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

[voiceless_anon]

[Y, clearly, because Anon's Bit-skritching skills are being put to good use petting the K-9.]

Hey, Kerberos. Want to play catch?

['Catch' is good training for the dogs' location and retrieval skills . . . although it's safest to keep Bits away from them.]

[neonjungle]

[Kerberos enthusiastically shoves its head into Anon's hands, eagerly leaning into the skritching. It may or may not have just accidentally whacked Anon in the helmet with one of its paws while trying to get even closer to the wonderful fingers scratching behind its ears. Sorry, boss.

At the mention of Catch, however, the blue K-9 rolls off the Security co-chief and jumps to its feet, hopping back and forth in place. Yes! Catch! Good!]

[voiceless_anon]

[And there is another good reason to wear the helmet.]

[chuckles] Okay, let's play.

[He digs out a ball that just happens to be conveniently next to the pillow he's lying on, and sits up.

See that ball, Ker? It's going waaaaaaaay over there.]

[neonjungle]

[BALL BALL BALL BALL BALL YES YOU THREW THE BALL!

Kerberos waits just long enough to track the ball's trajectory before darting after it in an explosion of pure speed. The K-9's long legs allows it to soar over the variety of obstacles in its path -- tables, cushions, programs, and it takes it no time at all to find the ball. Rooting around in a pile of cushions it emerges victorious and trots back over to Anon, dropping the ball in his lap and waiting for him to throw it again.]

[voiceless_anon]

[Anon chuckles and throws the ball in a different direction this time, smiling at how happy the K-9 is. The dogs are going to be very useful once they get them on the normal Grid.]

[neonjungle]

[OH USERS YOU THREW IT AGAIN. BEST SECURITY CHIEF IS BEST.

Once again Kerberos tracks the trajectory before running after the ball in gleeful abandon that quickly turns into bafflement when it loses track of it. The K-9 slows to a walk, head cocked first one way, then another as it deploys its sensors to find it again. Zeroing in on the ball's signature Kerberos dives into another pile of cushions and again digs out the ball, holding its head up proudly as it lopes back to Anon. See? It can find the ball, even when it is hidden!]

[voiceless_anon]

Good K-9.

[Anon takes the ball and rewards Kerberos with more ear-scratches.

[This time, he throws the ball towards the bouncy floor section. It'll be interesting to see what the dog makes of the variable surface.]

[neonjungle]

[Kerberos happily crouches down to give Anon access to just the right spot. It would have gladly stayed like that, too, if the ball had not been thrown again. Predictably it abandons Anon to chase after its favorite toy. BALL BALL BALL BALL BAWHOA WHAT IS THAT?!

The K-9 stumbles when the solid floor suddenly turns into a springboard beneath its feet. It picks itself up and stands there for a moment in confusion, analyzing the situation and cautiously prodding at the floor with its nose before taking a couple steps, gaining confidence when it does not fall again. The ground is not as stable as it is use to, but it can still walk. Good. Now where did that ball get off to? Ah-ha! There it is!

Fetching the ball Kerberos once again returns to Anon and deposits the -- wait, that is not the ball. That's...Gamma. Well, it tried. One miss out of three isn't bad, right?]

[voiceless_anon]

[As soon as Kerberos drops Gamma, the stunned Bit recovers itself and squeaks "No!" at the K-9. Anon calls Gamma to him hastily, petting it to sooth its ire and prevent it dive-bombing the hapless K-9. Anon fixes his eye on the dog and makes an internal memo to have the identification parameters checked on all three.]

Well, go on. Bring the ball back.

[It's a good thing that they're only programmed to chase balls when Security throws them, otherwise they would be the most easily distracted hunt-and-search programs ever.]

What where you doing over there, Gamma?

[Gamma only chirps "Yes," at him, and Anon sighs. He's still smiling, though.]

[neonjungle]

[Kerberos makes a low electronic huffing sound and eyes Gamma, looking very much unimpressed with the Bit's short lived tantrum. The K-9 then turns and trots off again to find the ball on Anon's order. It does not stumble this time when it steps out onto the trampoline-like floor, heading for the spot where it thinks the ball should be. Nosing through the pillows for a few minutes it finally unearths the missing object and, after making sure that it is not a Bit this time, picks it up and brings it back to Anon.

See? It can find the ball perfectly fine. That thing with Gamma was just a test to see if you could tell the difference between a Bit and a ball. Honestly.]