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 throne. With plushies. For Reasons || OTA || Warning for Clu ( but sans disk!screw )

[perfectringofscars]

[ Clu's not sure about these strange, inanimate soft things. They seem to keep multiplying like tribbles and now there's a ton of black, or yellow colored plush cats covering his throne.

Hm. Just...clearing these things off to sit down. Except that one with the orange spots. That plushie is getting examined for uh...structural integrity. Yeah. That's the ticket. ]

Insert larger cat here

[commander_scarecrow]

[Slowly peeks over the edge of the throne arm then slowly tries to crawl into Clu's lap.]

Rinzler, you lap cat.

[perfectringofscars]

[ Hello there, R2. Clu is looking at you out of the corner of his eye, but flicks another couple of kitty plushies off the arm of the throne to make room. ]

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[commander_scarecrow]

[Kneads Clu's thigh then unceremoniously FLOPS across the lap.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ You're way too tall to do that, program. Clu is smirking at you anyway. ]

Remove your helmet.

[ And budge over a bit. You've got Clu's left forearm hostage. ]

[commander_scarecrow]

[Helmet comes off and slowly R2 adjusts to curl up in a proper ball, head resting against Clu's chest]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Oof. You've got sharp knees, dude. Still, once R2 is settled a little more comfortably, Clu just sighs, and raises one hand to comb through Rinzler's hair. ]

You're awfully affectionate this millicycle.

[commander_scarecrow]

[A small nod and the lowering of the rumble to a happy purr is the answer to that. R2's eyes are now closed in content]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Sigh. And Clu is feeling strangely lonesome this millicycle, so it works out.

Clu just leans his cheek against the crown of Rinzler's hair, fingers idly combing through the loose sections. ]

[commander_scarecrow]

[Shifts a little and nuzzles against Clu's cheek before just sitting in his lap and wraps his arms around him.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Clu hesitates, arms held out like he's not sure where to put them. Then just...lets his palms settle against one of Rinzler's thighs, and the central circuit on R2's disk.

Not doing anything to said disk, mind you. Just brushing gloved fingertips around the edge. It's been cycles since Clu indulged in this sort of intimacy. Or, well, much of any kind of intimacy. It's a dangerous business, intimacy.

Made it easy for others to betray him. ]

[commander_scarecrow]

[Leans back, eyes the situation a little, then tries to climb onto Clu's shoulders.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ What the--! ]

Hey, man. You're way too tall for - for a glitching pony ride!

[ Have a swat, and Clu trying to squirm out from under the silly murdercat. ]

[commander_scarecrow]

[Gets down and sits on the floor, staring up with a little pout.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Clu just rolls his eyes, and leans over to hitch one knee up over the arm of his throne. This is how you sprawl, man. ]

If you're gonna be weird about it, you can stay there.

[ Or you can come back, and lean against Clu's knee, and get scritches. :| ]

[commander_scarecrow]

[Slow moves over and rests chin on Clu's knee.]

[mailerdaemon]

[Exim, meanwhile, has scooped up one of the cat toys and is busy holding it in front of her face, looking at it with an utterly deadpan face. What is this thing even supposed to do? Be all fluffy and soft? How weird.]

Hmmmmm...

[She sets it aside, then scurries in closer to snag another one when Clu's not looking. Hope you weren't hoping to keep that yellow-striped plush cat on the left, dude. 'Cause it's getting yoinked.]

[firefixit]

[Fire's just going to sneak up behind Clu's throne so that there's minimal chance of Clu seeing her. Spotting Exim, she lowers her voice to a whisper.]

What are you doing? That's Clu! Come on, let's go before Rinzler turns up.

[perfectringofscars]

[ You guys aren't nearly as quiet as you seem to think you are. Clu isn't too bothered, though, he just looks over his shoulder between Fire, and Exim. ]

Hello, there, ladies.

[ By all means, take the cat plushies. There's way too many here in the first place. ]

And, hey, if you don't want Rinzler turning up, it's probably better to stay put.

[ Grin! ]

[mailerdaemon]

[Eep. Exim freezes for a split-second, eyes widening. Then they narrow. Her shoulders stiffen. And she scoops up a second plush cat (red). Hers now, Clu.]

Greetings, System Administrator. -Pardon. Former System Administrator. [That feels good to say.]

We merely wanted to look at one of these- these small fluffy things. There is no need for Rinzler. Isn't that right, program?

[She glances at Fire, eyebrows raised.]

[firefixit]

That's right. [Fire picks up a plushie of her own, an all-black one.] They're . . . soft. And cuddly. [Unlike you, Clu, her tone implies.

[Glitch glitch glitch. Clu's spotted them. At least the no-violence field should help? Maybe they can brazen this out.]

Thanks for the fluffy things, Clu. We'll just be going.

[Unlikely that Clu will let them leave, but it's worth a try.]

[prototype_son]

[There's a small figure burrowed in the cat plushies and blankly examining a black-and-yellow striped one.]

Clu? Are these User constructs?

[perfectringofscars]

It's a User-world animal, yes. A cat. Well, a representation of one, anyway.

[ What? Clu knows what Flynn knew, even if those memories lacked context, or much in the way of organization.

Here, S.A.M., have a second orange striped one plunked on top of your curly hair. ]

[prototype_son]

Cat.

[He takes the orange-striped one off his head and holds it. If Clu gave it to him, then Clu must want him to have it.]

What's their function? The real ones, not these representations.

[There might be some cuddling of the orange kitty going on, even if it's mostly by accident.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Clu just props his chin on his fist, and idly reaches out to help S.A.M.'s curls get back to their default style with a shrug. ]

In the User world they function as pets, mostly. Tell you the truth? I don't see much purpose for the small ones that seem to be so popular.

[ Functions were a necessity, after all. And cats might be okay at controlling some of the vermin population, but so were a variety of other animals. ]