Meatpile of Mystery! (Open Crack Threading!)

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

(Inspired by silliness in chat and the not!kink meme)

Your character(s) went to sleep in their usual cubby hole in the sleeping halls.

All seemed well and normal.

But this? This is weird. They wake up to find themselves in a pile on something soft, entangled with various other crew members.

The natural response, I believe, is "What the HECK did I do yesterday?!"

At least most of you are fully clothed...

(Yes, there is a perfectly innocent explanation for this. But your characters don't know that.)

Comments

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Great, Lex, you work on that comedy career. I guess it's all you have now that Tess Mercer's taken over everything you had, huh?"

[whyarewehere]

"What? No!"

Grif breaks away and backs off.

"*&%# you, Samus," he snaps.

"I'm looking for a way out, but you creeps can stay here." Grif stalks off.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief looks at Grunge like he just sprouted an extra head.

"What? No." He sighs. Christ, what a thought. "I did not have sexual intercourse with anyone."

He's extremely sure of that.

"Stacy is the ship. Not cute. Must've moved me while I was sleeping."

The Chief gets up and looks around the room, stretching his shoulders a little. Dang this guy is huge, very nearly seven feet tall.

Icon. Keywords.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn is not a morning person on a good day. This is probably not one of those. "ohmygodwhatthefuckyouguys?" she blurts, glaring blearily around her and trying to disentangle herself from the pile.

[whitewolfzita.livejournal.com]

||You were in the way.||

Stacy's feeling very unhelpful, you see. Unfortunately that doesn't help with the second part of the question.

Re: Icon. Keywords.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon was one of those people who was found to be partially clothed. His bare arm was draped across Wyn's stomach and a clothed leg burried under someone else.

".... Hhhuhh?" He says, groggy from being woken up by a shrill voice too early in the morning... if it was morning. Ronon was still content to laze around on the soft, squishy bed.

[impulsiveflash.livejournal.com]

Bart opens one eye to glare at the two.

"Can you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep."

[madwitchywoman.livejournal.com]

She turns to the sound of the voice, and can only blink.

"Sam?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

... nope, not a good day at all. Wyn glares at the hand-- oh, no, it's an arm, not that it makes things better-- on her stomach as if that will make it move. When it doesn't, she gives the arm a none-too-gentle shove.

"Does anyone have coffee? Or answers? Coffee and answers?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

At his arm being shoved, Ronon finally makes an effort and gets up. Then he realises his soft squishy bed is actually made of other sleeping -- or rather were sleeping -- people. The realisation rips him away from his content sleepy state and throws him into his usual angry state.

As he quickly gets up he glares at Wyn, who woke him up. "Who are you? What am I doing here?"

[hero-sting.livejournal.com]

The fist thing Chris noticed as he began to awaken? The warmth from somewhere which felt oddly soft. Weird, even by Stacy-standards. Still sleepy, the only words that came to mind was "What the hell?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"A bhidse, we've never met. That's brilliant, that is." Wyn says with an irritated sigh, not bothering to get up. It's actually kind of comfy on the floor...

"And if I knew what was going on I so wouldn't be here right now." she continues, squinting up at what's-his-face.

[imperious_lex]

That got another chuckle. Hell, he owned Tess, and he certainly wouldn't trust his company to someone he didn't have complete power over.

"I'm not worried about Tess."

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

"Would it be too much to hope for someone else having any idea why we're all bed together?"

Oh man, she hoped she didn't lose anything last night.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Got me. Something happened. Think everybody got dumped here somehow."

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Pretty sure we didn't. I'm trying to control them!" Never had luck with it. Not with Buffy, Not with Will. Not even when we did that cross communicating.

[morphitudinous]

"In a manner of speaking." Frustrated, Billy shoves again and gets halfway out, torso suspended from the pile almost like a plank sticking out of a green mountain.

Once his head clears, Pat's odd question comes back to him. "Tell who?" All Billy can tell about the 'thing' he hypothesizes might be talking is that it's a snapping blob. Possibly with tentacles. Nearsightedness, you're really a curse sometimes.

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

Pirogoeth growled. "Largo, thou should not be vulgar as well as annoying," she muttered moodily.

Then something got through her sleep addled mind.

One, there were two voices.

Two, one voice was female. They never got any females to join their group to fight the darkness. Largo always scared them away.

Three, they were FAR too close.

Pirogoeth jerked up, fire crackling to life in her hands. "Who are thee and why art thou in mine bed?" She growled.

Yeah...she wasn't a morning person.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"Him." Pat jerks a thumb at Toxin, who coils up on his shoulder. "He's, uh, talking in my head." He frowns as he looks back to Billy. "You want some help?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? You and me both," Ronon huffs. "Last thing I remember was going to bed in the sleeping halls."

"... We didn't do anything last night did we?" He also remembered he went to sleep fully clothed and now his chest is bare, the top of his plantsuit hanging off his waist. Ronon starts putting his plantsuit on.

[hero-sting.livejournal.com]

Chris sighed. "This is isn't going to end well. I just know it. Stacy! What the heck is going on?"

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

Pirogoeth is really tempted to fry you both. Really tempted.

But luckily she sees other people around.

"...this is not normal."

But at least the fire dies down in her hands.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim shifts a little, making a face at Bart. "Maybe when Kon stops groping me!"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Oh, God, right, the beds-- creepiest things on the ship yet." Wyn says with a tiny shudder. Why couldn't she have forgotten that part of the night?

"I've no idea. Hope not." She's less insulting when she's had caffeine, honestly. "And seriously, anyone, coffee?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon doesn't look happy at the mention of the beds being creepy. That's his way of agreeing with Wyn's statement. He also shrugs off the insult. As he does the last of his plantsuit's clips up he realises his soul gun is missing. Great, could this get any worse?

"Coffee? Forget that, I think I need a stiff drink. ..You haven't seen a gun have you?"