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

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Caffeine, then alcohol. There's an order to these things." It's a self-imposed order, and there's nothing stopping her from combining the two, but she likes being awake.

"'s it look like? Besides a gun, obviously, I know that bit." Wyn asks, propping herself up on her elbows and looking around at the spaces between people. Nothing obviously gun-like jumps out at her, so... "Probably under someone at this point."

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Is there even caffeine here?" He responds as he's trying to look under bodies, not caring if he wakes anyone up in the process.

"Uhh.. it's dark blue, grip is wrapped in hair that looks like rope and has an orange energy cell where rounds usually go for other guns."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"If there's not caffeine, I swear to God I'll mutiny." Wyn mutters, glaring around the room. That might sound like a joke, but caffeine is srs bzns.

"... you have a blue gun. With hair on it." Wyn stops scanning the room and looks up at Ronon, her expression undeniably 'oh you have got to be kidding'. "This ship is so weird."

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

"Watch it! I don't have any idea why I'm here either."

[hero-sting.livejournal.com]

Chris held his hands up in response. "Same here. I have no idea what happened, but Stacy must know."

[morphitudinous]

"Ah. My apologies for appearing to threaten your...friend's space. It wasn't intentional." Billy's voice is a little off as he attempts to address Toxin. It isn't the most unusual thing he's seen, but new all the same.

Shaking his head, he attempts to look back into the blur of a pile. Someone's stubborn grip has ensnared his legs. "No thank you, I believe I can---" he reaches down and shoves against the floor, dragging a body with him. "I can manage."

Another shove does it, and he tumbles out to the floor. "Whew."

[deputyjo.livejournal.com]

Now Jo looks confused. "So the ship knocked us all out and dumped us all in here togeter...."

She does a quick glance around. "Uh and some of us are without clothes. This... Makes no sense."

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

Jean just shoots Xander another look before beginning to look around for her plantsuit. It couldn't have just disappeared.

She glances once more over at Xander. "Don't even think it," she warns him, wondering why guys always had such perverted minds.

[withoutspice]

"Why would I play games?" Ghani demanded, clearly not amused with the situation she was in. She doesn't believe anything that's coming out of her mouth - well more like refusing to. Her brother was no tyrant, ever.

So she's decided to ignore the crazy rantings of Sheeana.

But Ghani shoots her an annoyed look before turning her attention to her surroundings. "What is this place?" she murmurs, her gaze sweeping over the tangle of bodies around them.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Trying not to!" And the more he tries, the more it popped in his head anyway. Right now Xander's wishing he could disappear like her plantsuit seemed to.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan pointed out, "Since when does Stacy make any sense? She would have told us if it was one of her missions though."

He still had his suit on, but he would have just grinned and bared it if he had to uh, bare it all?

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

"I hate this ship," Pirogoeth muttered, pushing herself to her feet. "Now it is playing tricks upon our minds."

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

"I think the first place to start would be to... Stop thinking about my lack of a plantsuit." Jean mutters, eying Xander.