Pillow Fort meme;

[memeorabilia]

THE PILLOW FORT MEME


It doesn't matter what age you are. From 1 year to 9,674,574,387 years, everybody loves a good pillow fort!
1. Post with your character and, in your starting comment, describe the magnificent [or not so magnificent] pillow fort that you've built.

2. Make sure to state your character's name, preferences, and all that other stuff in your headline.

3. Have funnnn!

Comments

[kindheartedjerk]

"Some kind of domestic designer pet is it?" He asked and looked over the creature. He didn't approach it, not yet, not until he had the proper equipment and knew it was safe.

"So you just decided it needed its own little pillow fort?" He then asked, not able to keep his curiousness at bay.

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Hunh? Oh. Right. The very odd fact that they're having this conversation in a pile of pillows and blankets instead of the med bay. Jack chuckles low.

"They can be domesticated. Certainly look it, don't they?" The Hopper peers at Jack, as if knowing that it is being spoken about. "They were primarily made, actually, for infiltration. Observation." A smile. "Spies."

Jack taps the point of one long ear with a finger, which twitches sensitively in response. The creature's large eyes follow Jack's hand as it moves. "Hyper-senses, they can hear, see, smell so much more than people. And they're very good at hiding."

"I actually don't how long it's been hopping around in here, I only found it because it was starting to get overwhelmed with all the sensory data in here. So, made it a quieter, darker, comfy spot that it won't want to leave." Jack grins again. "With some pleasant company to keep it entertained so it won't wander off."

[kindheartedjerk]

Owen looks at Jack in disbelief as he process what he had been told. Quickly the worst scenarios popped up in his head which made him even more anxious and in extent annoyed. How could Jack be this calm about having a spy in the facility?

"We have been compromised, spied on by unknown forces, and you build a pillow fort for tge assiliant? That thing should be in a cell or better yet, executed. I can't believe this," he exclaims in fury and annoyance. This was so bad. Torchwood was top secret for a reason.

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Squrr? The Hopper turns its full attention to Owen at the change in his tone. Briefly, its fur seems to flare out and change color at the roots, trying to blend in to its surroundings. Jack's hand finds the base of it's neck, and he starts skritching, like with a cat.

"I'm betting that it's here on accident," his tone is still quiet, calm, even smiling a little. "But until we can figure that out, we've got it contained and anybody who did send it in here is now gonna get a lot of data on a bunch of pillows and blankets instead of anything important." He aims that smile at Owen. "It's in a cell, just in a really fluffy cell, until we can tell if it's a danger or just a refugee."

[kindheartedjerk]

Well that was certainly interesting. Owen gives the ceature another observant look. He could see its use. Good senses, camouflage, the lot. He was concerned its cuteness influenced Jack tho. Like those furry things from Star Trek.

"We don't know what else it may have snatched up prior to this. It's a great danger to us. I'd hope you're right about it being here by accident. Well then I'll grab my gear."

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

If the Hopper is affecting Jack, he certainly doesn't seem to notice it. He waits for Owen to get back, keeps the Hopper's attention while he's gone. He starts singing low again (this time it's Julie London, "Cry Me A River") and the creature seems to like it, because it is humming low to match the melody. The little vibrating purrs seems to be able to hit a wide range of tones.

By the time Owen returns, the Hopper is all back to white, seemingly calmed down. Jack glances up to him, but keeps singing low. See, nothing to worry about, Hopper. One ear twitches in Owen's direction, but turns back to focus on Jack after a second. That's it. Keep your attention on the funny man, there's certainly not someone coming up behind you with a pointy needle for a blood draw. Jack has one hand on the back of the Hopper's neck, still skritching, but ready to turn it into a restraining grip to keep it in place at any moment.

[kindheartedjerk]

Owen only raised his eyebrow in acknowledgment. He was in full on business mode now. He walked up to the creature and picked out a pair of gloves. With particularity he picked out a fresh needle from the kit. He checked it before approaching the creature with it. He looked over at Jack before inserting the needle to drain a blood sample from the Hopper.

[theendiswherewestartfrom]

Oh, the Hopper did not like that. Jack's grip has to turn restraining to keep the little guy in place, as the pupils of those large eyes dilate, and it instantly starts kicking with its back paws. There's a low growl almost like rocks sliding against each other growing in its throat. Its fur shifts to start matching the color of the blanket behind it, but since they each already have a hand on it, they still know where it is.

Right as Owen gets the needle out, the noise that the Hopper was making crescendoes. SKREEE- The sound hits the top of both of their hearing ranges. Jack flinches at the sharp pain in his eardrums, and, most notably, takes his hand off the Hopper. "Ahh!"

And that was the opening the Hopper was looking for. It coils up and bounces with those spring-loaded legs and tries to leap right through the side of the pillow fort. One side crashes down, dropping a blanket over all three of them. Now, the chase is on.

[kindheartedjerk]

Thankfully for Owen he had anticipated that the Hopper may have an issue with getting stung. He avoids its back pawns easily with the tiniest smirk on his face. That's all about to change though.

When the creatures starts screaming Owen, just like Jack has to cower away. "Fuck," is all he manages as he quickly moves away to cover his ears and at the same time make sure the syringe doesn't get lost. Then the celling caves in and everything goes dark.

"For fuck's sake Jack!" he coughs out as he tries to navigate in the tight space, find the little creature thing and not get injured by his own syringes.

"Where'd it go?"