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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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[ourseparateways]

Sam glanced back from the screen for a moment, only to be rewarded by Master Chief taking a hit from a fuel rod gun and dying on impact. "Ahhh man!" He sighed. "Yeah, it's a war. Users versus aliens. It's supposed to be set in the future, where there's these genetically modified Users called Spartans..."

The game started up again and he trailed off, sucked back into it.

[disc_warrior]

The voice caused a memory to flicker through Lizor's processes. Sam Flynn. He had met this User not long after he had shown up on the Grid since this mess with the Portal. A bit awkward, but the warrior didn't have any harsh feelings towards the User. What had happened happened. It had been a matter of survival due to the fact they had little choice.

Besides, Lizor was actually in a good mood at the moment - and he had some good energy in his systems too. He listened with a nod - sliding a hand along the back of couch he reverted his staff back to a baton while slowly moving around to the front. He didn't disrupt Sam, rather he sat beside him and listened closely with a mild frown of curiousity as he mulled over what the 'game' was about. Modified Users fighting...aliens?

Sipping at his drink - he made a mental note to ask Aadi to help him see what this whole video game thing was at some point. Maybe they both could try it for fun.

The sounds he was hearing was unlike any weapons he had heard before. It wasn't the electronic buzzing hum of a disc...or the sounds of baton combat. The closest he could compare it to was energy weapons on a Light Jet...or even more so - the offensive output from a tank. The ra-ta-ta-ta-tat staccato type explosive noises were new though. He didn't interrupt the User from playing however, too polite to disrupt a round. As an ex-gamer himself, he knew to not interfere with a Game in progress.

[ourseparateways]

Sam was a bit too preoccupied to really pay Lizor much attention, though in the brief glance he'd given him he had recognized the guy. Slightly awkward, but hey, whatever, he didn't seem to have any hard feelings.

He'd blasted through a section of the game and was about to say something when there was a sound in the game and his health bar flashed red. "Invisible Elites! Damn."

[disc_warrior]

Lizor was listening with eyes nearly slitted shut when he heard the User's exclamation. He tilted his head slightly.

"Invisible? Hrmm....that is a dishonorable way to fight." He offered his opinion with a slight furrow to his brows.

[ourseparateways]

Sam sighed as the game restarted, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, try telling that to him. These guys always sneak up on me."

[disc_warrior]

"Are you able to communicate with your opponents in this 'game'?" Lizor asked suddenly, taking the User's statement rather literal. Perhaps he could assist in some way.

"Also, do you have any effective scans that can be utilized to pick up your opponent's location? Or even better - a stealth mechanism so you can play on their level." The program knew enough that the game was obviously not played Live in the room - however the warrior just didn't understand that it was verses a CPU that wasn't an actual sentient entity.

[ourseparateways]

He rubbed the back of his head, slightly amused. Of course, he didn't want to come off as condescending, so he just shrugged his shoulders and tried to think of a decent way to explain.

"No, you don't talk to them. They're not...actual people or anything," he tried to explain.

[disc_warrior]

Lizor was quiet a moment while he puzzled over that for a few moments with a small frown of confusion. No he wasn't offended. Just curious. They weren't actual people on a vidscreen interface? It came to him then. "Like a training simulation?" he mused. "At the arena there are training rooms where you can utilize training simulations for various forms of combat, games or simply target practice." Though those were actually played and not done so sitting and staring at a screen.

[ourseparateways]

"A bit like that, yeah." Sam nodded. "Except there's not much movement involved. There's a handheld controller that...well...controls your guy."

[disc_warrior]

Lizor tilted his head, turning his face towards Sam's voice with a bemused smirk.

"A....controller? To remotely operate your ah...player?" Now that was a bizzare concept. It almost made him laugh. He quietly blamed it on the energy he drank."Well I understood that these games were played on a vidscreen interface....I just did not realize...." he trailed off a little.

"Are all User games this way? Where you sit and use a....a controller?" He was very curious and highly amused.

[ourseparateways]

"Yeah, there you go." Now he was getting it. Sam was quietly relieved he didn't have to try and go through and explain it again. Translating things to something programs could understand was difficult at times.

"Well, some User games. These kind are. They're called video games." He laughed at the program's amusement. "If you hold out your hands, I can give you a controller."

[disc_warrior]

Lizor nodded with a soft 'hn' - pleased that he understood correctly. Though the entire concept was so bizarre!

"Ah...video games." Lizor echoed the term, still somewhat amused, his mouth quirking a bit at the sound of Sam laughing. At the offer to show him a controller, Lizor obliged - holding out his hands palms up in almost the same manner one would receive a weapon.

"What other types of User games are there?" He asked with interest.