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.)

Comments

[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."