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

[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.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Better. Clu chuckles, and starts running his fingers through R2's hair again. ]

Why do you always have to push it, huh?

[ Leaving off petting Rinzler's hair, Clu extends two fingers under his program's chin, and tilts R2's face up to look at him. ]

Always testing. Can't just...enjoy it.

[commander_scarecrow]

[Doesn't know if he should respond or not.]

See my limits.

[Okay then, we're answering.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Word to the wise, R2; testing Clu's limits is a fast track to derezz. You're lucky he still thinks you're useful. ]

And sometimes you need to just enjoy it.

[ Like now. How often does Clu even allow for physical contact outside of disk alterations? It's been cycles since the last time Clu let any program get that close.

...Though running fingertips through the short hair on the nape of Rinzler's neck is oddly pleasant. ]