Meatpile of Mystery! (Open Crack Threading!)

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(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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IGNORE ABOVE COMMENT I AM TAGFAIL QUEEN

[morphitudinous]

...Startled, Billy makes an attempt to retreat, only to land face first on something for a moment before forcibly pushing through---is that ground he can prop himself up on? Good. He tries to calm his heart a little, still breathing hard. His words are slightly slurred by the rapid pace.

"I-I'm as curious as you are. My last memory is settling in to sleep, and if anything untoward happened I am unaware of it. I can't judge for certain without the benefit of clear vision, but I believe a fair number of our crewmates are similarly displaced."

At least those green blobs had better be crewmates. The blur that had just jumped at him isn't helping his fears any.

Re: IGNORE ABOVE COMMENT I AM TAGFAIL QUEEN

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Both Toxin and Pat continue to peer at Billy for a moment, trying to process that through a thick cloud of 'whut?'



"That he has no clue, and that it looks like it happened to a lot of us." Pat moves, trying to avoid stepping on anybody. "The last thing I remember is sleeping, too-not that it helps much." He frowns. "Just one more weird thing?"

[morphitudinous]

The lover of big words almost smiles to himself through the clouds of WTF in his brain. There's something unmistakably familiar about his long-winded sentences confusing people.

"I suppose it is, which would bring the tally of weird things uncomfortably high." There. Billy's making an effort to use smaller words. "Now if I could remove myself from this knot of limbs and retrieve my glasses..." His arm accidentally knocks against Pat, and he recoils. "Sorry! This is proving to be harder than I thought."

Steeling himself again, he attempts to make a crawling step very carefully. If Limb A could move to Point B, maybe he'd have a chance.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"I thought it was already there?" The arm knock prompts another hiss from Toxin, but a glare from Pat quickly shuts the symbiote up. Pat frowns as he tries to make his own way out of the pile. "This is like the Twister game from hell."



"It's a game kind of like this, although usually everybody knows what's going on and it isn't as awkward. ...Also, there's fewer people to step on."

[morphitudinous]

"True. Also, Twister rules stipulate a player limit, and no two limbs may occupy a single space. That game is usually associated with physical excitement, and I would hardly describe this involuntary encounter as pleasant." That awkward subject, bringing up memories of his friends' junior high parties, catapults Billy right back into verbose mode.

Risking drawing further ire from the others in the pile, he gathers his strength and attempts to jump out. Wrenching his hands free, he feels around the open air and discovers that they're on an elevated platform.

"...well, there's another complication. We're slightly elevated, meaning that we'll likely have to fall out."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"I'll tell you when you're older." Pat manages to free himself, idly brushing away a few tendrils that Toxin is flicking in annoyance. Peering over the edge, he frowns as he attempts to judge the distance. "Slightly's better than really?"

[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.

[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?"

[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."