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

[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?