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

[letsbebadguys]

[Mind some company before the medics come fussing, Drive? Too much emotional trauma and frustration and loneliness of late, so have an exhausted pair of programs sprawled in the blankets nearby. Britt's watching the party with lazy, half-shut eyes and Kato's curled up against him, getting some proper sleep for once.]

[updateit]

[He does not mind the company, but the same might not go for his Bits. Alpha and Beta are still feeling understandably protective of their program. For the moment, however, both of them remain where they are, Beta cuddled up to Drive and Alpha perched on a nearby pillow. Drive angles his head to glance at Britt and Kato, not recognizing the pair but too polite to disturb them with questions when they both look so exhausted.]

[letsbebadguys]

[Britt catches the glance and smiles slightly in a silent hello; he's not gonna risk waking Kato up either, even though the noise level in the room has already proven that would be quite a feat. He presses a finger to his lips - hush - and cards fingers gently through the Iso's black hair.]

[Of course, being quiet doesn't mean he can't still converse. Have a low-level whisper of binary, Drive, if you can parse it in your condition.]

~Name's Britt, comms. You?~

[updateit]

[Drive has spent ninety-five percent of his runtime living with and communicating with Bits, many of them not even his own. Binary is pretty much his second language even in his slightly discombobulated state. He watches the program run his fingers through the sleeping one's hair and nods: message understood loud and clear. He keeps his reply appropriately quiet, not wanting to disturb the other's slumber.]

~Drive, database. Usually. Temporarily pulled from active duty for medical reasons.~

[letsbebadguys]

[A light two-finger salute from Britt, greetings program.]

~Sorry to hear that.~ [He knows how frustrating being forcefully kept from doing your job can be.] ~Get better soon.~

[A quiet sigh and a shift to get more comfortable, tucking an arm around his sleeping friend. Then, a curious gesture at the Bits.] ~Yours?~

[updateit]

[Drive gives a one shouldered shrug in response, having the grace to look mildly embarrassed.]

~My fault. Let things get out of hand. Getting better now after scaring a friend pretty badly.~

[His expression melts into a fond smile as his eyes flick over to Alpha on the pillow, the only one he can actually see at present.] ~Yes. Budded from my code when I was less than a hundred cycles old to help with my work. Alpha is on the pillow, Beta is the one cuddling with me.~

[letsbebadguys]

[Britt smiles and nods, pinging at them gently. Don't want to disturb them too much, but he likes bits. They make good companions out in the field.]

/hello.

[Chuckles quietly and glances down at Kato]

~Since he can't introduce himself, this is Kato. DJ at the EoL.~

[updateit]

[Beta stirs with a grumpy mutter of "No." Strange non-bonded program pinging it; oh all the nerve! Drive reaches up to run a soothing finger over its facets, embarrassment seeping back into his expression.]

~Sorry. Beta's a little...selective about interacting with programs that aren't me.~

[Alpha has no such qualms, however, and chirps a cheerful "Yes!" in response to being pinged.

Drive shifts his gaze to Kato and quirks a brow slightly, humming to himself thoughtfully.]

~You don't say. I was friends with Guy-Man and Thomas on my native Grid but they were the only DJs there.~

[letsbebadguys]

[Have a follow-up apology ping, Beta. Britt was only being friendly.]

~I haven't met them yet. We were based elsewhere - and technically, we're still separated from each-other outside this room.~

[A quiet sigh; he's going to loathe walking out those doors once this party winds down.

Whoops, forgot that DJs are sensitive to pings though. Kato's stirring. Have a sleepy Iso yawning deeply. No masks being worn here; his eyes are green.]

[updateit]

[Beta rises from its comfy spot long enough to give Britt the Bit version of a Highly Indignant Glare at his continued pinging but quickly drops back to resume cuddling with its program. It does not have time to deal with you, program.]

~Sorry. I hope that changes for you soon.~

[Drive glances at Kato only to mimic his yawn -- seems yawns are just as contagious for programs as they are for Users.]

[letsbebadguys]

[Britt nods, then yawns himself - guess Drive was right about the infectiousness of yawns. He ruffles a hand in Kato's hair, earning a befuddled, squinty glare.]

You going back to sleep, or can I go get some refreshments?

[A moment of thought, then Kato shifts over, nestling down into a new position and leaving Britt free to obtain said refreshments.] Get me a mild blue, thanks. And some candy. [Him and his sweet tooth.]

[Britt sits up with a nod and glances at Drive.] You or your bitty buddies want anything, Drive?