Hugpile meme!

[voiceless_anon]

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.


~Rules!~ (shamelessly stolen from the sleepover meme)

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 snuggling up in the Rinzlerpile doesn't mean you can't also snuggle 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 katamari 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

Comments

[lunarwatch]

[Ah, so it wasn't that the chances of being visited were slim, it was the chance of not being busy. He mirrors his companion's posture, although his lean sets his back against the other armrest, legs stretched out across the couch.]

Oh, I think I'll have plenty of things to divide my attention from work as well. [That smile's a bit smug, Kip, if not a little sappy too. Eden's still on his mind.]

[tanks4thememory]

[Clu chuckles. That's definitely a smirky-grin there too, yup.]

So I've heard.

[lunarwatch]

[kicks the hacker's leg lightly with a sock-clad foot, then stretches out a bit more and scoots down to rest his head against the arm rest, sighing as he settles in.]

Meh. Not as comfy as my (hypothetical) couch.

[tanks4thememory]

[Clu just grins some more at the sock-clad kick and proceeds to make himself comfy.]

Yeah. Generally speaking, nothing beats something you've tweaked to your personal specifications. Though I'm generally able to get comfortable most anywhere.

Good thing, too, as I spent more than one rest-cycle curled up in a niche of Outlands-type terrain back in the day. Or in my tank control chair.

[lunarwatch]

[An eyebrow lifts, curious, as he folds arms over his chest and lolls his head sideways.]

What's a tank?

[No MCP invasion forces in his system, and he hasn't encountered the Grid's more notorious forms of transport yet.]

[tanks4thememory]

[That earns you a surprised look, Kip.]

'What's a-?' Man, you really are from as small system. Thought most every system at least had a few tanks in their security arsenal.

Anyway, easiest way to explain is probably just to show you, so... [Takes a moment to pick out several images of tanks, both his old one and in general, interior and exterior, and zips them into a datapacket, which he then pings across to Kip.

That's a tank. The older model pictured in the images is a customized model Flynn made for me, so that it could be piloted by just me and Bit; normally, it took a minimum crew of three back then to operate it effectively, though a typical tank crew was four programs: gunner, pilot, navigator, and comms. Modern tanks have cut the typical crew in half, though, and in a pinch, one program can do it all, though without specially modded controls, that takes practice.

[lunarwatch]

[Clu gets a wrinkled nose in response. It isn't Kip's fault his system was so well-adjusted. He catches the ping on his datapad, opens it up to read, and tries to stifle a scoff of laughter.]

Oh, these things. I think I saw one on display in a security archive once.

[Sorry Clu, but your tanks are really outdated material to Kip. The hassle of talking to a future!program. He drags up a memory file of his own, something sleek and deadly-looking and decidedly more mobile than a clunky tank, and shows the datapad to Clu.]

We used these things, and aeronautic seekers. Tanks and Recos just couldn't move fast enough, not at the speeds internet ports can run.