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

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.]