WEEK 5 SLEEPOVER(???)

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Maybe you're just walking into the Soft Room, minding your own business, ignoring the laughter, when... suddenly a pillow to the fucking face. If late enough in, it won't be clear who's started the mayhem. But there are a lot of pillows, so grab one and dive in???

Alternatively, the person got to see who started the whole mess: Vanitas smacking Roxas, one of them smacking the next person to walk in, said other person attacking their friend...

Later on, comes the actual sleepover part... when everyone is too tired to bother moving. And, well... we haven't properly had one of those in two weeks, now!





Note: It might be a good idea to not actually damage any pillows, by the way... Good luck! ]

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Remixed 2.5 over 365

[whirlingmace]

1. Normal Mode
[ There will be the sound of giggling before she leaps around in Moogle Onesie and whacks someone with a pillow ]

Pillow smash!


2a. The power of god and anime on her side
[ For a moment, there's Cinque leaping into the fray and getting people with pillows, but eventually Cinque vanishes behind a couch for cover. She gets reminded of an idea, and not long after that someone else with orange hair is leaping over the couch to aim pillow at someone.

Ichigo Kurasaki, substitute Shinigami has joined the pillow fight. No scrunching eyebrows here and he probably looks younger than what the ghosts have seen. ]

Take that!

[ Snagging another pillow to attack. ]

2b. OR
[ She leaps at someone as herself and changes into a giant body pillow. POW!

Before shifting back to herself. Someone is having a lot of fun as Doppel. ]

Kupow!


3. Hugs!
[ When things settle down, she'll probably sit down next to someone. If she's super close to them, she'll give them a hug unprompted. If she isn't that close, she'll put a hand on their arm to give them a smile. ]

It's really nice being with everyone...

[ She's just feeling sappy. ]

4. Feeling Blue
[ She checks the time to make sure it's still early, before approaching Blueski. Stepping carefully over pillows, plushies, and limbs as she touches her arm. ]

Hey hey, Blueski? Can we talk privately for a moment.

[ Tapping her fingers together as her gaze doesn't quite meet hers. ]

2-A

[resortghosts]

[Not actually getting hit by the pillows but is just going to respond with:]

Oh my god.

I don't know if the ghosts can handle two Ichigos at once.

I NEED TO GO FIND HAPPY ICHIGO ICONS

[whirlingmace]

[ The tablet pings get a pause. And then a grin. Ichiling might hit Kon vibes for anyone who knows him instead of just Ichigo. ] I know his hair should be longer, but I don't know how long. [ She did braid it but... it's hard to imagine. ] I feel really big like this!

[resortghosts]

I can tap you for length if you want me to show you.

2b.

[messianic]

[You know who wasn't expecting to be knocked down by a giant flying body pillow?

It's Minato.

He's knocked right off his feet and hits the ground, wheezing.

Minato Arisato is dead-- no i'm joking he's just dazed.]

[whirlingmace]

[ AND DOWN THEY GO

She's changing back, buuuut not getting off of him so he probably will feel the change of weight. Just going to giggle. ]

It's just me, Mimi!

[ Poking his chin ]

[messianic]

[That's fair.

He just groans a little.]

Cinque-san... You're so dangerous when you want to be.

2-A

[resortghosts]

[While she's beaning others -]

WHAT

WHY

[whirlingmace]

[ It won't be until after they get away from any counter attacks that the tablet is pulled out to see. ] Hey hey! What why what? [ Sorry she isn't nailing the expression and might actually look like someone else... ]

[resortghosts]

[....Ah.

There's a long pause, before -]

You....look like Kon like that, you know.

3

[resortghosts]

[ Hugs are good! Bunny hoodie's run out of energy by now, so it's not hard at all to catch him in a hug. No texts yet, but he nods vigorously in reply. ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Giving him a tight hug ]

Have you been taking care of yourself, Yoyo?

[resortghosts]

[ More nodding! Let's see if he can type like this... ]

besides meeting the oil cat guest, i've been totally healthy!!

[ (meta?)Physically, anyway. ]

1

[justfists]

[honestly, she was just poking her head in when the pillow slams into her]

Oh!

[it falls, and she just looks on, blinking.]

... I probably should have checked before walking in, huh?

[whirlingmace]

Hehe whoops. Sorry Makoto!

[ She'll offer a hand to her. ]

Eddie started a pillow fight.

[justfists]

[she offers her the pillow back.]

No, don't worry about it, Cinque-san.

You should be able to have fun.

4

[latebluemer]

[She is super ruffled and flushed with exertion by this point -- if she'd known she'd be getting into the middle of a pillow war, Blue Angel would have at least gathered her hair in a bun instead of leaving it loose for presumed bedtime. It definitely isn't bedtime yet.

Between the puzzles yesterday and the ridiculous pillow fight today, she's recovered a bit more of her energy -- she's less subdued or distracted than she was earlier in the week. Accordingly Cinque gets an inquiring tilt of the head as soon as she gets all her hair out of her face, but it's mostly curious and only a little cautious.]

... I don't mind. You sure you want to leave in the middle of this?

[It's probably important if Cinque is peacing out in the middle of a gathering still in full swing.]

[whirlingmace]

[ She can help with her hair in a bun in a bit if she wants. She'll slide her arm around Aoi's, making the casual contact like she used to. ]

Yeah, I do. It's better while everyone is having a good time.

[ There's kind of a smile there, but it's not quite reaching her eyes. ]

[latebluemer]

[She does glance down at the contact, but after a moment relaxes into it.

It's been a strange week. A strange couple of weeks, but right now it's warm and loud and everything is almost natural again. She'd almost rather stay here than pull her attention away to the oddness in Cinque's expressions, but their packed break week and tiger weekend are still too close for her to do that. She takes a quick breath and nods.]

All right. Sounds important.

[That's less real prompt for more information and more just her examining Cinque's reactions more closely. She'll come with, though, once the minor drama with Kohaku runs its course.]

4

[dolleyed]

[ Kohaku's come around to... well, tolerating Cinque's presence at meetings. Not that he has much of a choice when the popular opinion is largely on her side.

But this... gets a narrowing of eyes. ]

If something happens to her, you're dead. Not once, but twice over. Just keep that in mind.

[whirlingmace]

[ It's good that he cares, but the idea that she'd hurt Aoi makes her mad.

So she'll touch Aoi, while giving him a look. ]

I love Blueski and wouldn't let anything happen to her.

[dolleyed]

[ This is... very odd to watch. For a flash of a second, Cinque reminds Kohaku of someone else entirely, someone from his own world. Possessive and playful and angry and violent... Hm. ]

Words don't mean shit anymore and you know it. You're a killer, no matter how much nonsense you spout later, sweetie.

2B (now in the right place)

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Things he was expecting: a pillow either being swung at him or getting thrown in his face.

Things he was not expecting: a giant pillow body slamming him from behind while he's on the lookout for the former.

So that's how he ends up face down on the ground, possibly with Cinque on top of him. After taking a minute to recover, he turns his head so he isn't eating floor, and squints over at Cinque.]

Did you really just turn yourself into a pillow for that?

[whirlingmace]

[ There is a sound of giggles coming from behind as she changes back. That should answer that, right? ]

Hey hey, Jojo Reanie.

[ She's staying on top of him because he has a nice back. ]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Maybe he could give her a ride if he transformed-- but that would probably also get people freaking out at him so perhaps not, alas.]

Hey yourself. That was a little dirty, you know.

[Despite his words, he has a fond, if mildly exasperated smile on his face.]