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

In some random corner ll OTA ll No Warnings currently

[confusedloyalty]

[He had no idea why he was here, and facing a room full of so many non orange and red circuits has made him a bit more skittish then normal. So of course the answer to that is just to find a corner relatively unnoticed by the rest, and stock pile enough of the soft projectiles in easy reach as a just in case. There was even a debate to change from the orange he had taken to a more neutral color as well to keep attention at bay.

Nah, he has a feeling if someone bothers him they'd do so anyways regardless of his circuit color.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Hello Compiler. Don't look for logic, here, just enjoy Clu putting an arm around your shoulders.

Don't ask ]

Scared of the User-loyalists, kiddo?

[confusedloyalty]

[There is never any logic when these two interact. He doesn't even really take his eyes off of the rest of the room all that long to note who it is.]

Just wary and knowing of how tricky they can be when your guard is down Admin.

[That inching closer is clearly just safety precaution because you're hiding his disk from the rest of them. That's his excuse]

[perfectringofscars]

[ D'aww. Don't worry you can hide under Clu's pimp coat, if it'll make you feel better? ]

True. Good thing you're smart enough to stick with me, then.

[confusedloyalty]

[And this is why you are his favorite out of all of team orange. He would smile at you if you know, he wasn't trying to act as emotionless as he could.

Instead he'll just settle next to and savor this odd sort of affection.]

You did make certain I wouldn't be fooled by their acts. Or I may have stupidly trusted them.

[perfectringofscars]

[ Go ahead and smile, Sam. Clu is. ]

You and me are gonna change the world. Both of them.

[ Clu doesn't mind. He'll just lean against you, too. ]

[confusedloyalty]

[Aw look, the user manages a slight quirk of a smile and acts a bit like a beta in being ever so pleased at his SysAdmin.

Yeah, normal procedures are being thrown out the window today it seems, because he is giving in and plastering himself to Clu like a puppy wanting attention.]

Because you have the plan to make it all work, and we'll follow obediently to help you in such.

[perfectringofscars]

[ Aw. Pat, pat for Clu's pet User. ]

I believe you meant to label this "Awkward Corner of Awkward" 8|b

[notglitching]

[Don't mind that rumbling suddenly materializing behind you. And no, Rinzler's not hiding. Just gaining the position of clear advantage. In a room with so many clearly glitched programs, clearly the best response is to put one's back to a corner and glower dubiously at everyone. Simultaneously.

The fact that this happens to place Sam_Flynn right between him and everyone else? Complete coincidence.]

It is always awkward when there is no murder. It's a fact of life for team orange

[confusedloyalty]

[He won't look, nope. Not going to look and actually confirm that Rinzler is using him as a shield. If he doesn't see it, he can have deniability of this if anyone ever asks.

If a few stacks of pillows and plush toys are moved and shifted to be in closer range of the enforcer that was merely coincidence. He's just fussing with his barrier of objects is all.]

Re: It is always awkward when there is no murder. It's a fact of life for team orange

[lunarwatch]

[What's this? Something has drawn Kip away from the rest of the party to venture into Team Orange territory. At least he's not wearing blue. Green is nice and neutral.

He's trying to show more bravado than he's really got, though the white-blonde hair gives away his anxiety, but at least he has the sense to approach with his hands spread and away from his sides. No weapons here, nope. Nice, slow movements, inching along the pillow-strewn ground towards the murderkitty.

Have a tentative but sincere hug from the suicidal beta, Rinzler.]

[notglitching]

[...Easy enough to ignore the green program at first glance, even if it seems a little out of place. He'll just be examining the plushies projectiles that have mysteriously appeared slightly closer. Rinzler's not sure why this five-appendaged one has triangles sticking out of its head helmet, but they probably serve some purpose.

Examining... examining... okay, that green program is very definitely (if slowly) pushing the personal space bubble now. Rinzler's mask angles towards the arrival, noise ticking out flat and irritated. There's a moment to mark the outstretched hands, the strangely tentative expression, and then—

What.

There's an utterly perplexed skip of noise as Rinzler very suddenly discovers how far this local glitch extends. Immediate responses to the hold (derezz, maim, maim harder) falter uninitialized. The secondary response (shove) works well enough to gain distance, but retaliation is still stalled. A moment's headtilt. Two.

Then Rinzler gets creative.

A blur of motion, a quick (light) grab, and a somewhat more directed shove, and... well. That carefully constructed pillow-barrier of yours, Compiler? Really didn't look structurally sound.

Let's see how it does with a green glowy beta embeded in the middle.]

[confusedloyalty]

[Green for neutral was one of the few things that he had picked up on is own, and well when he saw exactly who this random program was heading towards he just watched on in detached amusement. Even if it did cause a stiffness in the neck in order to watch and stay as still as possible. As a just in case really, because Clu would erase him completely if he let someone get an attack in.

Then the hug happened, and he could only watch dumbfounded as his barrier rained down a few pieces while gaining a lit up centerpiece.]

I'm surprise you manage that long program, against the Enforcer.

[Him placing an odd plush toy on top of Kip's head is totally casual like and random. He does have to make certain the wall does not collapse on top of them all okay.]

[lunarwatch]

[Success achieved! ...For about a micro. Then he's temporarily airborne.

...Well. That could've gone worse! Kip picks himself up out of the barrier shedding pillows with a rueful expression, plucks the stuffed construct off his head, and sits cross-legged where he was tossed, staring at Rinzler thoughtfully as he handles the toy.]

No hugs yet, huh? Okay.

[You are taking up bad habits from Eden, Kip. He smiles guilelessly at Compiler.]

A first step has to start somewhere.

[He holds up the toy. It is an odd multi-coloured pastel creature with a sail on its back and an identification tag labeled 'Dimetrodon'. It's oddly adorable and Eden might like it.]

May I have this one?

[notglitching]

[Can you see the sheer volume of glower directed your way, Kip? No? Well, mask or not, it's there. Waiting.

...yeah, that'd be a no on the hugs. 8|b]

[confusedloyalty]

[It is amazing how with enough practice you can completely ignore the danger that is a Rinzler at your back. Because that is what Compiler is doing even while basically being between him and you there Kip. He's more interested in fixing the barrier again and debating how to make it actually survive another encounter like that.]

You're state of remaining whole then, and if you want it I can not exactly stop you. I didn't create it or anything.

[lunarwatch]

[This Kip has apparently spent plenty of time being glared at by Tron-forms, because this is him ignoring your murderous glower, daddy murdercat. He hugs the plush briefly.]

True, but it was part of your, er, fort, so it's only polite to ask. Thank you.

[Your turn for a hug, Compiler! Brief, this time of Kip's own choosing, and he hops over the wall to go stash his prize somewhere safe for later.]

[yorisearching]

[How many chances does she get to check how any Rinzler is? Especially with so little risk. Tron wouldn't like the idea at all, but Yori edges politely toward the red and black shape in the corner anyway.]

[Safe space or not, she's trying to avoid drawing any attention from Clu. An outbreak of instinct and teleports would spoil the festive mood. She doesn't mind smiling curiously at the other programs--Users? Programs?--the other people nearby.]

[Rinzler is definitely her target here, however. A sidelong look of concern gives that away.]

Here, have a tiny freaky program-you, Sam.

[prototype_son]

Hi, Compiler. Why is everyone here?

[Strangely enough, S.A.M. has never been introduced to the concept of hugs.]

Aw you're not freaky to him, you do belong to Clu after all (Which may mean they both are freaky)

[confusedloyalty]

Greetings S.A.M. and I am not as certain on the directive myself.

[He knows intellectually what a hug is, but he doesn't remember ever getting one that didn't involve someone trying to steal his disk. They can both boggle together.]

The only thing I can conclude is that they are seemingly checking and assuring one another of functioning via physical contact.

[prototype_son]

[Puzzled frown.]

Is that efficient? Wouldn't reporting on a set schedule work better?

[Puzzled frown becomes fierce thinking.]

If this many programs are doing this, there must be a benefit to it.

[confusedloyalty]

Efficiency is not as much of a priority in certain functions for many here, and most users are anything but.

[Compiler has no idea what he is likely about to get himself into.]

There might be, however I don't know what such function it would benefit to warrant so many doing so.

[prototype_son]

Maybe we should test it? Clu likes us to be thorough about things.

[Have a small program stiffly holding out his arms to you, Compiler.]

[confusedloyalty]

[What?

No, really is this really happening? Compiler is just going to head tilt for a few moments, because seriously someone other then Clu touching him with no intent to disk touch or cause violence is not common at all. Though you did say the magic phrase. Clu would want them to have full understanding of things to better utilize them.]

That is a correct assessment.

[And have arms just as stiffly held out closing that distance between them. How long is this suppose to last again?]

[prototype_son]

[S.A.M. carefully wraps his arms around Compiler the way he's seen others do, and waits for the status update. None seems to be forthcoming.

[Puzzled, he detatches from Compiler and steps back.]

I didn't get any new data. Did you?