slumber parties and sleepovers

[oftime]

THE SLEEPOVER MEME

1. Post with your character, putting their name and fandom in the subject line along with anything you'd like to note (open to all, aged up, etc).
2. Other people tag you, you tag other people.
3. Use the RNG, cheat and pick yourself, or make up your own scenario.
4. Play it out! There is no set rating, so feel free to be as fluffy or as filthy as you like.

SCENARIOS

1. Movie Night: Just a tub of popcorn and the dulcet tones of your favorite movie stars to keep you and your closest pal(s) company tonight. Curl up together on the couch, turn down the lights, and pass that popcorn. Hopefully no fights over the remote break out when the credits roll and the next movie is put up for debate.

2. Pillow Fight: It's been a pretty easygoing night so far, don't you think? You've just been vegging out, talking and picking through junk food up to this point. But that's when your eyes land on an errant pillow, and it's just too tempting to pass up. Give your chum a good, friendly pounding with that feathery cushion.

3. Building Forts: Alternatively, put those pillows to even more constructive use. Tear apart all the couches and chairs in the house, steal every pillow from every room, get the extra sheets and comforters out of the linen closet. There's nothing better than rearranging the furniture and working together to erect a fortress to rival all pillow forts.

4. Truth or Dare: A classic sleepover activity, and one that very few can resist participating in despite (or perhaps because of) the fact that it can quickly get out of hand. Try not to do anything illegal while you're taking dares, and choose your words wisely if you decide to brave telling the truth.

5. Spur of the Moment: Home alone and with every intention of it enjoying a nice, quiet night, there's suddenly a knock at your door. Someone's come over, barging in with every intention of livening up that quiet night. Will you try to kick them out, or will you succumb to their attempts?

6. Under the Stars: Where the hell did you get that tent and those sleeping bags? Isn't it too cold to go camping? And who the hell puts up a tent in their backyard? You, apparently, but we guess s'mores would hit the spot right about now. Just try not to keep up the neighbors with your ghost stories, all right?

7. Breaking Curfew: Finally, you've run through the list of things to do at a sleepover. Or maybe the party's just decided to relocate itself outdoors. Whatever the case, it's time to take to the streets, see what sort of trouble you can get into after hours when the city is at its most vacant.

Build your own (mis)adventure! Mix and match, or come up with your own slumber party shenanigans.

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Dave Strider ⚙ Homestuck ⚙ age up where necessary

[oftime]

five!

[existying]

[Oh, so you planned to stay in tonight, Dave? Maybe have a little quiet time?
Too bad.

It's a little hard to extract a hand from his armfuls of pillows, sleeping bag, DVDs and bags of doritos, but he manages it, knocking firmly on the door with his knuckles.]

[oftime]

[ Jesus Christ Egbert are you intending to have a slumber party with a small army here or what?

He extricates himself from his bundle of blankets, having been perfectly content to just sit around listening to music while browsing the internet on his phone. He can't help but stare a bit at John when he opens the door. ]

[existying]

Hey!

[He doesn't wait for Dave to invite him in, simply steps right over the threshold, starting to kick off his boots, dropping his armload of shit onto the ground.] Jeez it's cold out there.

[oftime]

Chilly as Jack Frost's balls, yeah. [ Pleasant as always, Dave.

He eyes the collection of things John's got in his arsenal, resigning himself to his fate and closing the door behind the other boy while he kicks off his boots. ] You planning on moving in here, Egbert?

[existying]

Ew.

[He gathers his stuff back up into his arms, and turns to Dave cheerfully.] Nah, just for this evening. Movie marathon, dude!

six.

[ofbreath]

He was already huddled up in a blanket, though less because it was cold and more because it was fun. He grinned over at Dave and pointed at a particular cluster of stars. He wasn't terribly familiar with astrology, but Dave had a metric shit ton of random, seemingly useless information in his brain.

"What's that one called?" he asked with a continual smile.

[oftime]

And, as always, Dave does not disappoint with his Jeopardy trivia knowledge. Sunglasses pushed up to keep hair out of his face and to actually let him see the sky clearly, he brought his hand up next to John's, taking his wrist and using him to trace out the connect-the-dots pattern of the constellation.

"That's Aquila, the eagle. See, those're the wings, and then this's the tail..."

[ofbreath]

"Isn't Aquila a kind of alcohol?" No John, that's Tequila.

He tilted his head a little and followed the line of stars into the shape Dave provided a few times, even after Dave let go of his wrist if he chose to.

[oftime]

"No John, that's tequila." He snorted softly, but then tilted his head a bit as if considering the constellation.

"Though I guess if you look at it from a different angle, it could be a wonky martini glass." Looking at it, yeah. The tail became the stem and the wings to glass itself. And then suddenly, the Eagle became the Lalonde.

[ofbreath]

"Oh-- right, right." John tilted his head and laughed.

"Man Rose would be so mad at you for saying that I think."

[oftime]

"She'd probably throw a ball of yarn at my face. Again."

Dave didn't seem particularly concerned about that fate, but then again Rose was no where to be seen. Even if she did show up, he figured he could just duck behind John for safety.

2

[misspouncellor]

[Nepeta cocks her pillow like a gun.

Are you prepared, Strider?]

[oftime]

[ Oh he was born ready, Leijon.

So ready he's planning to duel-wield pillows. Bring it on. ]

[misspouncellor]

Dual-wielding Mister Strider? Most impurresive, but we shall have to see if it is enough to save you.

[Feigning....some sorta typical villainy voice]

[oftime]

Against you? I can only hope, Pouncellor.

[ Adopts an airy sort of tone reminiscent of James Bond. Texan Bond wielding pillows? Fuck yeah. ]

[misspouncellor]

[Oh Nep like. She has to bite her lip to keep from smiling and getting out of character.]

Purrease do not take it purrsonally. I hold you in the highest respect, Mister Strider, but I cannot affurd fur anyone to get in my way.

[And she swings that pillow!]

[oftime]

[ Easy enough of a task for Dave, although he can't help but smirk a little. ]

What dastardly dead do you have planned this time, Pouncellor? Global domination of the catnip trade? Expansion of the salmon market?

[ Swings up one of his own to block! He knows this can only last for so long, before they start just outright pelting each other with pillows. ]

[misspouncellor]

Well now, I can't go on telling you that now can I? [Global domination of the catnip trade? See, this was why Nepeta like roleplaying with Dave. That there was just a beautiful thought.]

Lay your weapons down now, Strider, and purrhaps I will spare you. A mind such as yours should not be wasted. [With her strike blocked, she decides to try a pounce instead, keeping her pillow in front of her]

[oftime]

[ Never let it be said that Dave doesn't know how to play along with his roleplayers. Especially Nepeta. ]

And what would you have me do? Join you? You know I can't do that-- [ He could flashstep out of the way of that, but he opts instead to brace for the hit, going down when she collides into him. ]

[misspouncellor]

[Bwahaha. She presses the pillow against his chest and leans down, close to his face.]

Yes, join me. Think about it, Strider. We would make an excellent team, and you could have all you ever wanted.

[oftime]

[ He remains perfectly still, keeping a firm grip on the one pillow he managed to hold onto in the pounce. ]

As tempting an offer as that is, straight from the purrfectly fiendish feline's mouth, I'm afraid I must decline. My role in all of this is to stop you, my dear Pouncellor, no matter the cost.

[misspouncellor]

[A small sigh] What a shame.

But if that is your choice, so be it. [Slowly, dramatically, she raises the pillow]

Goodbye, Strider.

[oftime]

[ Slowly, slowly tracks the movement with his eyes. An opening! ]

Goodbye, Pouncellor.

[ And then he wraps his arms around her waist, rolling them both over and probably to their 'doom' off the edge of the bed. ]

lmao these two

[misspouncellor]

[See. This is the part where she is suppose to give a loud and overly dramatic Nooooooooooooo but Nepeta can't hold it back anymore. As they roll off the bed she just starts to laugh, and still is when they land on the cushiony floor.]

What a brave man, that Strider is. But surely he found a way to survive. [She is back to her regular voice and grinning at him]