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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

Comments

Rinzler: Pillow fight. (And general random.) OTA

[notglitching]

Rinzler's not really sure what he's doing here. Or why. Or what those programs are doing. No. Really. What. But at some point, somehow, someone had mentioned combat.

'Pillow Combat'. Or. Well. Fight. Whatever. It took relatively little effort to obtain a pair of the devices. There seemed to be more than a few programs—and glitches ISOs—stockpiling the things. Though they seemed even less suitable for construction than battle.

...no. Really. What were their functions?

Still. This was srs bizness combat. Or possibly a Game. (Same thing.) And the enforcer wouldn't lose. He just needed to... figure things out.

...Rinzler will just be... over here. Rumbling somewhat dubiously at these floppy things.

HAVE AT THEE!

[butterfly_fx]

It's not a slumber party without a pillow fight! And how many times in her life was Livian ever going to have a chance to get the drop on Rinzler? Answer? Never.

She chucked a pillow shaped like a ladybug at Rinzler's head as hard as she could and dove for cover in a pile of plushies, clutching her back-up pillow to her chest. Hopefully her bunny slippers would provide camouflage.

/o/!

[notglitching]

Motion flares in his periphery, and Rinzler spins around to a... 'thwap'. Something else you probably won't get to see that often, Livian. Rinzler's mask tilting down to the now grounded object.

He's still not sure what it is that hit him.

Still, that's hardly reason to hold off on retaliation. The program's fleeing (prey), diving towards a heap of... squishy. Objects. Rinzler sorts identification to second priority, and flings his first weapon in a flat arc towards the opponent. He's following right after as he readies the second.

[butterfly_fx]

Livian landed in the plushies with the grace of a falling brick, giggling madly since holy crap that worked. Not even the return pillow hitting her in the face was enough to stop her laughing, though she did bring her pillow up to defend against the inevitable follow-up attack, swinging as he approached to try and catch him before he thwapped her again.

[notglitching]

Rinzler's more than a little disappointed at the utter failure of his thrown weapon to rebound to his grip. It's like they're not designed for murdering people or something. Jeez.

Still, conclusion reached: these are the threats. Just. Very, very low level threats. Still. He won't lose.

So have a somewhat ridiculous dodge, Livian. Rinzler leaps above the swing, body curving in a flip to thwap down at his opponent as he passes. The grace of the motion is somewhat ruined by his landing, as the enforcer promptly disappears into the mound of plushies.

...Unstable terrain. Noted.

[butterfly_fx]

Livian fell forward with a squeak after getting clocked in the head, a few feathers sticking in her hair from the pillow. Was it even possible to lose a pillow fight? I mean, if you weren't the pillow?

"It is so on!" She called to her opponent, rolling over and grabbing a smaller plushie that looked like a jellyfish in her free hand to use as a ranged weapon. And.. didn't see Rinzler.

"Uh.. did you die?"

[notglitching]

All was quiet. Still. A hundred nanos. Two hundred. A quiet, sinister rumble.

And then the Sea (of plushies) parted.

Rinzler surfaced with a cascade of soft-toy collisions, a pair of cat-shaped beanbags weapons grasped in either hand. Bunnies, gridsharks, and ponies rained down around the dark figure, a squishy octopus draped with perfect balance over the top of his helmet. He turned. He found his target.

He struck.

[quorrious]

Time for Quorra to the rescue, it seemed. She'd been lurking hanging out over near the plushpile, just because they amused her so, and then there was a pillow fight, which made her initially dive for cover, before she realized that the girl with the pink hair had no idea what she was getting into.

As soon as Rinzler surfaced, Quorra lobbed a stuffed pillbug at him, keeping the second in reserve in case she needed it.

[notglitching]

Don't think he didn't see you, ISO. Because he totally did. He just. Didn't feel like dodging.

The pillbug smacks squarely into the back of the enforcer's mask, resulting in a somewhat erratic swivel as his hat octopus gets in the way. But target found. Target locked. Have an extremely large and oversized penguin flying your way. Followed by a kiwi bird.

[butterfly_fx]

Livian threw her jellyfish as soon as she registered the movement in the plushie pile, ducking down to grab another and using her larger pillow as a shield. One cat beanbag was deflected, and after the second bounced off her head it was promptly lobbed right back at Rinzler's head. Several ducks and a ghost plushie followed after the cat.

Nothing wrong with turtling!

[notglitching]

Nothing but cowardice, little... pink... program. But fine. Rinzler can deal with that.

The returning beanbag is caught, his other hand flinging a butterfly, piranha, and dog in turn. The enforcer grabs another cat-shaped weapon before diving back into the pile, only a mobile octopus visible as he inexorably flounders moves through the sea of stuffed objects. But. With purpose.

That's right, pink program thing. Have a wave of plushies as that cover destabilizes under you.

[butterfly_fx]

Livian shrieked as she tumbled into the sea of plushies, her already precarious balance completely thrown. She batted wildly around her with the pillow, laughing so hard she was gasping for breath. Octopus hat. She wished she had a camera.

Best. Pillowfight. Ever.

[threat_detected]

Hi Rinzler. See this big, glowing virus containment ball? Yeah, it's pretty much ignoring you, and your terrifying pillow threats.

Oh, are those plushies? Roll, roll, roll over here, and see that yes. Yes, those are plushies.

It actually takes some doing ( and Abraxas literally doing pseudo-somersaults inside his hamster ball ) to pick up as many of these things as possible. But they add such color!

[notglitching]

There are many things Rinzler can take. But being ignored? Never.

The enforcer turns with a low growl, swiping out for new weapons. Over a thousand cycles of deadly accuracy in perfect focus as he casts out, slinging one target, then the next, towards the least-filled gaps in your containment field. An octopus. A squid. A jellyfish. For some reason they keep having tentacles; isn't that weird?

He's sure this will stymy your goal. Somehow.

[threat_detected]

Direct hit! Or, well, hits, plural. Now Abraxas has even more plushies added to his collection.

One problem, though. Now, Abraxas' view is completely obscured. Between fluffy, fleexe blankets, pillows acquired from the ISO's pillow fort, Clu's 3D planetarium glasses, puppy!Ram, and now the squid, jellyfish, and octopus plushies, Abraxas can't see a thing.

...Which means he's rolling in your general direction, Rinzler.