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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

Comments

[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.