PILLOW FORT MEME

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PILLOW FORT MEME!


Who said a meme has to have elaborate rules? You've just built the ULTIMATE FORT out of pillows, blankets, and couch cushions. Decide who gets in and who has to stay out. Throw jelly beans at invaders, read scary stories at midnight with a flashlight. Play truth or dare. Discover your inner child! Go nuts!

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Balthazar Blake/The Sorcerer's Apprentice/OTA

[grimholdkeeper]

[He owns lots of pillows, although some of them may or may not be enchanted. It's a snowy day outside, and a little childishness seems permissible. Come in (No Morganians allowed!), and have some hot cocoa or herbal tea.]

[puresilverpaws]

*Guess who's part of this pillow fort? This guy! Roi makes so much body heat in this closed space that there's almost no need for a heater. Curled up on his side, comfortable, he purrs and just enjoys the company he's keeping.*

[bitterguardian]

Horvath is still struggling with the blankety tent, trying to get in, because he's very awkward on hands and knees and seems to be trying to bring his cane along. "This is ridiculous, Bel."

[grimholdkeeper]

Balthazar has lit up a magelight and stuck it in a brandy glass to provide illumination. He's got several books available, as well as drinks, and a happy purring cat-person to provide heat. He smiles at Horvath. "Max, don't you remember doing this when we were boys?"

Granted, then they each had their own forts and kept trying to conquer one another. Still. Nostalgia.

[puresilverpaws]

"I used to do this with friends, too. Though the fort never got this big. Never had enough pillows, and my parents would get mad if I took the cushions from the chairs and couch."

Roi's tail wriggles lazily, moving to and fro over the floor, and he rolls over onto his back, giving a fanged, drowsy smile. "Hello, by the way."

It's so very warm and pleasant in here, he could doze off!

[bitterguardian]

"Not... *grunt* precisely like this..." He resorts to scooting in on his backside, while putting on a glower that dares anybody to point out how undignified that is. The bum leg makes him a little less maneuverable, and he's also the biggest one there.

"...Although I do seem to recall something about bombarding yours with shoes and knotted-up clothes until the feathers flew..." They had real goose-feather pillows in those days, too.

Horvath gives Roi a nod, and blinks a little because that's far too reminiscent of his own cats.

[grimholdkeeper]

"We made some outside, too. Lean-to buildings made of reeds and brambles. But they weren't nearly as comfortable." Balthazar musses Roi's hair gently, then grabs one of the non-structural cushions and pulls it over.

"Once you settle in, you'll enjoy it, Maximus. I know you. Do you want cocoa? Or tea? It's mint, with milk and honey, for Roi, but there's plenty."

[puresilverpaws]

Roi purrs louder at the affection, looking almost like he might doze off right then (and he'd deny the few seconds that his hands make kneading motions at the attention,) but he doesn't. He decides he'll have some tea later, maybe once it's cooled down a little more. He's plenty warm right now.

He rolls over onto his belly instead, tucking his legs up and to the side, crossing his arms in front, and curling his tail around himself. It's a half-assed human version of "making a loaf of himself."

[bitterguardian]

"Oh, surely this is a cocoa sort of occasion?" He looks hopeful, because Balthazar obviously knows his weaknesses. The cane gets tucked aside where it won't poke anyone, and he arranges his legs more comfortably. They're very long. He's stocky, but he has a lanky build under the padding. "What is it we're supposed to do in here?" After a moment he can't quite resist, and reaches out to play idly with the very tip of Roi's tail. It's just too familiar and tempting. Smoke and Whisper let him play with theirs.

[grimholdkeeper]

Roi is a lovely catloaf, and Balthazar can't help but be amused at the way he's rolling around the fort. He grins and picks up the thermos to pour cocoa for Maximus, and therefore misses the reach for Roi's tail. He could have warned him about the potential reaction otherwise, but, oblivious, he answers, "Stories? Word games? I could get a deck of cards or something..."

[purewhitepaws]

"Whoa!!" Roi jolts upright, his fur puffing out, surprised by the attention as his face and ears turn beet red. He immediately tucks his tail under his body. His ears tilt back, his eyes wide as he regards Horvath.

"U-um... that's..."

[bitterguardian]

Horvath is a large man, but his reflexes are quick, and at Roi's jump he starts back, both hands up and subtly ready. Another sorcerer might recognize it as a defensive pose, albeit a seated one. At least it means he let go in a hurry.

The instant he realizes there might be some deeper implications, he looks deeply embarrassed, ruddy coloring turning just a shade darker. "My apologies, I certainly didn't mean... Ahgrhm." AWKWARD. "...I'm sorry."

lol

[grimholdkeeper]

Balthazar looks up in time to catch his two companions looking startled and defensive at each other. Blinkblink. "...what did I miss?"

Geez, guys, can't he look away for ten seconds??

Re: Balthazar Blake/The Sorcerer's Apprentice/OTA

[halfbreedczarnian]

"Y'know what, Balty?" She's crouched down, lifting the blanket/door to peer into the pillow fort. "This is an absoluitely brilliant idea."

[grimholdkeeper]

"I thought so!" Well, maybe he's a little drunk, and that's why he thought so. But it is snowing, and he does have hot drinks. "The price for entrance is one ghost story. Come sit, I'll share my cocoa."

Re: Balthazar Blake/The Sorcerer's Apprentice/OTA

[halfbreedczarnian]

"Ghost story, huh? I dunno if I've got any o' those. Monster-stories, sure, but no ghosts." She crawls in anyway, coming to sit cross-legged in front of him. He does seem a bit tipsy. "What's in that cocoa?"

[grimholdkeeper]

"I'll accept monster stories, as long as they're good." He's pleasantly flushed, and sprawled across a couple pillows. "I put some Bailey's irish cream in it. A bit sweet, but it's a treat. Want some?"

He pushes the thermos toward her gently. "Oh, and help yourself to the blue cushions, if you want something to lean against."

[halfbreedczarnian]

"Sure, I'll have some." She would say that rum is better in cocoa, but she thinks rum is good in damn near everything. After having helped herself to a mug of cocoa, she reached for the blue pillows. "What, I can't use the red ones?"

[grimholdkeeper]

"They're holding up the walls. It's not much of a fort if it collapses on us." He smiles lazily, letting her help herself to cocoa. "I could probably get something to eat, too, if you want."

[halfbreedczarnian]

"Oh, but razing the fort in the end is one o' the best parts. Though maybe not yet, huh?" She grins and makes a mound out of the blue pillows and proceeds to stretch out in a lazy sprawl. "Well aren't you bein' th' good host? If yer havin' somethin' yerself, then sure."

[grimholdkeeper]

"No, I want it to last the snowstorm." He chuckles. "And I'm usually a very good host. I think I have cookies, and apples and cheese. I'll just have to run upstairs."

[halfbreedczarnian]

"If we're gonna be ridin' out a storm in this fabulous shelter, guess we're gonna be needin' some food. Sure. Schooo. Go get snacks." She fires of a brilliant smile his way before going back to sipping her cocoa.

[grimholdkeeper]

"Yes, ma'am." Amused, he crawls out past her and retreats upstairs. When he returns, he has a package of store-bought chocolate chip cookies, sliced apples and cheddar, and a bag of hot microwaved popcorn. Snacking apparently appealed to him today.

[halfbreedczarnian]

"Ooh, popcorn." She's quick to snatch that bag from him. So what if the stuff is microwave stuff and store-bought? It's still goodies.

[grimholdkeeper]

"Awk! Hey, now, leave some for me!" He's amused, but lets her take the bag, slumping back onto his pillows and nabbing some apple slices instead. "Weren't you supposed to tell me monster stories?"