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

[spacecowboy]

And by lunkhead-proof, you mean you'll line them with pillows and sheets like this? You'll be a real billionaire if you can get that going.

[misdebt]

Wanna bet?! I'll let you be the first test subject!

[ Faye sits up suddenly, the top of her head touching the measly draping blankets making them flap, and she reaches for a pillow, getting ready to swing at him! ]

[spacecowboy]

Hey, waitamin---!

[And of course he can't even say a word because that's him getting smacked in the face by a pillow.

His face is 100% unenthused and completely fixated on her. He looks focused, like he's in the zone, like he's got himself a target. Fast hands, fast fingers...

Fast pillow being thrown at her face.]

[misdebt]

Ha!- AHwf!

[ An almost-shriek is muffled by the pillow to her face! Faye falls backwards, unprepared to brace herself for that counterattack, and the sad tent is swayed by her fall enough that it collapses on top of her.

She growls and shoves the materials off of herself, looking daggers at him. ]

I worked my ass off on that! [ She rises back up on her knees with another pillow at the ready. ] You're paying me back for damages!

[spacecowboy]

I'm paying you for damages? You're the one who keeps damaging our checks from the bounties with all the crap you buy!

[Okay he doesn't actually know how much crap Faye buys, but it's the principle of the matter.]

You're a crap architect, Faye. Maybe you should've gotten insurance!

[He lifts up the sheet with both hands, only to shake it in place. Faye's got daggers in her eyes, Spike's got eye-phasers set to stun.

Ole?]

You owe me damages for taking over this place.

I'M LAUGHIN

[misdebt]

Oh, is this how it's gonna be?! Fine!

I don't owe you anything, you cause all the damages yourself! Every mission you're on always ends with debris and casualties, like some damn natural disaster! We end up paying for all that!

Now hold still, so I can have one less pain-in-my-ass!

[ She makes a lunge for Spike, both of her hands gripping the pillow tightly and winding back for another hit. ]

LOL I'M GLAD

[spacecowboy]

[Somewhere in the distance, a lone Spanish guitar plays and Jet refuses to leave his room because he doesn't want to deal with the children.]

Oh yeah? Look who's talking!

[He doesn't dodge, but instead rolls into the lunge, letting her momentum take him to a certain point. Quickly, the throws the sheet over her head to block her view entirely and to maybe trip her up.

Or something.]

[misdebt]

[ Well, it works! Faye stumbles forward thanks to the sheet covering her. But she hasn't let go of the pillow. She's fallen, but she's not down, whacking at whatever's in the way, and trying to toss the sheet aside. ]

Fight me fair, Spike!

[spacecowboy]

Now you wanna fight fair?

[He's scooping up a pillow now, aiming to swipe at her back.

Of course, he makes a mess along with it, as things on the table and the sofa topple over and roll about the floor.

Naturally.]

[misdebt]

[ She flings the sheet off of herself finally, and then huffs and stomps her foot on floor. Bullheaded as ever. She charges straight at him, aiming for his face, pillow-y mortal combat on her mind. ]

[spacecowboy]

[Bullheaded.

Literally.

Spike would laugh at her huffing and puffing if he weren't being charged and getting a pillow to the face. When he tries to yell or curse her, all that comes out is a loud, muffled sound of protest for those brief moments of contact.

It's on now.

He aims his own pillow to the top of her head, seeing as that he's taller than her.

That and the image is kind of funny in his head.]

[misdebt]

[ She doesn't dodge the smack coming from above fast enough, and she recoils briefly from the impact to her head with a whiny "Oww!"

But now her comeback technique is a fury of fast swipes with both of her hands gripping her one pillow at whatever part of him comes in contact. Impulse over strategy. She's the picture of grace right now. ]

[spacecowboy]

[As if he's any better, with the yelps he's letting out and the way he's walking backwards.]

Faye ---!

[His dumbass literally falls into the couch, slamming him harder than expected. If she's grace, then he's beauty. All he can do now is hold up his pillow as a shield for his face.

What a loser.]

ok so this tag made my night!!?!

[misdebt]

[Bingo! Faye considers him down for the count, and she stops her attacks to bend down and lean over him on the couch ominously. She presses her pillow down against his, almost ready to smother.]

Ha! If you have any last words, you should know there's a fee per recipient.

LOL good i'm glad sagely nods

[spacecowboy]

[He narrows his eyes at her, all vipers and snakes and a lot of piercing things that you can think of. Eagles, maybe? Whatever.]

I'm not wasting my woolongs on you. You'd just waste it on something stupid and my ghost would be disappointed enough to come back to haunt you. Besides...

[He brings down his pillow, elbows brought in.]

They'd be some really lousy last words.

[That right there is Spike shoving that pillow into her stomach, trying to get her to back off and slink his way out of this one.]

[misdebt]

Ughff! [Just a generally weird groan comes out of her as she recoils again, this time letting go of her pillow and holding her stomach. She rolls off and sits kneeling on the floor next to the couch.

Time to test the sympathy card.

Faye whimpers and hugs herself like her guts were about to seep out.]

What the hell, you really hurt me that time! [She pretends to be holding back tears.

The fakest of performances.]

[spacecowboy]

[Wow what a drama queen. Maybe let up on the gas a little Faye. As it stands, he doesn't even move, he just sort of slouches over with a vaguely unimpressed expression.]

Are you even capable of feeling pain?

[Spike Spiegel Asshole King of the Bebop.]

[misdebt]

How can you be so cruel? Don't you know that's a really sensitive area?

Ugh, you probably did. That's why you hit me there ON PURPOSE!

[The only thing missing from this act is a pouty declaration of 'I'm telling Jet!'

Except she's reaching for her pillow again with one arm. She holds it against herself like she's compressing some abdominal wound, and then she stands up hunched over. But she doesn't go away. She just stares at him woefully.]

[ooc: ok, I think that last tag from Spike might have been comment #666 on this meme - so Spike confirmed for the devil???]

[spacecowboy]

((ooc: are we really surprised about tho?))

He's not moving. He's still staring. He has no pity for her. Pity for Faye is usually followed up by hysterical laughter and the true reveal that really he just doesn't give a shit.]

Maybe my pillow's really made of lead, but it didn't work well enough on your hard head.

[misdebt]

[Welp. Crocodile tears were a bust. She's not completely surprised, but figured it was worth a shot, anyway.

Faye straightens up no longer clutching her stomach and lets her pillow fall. And then she kicks it at him, her leg following wherever it lands to push against it with her foot.]

Yeah, it would be made of lead - thick for the thickheaded!

[It's a lame comeback, but she just really wanted to use one.]

[spacecowboy]

[He leans over to the right, pillow flying straight past him. It messes his hair some, but no one would ever tell the difference between combed and messy.]

I think you just insulted yourself, Faye.

[Check that crazy grin on his face.]

[misdebt]

[Damn. Freakish reflexes.

Faye pouts and crosses her arms, her failed plan having flown past the moss-for-hair. And now she's out of in-reach ammo.

He thinks he's so cheeky. OK, granted, she'd fallen into that one, but still.

New plan. She walks off in a huff with no retort for him back to the site where her sorry fort used to be. She sits on the floor, and raising up one of the other larger pillows to unconvincingly hide herself behind, scavenges for something among the other fallen tools of the fort. When she stops, she sits up and looks at Spike from behind the shield-pillow, like a cat glaring at prey.

Her fingers slowly appear by her face, a rubber band looped and stretched at the ready, and her eyes squint as she takes aim.

Three. Two. One. Let's jam And she lets it zoom towards him.]