http://whitewolfzita.livejournal.com/ (
whitewolfzita.livejournal.com) wrote in
insertmeathere2009-06-23 11:00 pm
Entry tags:
Meatpile of Mystery! (Open Crack Threading!)
(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.)
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.)

no subject
"I don't need THIS––" she gives a rather aggressive gesture at her own body "––to get the stories. I use my HEAD. It's a shame most girls work with the opposite, because when those bimbos are focused on your body, they're clearly missing the whackjob personality."
no subject
no subject
"When we get back to our planet, remind me to ask Ollie about your 'head' and how you used it to get stories out of him. But, in the mean time, one of you could make yourselves useful and figure out why half the crew is down here."
no subject
"And people think I'M crass. Jabs at my relationships? What, Lex, is that the only offense you've got without your money and your security guards and your corporation?"
no subject
And though his voice was steady and calm, it carried a certain weight. You really don't want to know what else he has up his sleeves, Lois.
no subject
"Prove it."
no subject
"Really, Lois, what makes you think I'll tip my hand just because you say to?"
no subject
no subject
"Lois, Lois, Lois..." He shook his head. "If you want this to turn into a dick waving contest, well... you're not equipped to participate."
There was a pause, and a slight shrug with his eyebrows.
"At least I hope you're not. Never can be too sure; Plastic surgeons can do amazing things these days."
He shrugged again.
no subject
"You can shove the little-girl-can't-play-in-the-boy's-club crap. Dick waving? Oh no. It's the size of your balls that really counts, and all these cheap shots and frat-boy jabs just goes to show yours are a lot smaller than the past few years have led me to believe."
no subject
"Tell me, Lois, are you always this easy..." he purposely let that hang in the air for a second, then continued, "...to rile up?"
no subject
no subject
"I tend to avoid dating bald women, thankfully. I'm terrified that no one would be able to tell us apart from the back of our heads," he joked.
no subject
no subject
"I'm not worried about Tess."