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.)

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[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander made a muzzled sound where he was still snoring.

And likely drooling a little on somebody's shoulder. Also there was his hand on an ass.

"Five more minutes, Buff," he muttered in his sleep.

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

Jean groans, but feeling someone's hand rubbing on her ass, her eyes shoot open. That was SO NOT Scott's hand, and she didn't know who's it was, but they were about to be in a world of hurt.

"Hey! HEy! Hands off!!!" She snaps, her elbow flying backward in an attempt to 'nudge' the offending hand away.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander yelped, and rolled onto somebody else. Damn, he was having a good dream too. There was Anya and whipped cream. The narration has been ordered not to divulge more on this.

"Ow! Huh?" Maybe he's still dreaming?

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

Jean elbows again, just to make sure her point is well made. "Keep your hands off>/i> my ass or you'll be trying to unknot your fingers for weeks to come."

No, Jean's not all that friendly when it comes to the game of grab ass.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Willow??

Well, hey, usually creepy voice taking a lay of his brain involved her. Hence his confusion when he woke up more.

"Whoops, wrong redhead with mind powers."

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not Willow," Jean mumbles and turns so she can sit up.

Her eyes widen when she realizes that she's kinda... sorta... very naked.

"What the...?!?!" She looks over at Xander with narrowed eyes. "What exactly happened?!" It better have been nothing! This was not good, not good AT ALL!

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander meanwhile wasn't wearing much more. There was half of the plant suit but his top was bare.

"I'm thinking wacky spell of badness? Even if the room is saying drunken orgy leftovers."

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

"We didn't...." She glances around almost nervously because for the life of her she can't remember anything from the night before. "Did we?!"

Oh yes, Jean's totally trying to cover herself up.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander glanced down at himself and around again. He gestured between her and him.

"I... don't know?" Don't say you wish we did. Oh god, wait, thinking, telepath. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!

He's just going to try to sidle back. To look for.... a... blanket! Yes that's it. A big blanket for her.

And then a hole.
For him to hide in.

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

Jean's eyes narrow and she shoots Xander a seriously not happy face. "You better hope we didn't!"

She's about to make him her personal rag doll if he keeps up with his thoughts. Heck she might do it anyway, just for thinking what he did!!!

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.