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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[withoutspice]

Ghani's eyebrow arches and she just stares at Sheeana. She's obviously surprised that this insolent, rude and not to forget crazy woman obviously has the memories of Lady Jessica, Ghani's very own Grandmother - who last time she'd seen her was very much ALIVE.

"What games are you playing?" She asks, her eyes narrowing suspiciously - not really wanting to believe what she's hearing.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

She returns to her own voice. "Once again I should ask the same of you. Look at my eyes, damnit!" She points to them, glowing the same blue-within-blue. "I can be only one of two things: a fremen or a reverend mother. If I were a fremen of your time I would be prostrate at your feet by now and if I were a reverend mother I would have tried to kill you. I'm from your future, tyrant's sister! Leto's reign came and passed in my time!"

[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.