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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[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon was one of those people who was found to be partially clothed. His bare arm was draped across Wyn's stomach and a clothed leg burried under someone else.

".... Hhhuhh?" He says, groggy from being woken up by a shrill voice too early in the morning... if it was morning. Ronon was still content to laze around on the soft, squishy bed.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

... nope, not a good day at all. Wyn glares at the hand-- oh, no, it's an arm, not that it makes things better-- on her stomach as if that will make it move. When it doesn't, she gives the arm a none-too-gentle shove.

"Does anyone have coffee? Or answers? Coffee and answers?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

At his arm being shoved, Ronon finally makes an effort and gets up. Then he realises his soft squishy bed is actually made of other sleeping -- or rather were sleeping -- people. The realisation rips him away from his content sleepy state and throws him into his usual angry state.

As he quickly gets up he glares at Wyn, who woke him up. "Who are you? What am I doing here?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"A bhidse, we've never met. That's brilliant, that is." Wyn says with an irritated sigh, not bothering to get up. It's actually kind of comfy on the floor...

"And if I knew what was going on I so wouldn't be here right now." she continues, squinting up at what's-his-face.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? You and me both," Ronon huffs. "Last thing I remember was going to bed in the sleeping halls."

"... We didn't do anything last night did we?" He also remembered he went to sleep fully clothed and now his chest is bare, the top of his plantsuit hanging off his waist. Ronon starts putting his plantsuit on.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Oh, God, right, the beds-- creepiest things on the ship yet." Wyn says with a tiny shudder. Why couldn't she have forgotten that part of the night?

"I've no idea. Hope not." She's less insulting when she's had caffeine, honestly. "And seriously, anyone, coffee?"

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon doesn't look happy at the mention of the beds being creepy. That's his way of agreeing with Wyn's statement. He also shrugs off the insult. As he does the last of his plantsuit's clips up he realises his soul gun is missing. Great, could this get any worse?

"Coffee? Forget that, I think I need a stiff drink. ..You haven't seen a gun have you?"

[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."