

[evolving_unaware]

Jalen grins. "If any Program, ISO or Basic, can work out how to do it, it'd be you. I've got a few prospective projects going on out there myself...new roads, junction nodes for a new Sailer line. Of course the last junction tower got eaten by gridbugs, but I've got all kinds of ideas for reinforcements to make structures out there more resistant..." He goes on for a bit, smiling. It's been way too long since he's had a chance to talk shop with anyone.

He snags a pretzel too, eyeing it curiously before cautiously popping it into his mouth. "...huh. Imferesing," he says with his mouth half full.

[bostrumbeau]

The Bostrumite chuckles at the sight of Jalen munching on a pretzel, then looks out at the world beyond their protective table. "Man, this is awesome. Think of the team-ups we can do now. Between the two of us, there wouldn't be a place on the Grid you couldn't get to, one way or another."

[evolving_unaware]

Jalen swallows, and his smile widens. "Absolutely. I don't understand why we haven't worked together more before. And I should pick through your databanks in regards to increasing the energy capacity on lightjets for longer survey flights." He munches another pretzel.

Maybe this party's not a total loss after all!