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insertmeathere2009-06-23 11:00 pm
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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.)

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Seriously, whoever is on top of Samus right now get off.
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The Chief's still waking up, and he seems tired and irritable.
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Lafiel crawled herself up from the numb black, fighting her eyes open. She was somewhere soft. She could hear her own heartbeat and...the heartbeat of...others...
She kicked off and away from the covers, looking around. "How dare you?!" She snapped at the person who had their arm around her.
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STACY
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And likely drooling a little on somebody's shoulder. Also there was his hand on an ass.
"Five more minutes, Buff," he muttered in his sleep.
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"I apologize profusely---pardon me---!" He really hopes that wasn't someone's sensitive body part he brushed.
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IGNORE ABOVE COMMENT I AM TAGFAIL QUEEN
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For those assuming the worst, she really shouldn't be here.
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It must've been one hell of a bash, considering how many people obviously got Kanged last night. And he can't remember a lick of it. Go figure.
He'd worry about that later. First he had to untangle himself from the piles of bodies he was part of. And he was none too gentle with it.
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The concern could pass for horror, really.
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"Oh wow, and I thought my life was weird before."
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Her eyes snap open and widen. Her eerie blue eyes dart franctically from side to side as she tries to figure out exactly how she's gotten into this particular situation.
This was not particularly a very good position for her to be in.
If it's a delicious young man, we really shouldn't care... An annoying voice whispers in her mind.
"What?!" She mutters but decides to ignore the memory of her Great-Grandfather Vladimir Harkonnen.
Struggling for a moment, she sighs and nudges the person whom the arm belongs to. "Do you mind?" She finally askes.
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All right, waking by a good looking redhead (Lyta) or a blonde would be one thing, but an orgy the morning after? Not exactly. Funny, his head felt fine though.
"What the hell?"
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Blinking open her eyes, she gasped slightly. This was NOT the Avengers Mansion.
"Where... where am I? What happened?"
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