And they're STILL THERE.

[monkeytailed]

SOMEONE'S SLEEPING IN YOUR BED THE MEME
And no, not in a good, sexy way, or at least not initially.



...basically what the title + subject says. Somebody's been sleeping in your bed! And they're still there. And possibly drooling all over your pillow and crap.

- Post with your character!
- Reply to other characters and ICly start stealing pillows and hogging blankets which weren't yours at all to begin with.
- Shenanigans.

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Roxy Lalonde | Homestuck

[fuckincakewake]

this is gonna be weird

[silfofspace]

[Kanaya doesn't exactly get many visitors out at her hive to begin with, so finding that someone has been through it recently is admittedly something of a surprise.

What's more of a surprise, and a far more bewildering one at that, is to find one human, Roxy Lalonde, having taken up residence in her recuperacoon. So she's just going to sort of... stare into the top of the pod with her luminous face agape at this nonsensical situation.]

NOT WEIRD AT ALL

[fuckincakewake]

[ A shower will sober you up! That was the logic Roxy had, staggering into the tastefully decorated hive. Alternia in an alternate dimension is hardly where she expected the now reactivated fenestrated plane to deliver her. But, hey. She said she wanted to find out what happened when you unplugged one mid-transit, and anything beat getting choked out by some bitch with a trident.

But she was a liiiitle too drunk for these shenanigans and the sun on this planet seemed a LIIIIITLE too hot right now- so she scurried insane and looked for a hasty way to sober up.

In all fairness, she thought it was a kiddie pool of jello. Sobering up sort of took a backseat to "holy shit awesome, let me in there." Following by a stick, not jello feeling. Then a nap feeling. Now there is distinctly a being watched feeling, so Roxy cracks open a eye, head head the only back of her baby not covered in the weird green goo (kinda like a super sticky bubblebath?).

Stares back at the glowing alien face peering at her. No sudden movements. ]

sup

totally weird we are TWILIGHT ZONE up here and roxy is bella also bed time for now

[silfofspace]

[Kanaya stares for a moment longer, before coming to her senses.]

Um
Hello

Okay Can I Just Ask
Who And What Are You And What Are You Doing In My Recuperacoon

[There's something bizarrely familiar about the girl, but she can't quite place it, and it all sort of takes a backseat to "holy shit there's an alien in my bedpod", which is pretty high-priority. Particularly since it's almost night-time and she actually had been intending to come and take a nap of her own. She's understandably reluctant to do so with a weird pink and oddly attractive and admittedly pretty stylish alien girl in her pod.]

why do you have to go that direction with twilight &does that make kanaya edward? bedtime for me2

[fuckincakewake]

[ Raises a little hand out of the recuperacoon and waves. Yeah, normally this would all be a lot freakier, but there's a steady layer of booze inhibiting Roxy from being all that freaked. Also her life is pretty shocking enough already, this is probably just par for the case. ]

im roxy lalonde
is tihs your
reperoopercoon?
i was jsut lookin

[Little smirk, hoists herself out the slime to swing her legs over the edge of the bed like receptical. Ugh this stuff is drying fast on her clothes, this wasn't her most tell thought out plan. Little grimace. ]

the only other direction is straight into the ground dohohoho

[silfofspace]

[Kanaya backs up enough to let the girl out of her recuperacoon, still a bit nonplussed by all of this.]

Yes It Is
And I Doubt Actual Entry Is Required To Just Look At It

[She eyes Roxy's clothes with mild disdain; is she the only one who ever remembers to take her clothes OFF before getting into the slime? Ugh.]

we are completely ridiculous

[fuckincakewake]

it was a close look
what do u caer anyway
dont see ur name on it

[ Ringing the slime out of her shirt in vain- nah this shit is wrecked. with a forelorn look to her tee, Roxy tugs it off over her head. Oh, keep your skirt on Kanaya, she still has a bra on. Roxy tugs off her skirt next, then going for her leggings. Looks up to Kanaya as if to say "well?"]

whats ur name anyway?
aslo did i end up of gawkr planent or soemthing
way to stare

and that's the best way to be

[silfofspace]

Generally I Do Not Need To Engrave My Name Into Items Within My Own Hive
Primarily Because Apart From You I Have Had Extremely Few Travelers In This Region Much Less Any Who Entered My Hive Without My Knowledge

[Kanaya averts her eyes quickly, pretending that her face isn't betraying any flustering that may or may not be going on here.]

My Name Is Kanaya Maryam And Considering How I Found You In My Hive Entirely Uninvited And Occupying My Recuperacoon I Should Say That The Only One Of Us Who Is Justified In Being Indignant Is Myself

chuuu good attitude bro

[fuckincakewake]

[ leggings off, Roxy sets her limed clothing aside before she straightens up and fixes Kanaya with a level stare. Taking in the girl's clothing, the hive's decor... she could definitely have done worse with finding someone to bother on this alien planet. ]

look dont be pissed
ur really helpign me out
id leave but teh sun was like extra hot
and almsot gettign choked uot before kidna wore me out

[Holds out a hand for Kanaya to shake, a show of friendship, one half naked alien to another. ]

<3

[silfofspace]

The Desert Is Dangerous In The Daytime
For More Reasons Than Just The Sun
You Would Probably Be Devoured Alive If I Sent You Back Out
So I Guess You Can Stay Until Night
Or Until Your Clothing Can Be Cleaned Properly Whichever Comes First


Um
What

[Kanaya stares at Roxy's hand quizzically, completely devoid of any idea as to what she wants her to do with it.]

[fuckincakewake]

cool
ur a liefsaver

[ Oh right. Alien. Gracious reaches out to take Kanaya's hand in her- gently, no need to bust the chainsaw out so soon. Slowly makes the handshake motion, symbolizing this emotion called friendship. See Kanaya, nothing to worry about here. Just in case, though, Roxy hastily releases the other girl's hand and steps around her to inspect the rest of the hive. She'd been in such a hurry to get inside before, she hadn't given it a full once over, but it really was cozy. Also seems to be quite a lot of cute clothes laying around (albeit in a neat and orderly fashion.) ]

hey u midn if i wear something whlie we wait or whatever
unless u prefer---

[Turns back to Kanaya and strikes and underwear-clad pose. Which will it be? Supergirl? Coppertone baby? Let's go for the Angelina leg display from the Oscars. bam. ]

[silfofspace]

[Kanaya lets Roxy take her hand up with a bit of apprehension, but pulls it back when allowed. What the hell was the point of that?]

Yes Well
I Hardly Want The Corpse Of An Intrusive Alien Staining My Lawnring After I Have Worked So Hard To Cultivate One In A Desert Environment

[Her face takes on a decidedly jade hue when Roxy starts modeling her admittedly stylish underwear, and it takes considerable effort to focus her attention elsewhere. Hopefully her voice doesn't sound as nonplussed as she feels]

No
No
I Mean They Are Very Nice But
You Are Welcome To Whatever Will Actually Fit You
So Long As You Dont Treat Any Of My Dresses With The Lack Of Care You Apparently Had For Your Own Clothing

[fuckincakewake]

[ Big ass smile at Kanayas vote of permission, stops posing, and points out- ]

in my defence
i thougth that shit was jello

[ How is that a defense for anything?? Roxy starts pawing through all the outfits she can find, holding each clothing item against her and turning to Kanaya for her opinion. Roxy is still a little buzzed, so these might not be the wisest fashion decisions, feel free to step in Kanaya. ]

[silfofspace]

You Thought It Was What

[Kanaya only starts watching when it catches on that she's supposed to be watching, and after a few moments she walks over and takes a yellow-white dress out of her hands (she must have woken up on the wrong side of the slime when she made that one) and put a white-black dress back into her hands. It's a little simple by her standards, but it has a nice fit to it and... maybe a sash to go with it? Just a small, pink one, for extra accent. Yes, that should work fine.]

There
Try That On

[fuckincakewake]

[ Pleased noise at the dress selection- particularly the pink sash- and begins slipping it on immediately. Need some help with the zipper, plaintive noise to her new alien buddy. ]

i though it was jelo
its leik a main source of human sustenaence

[auto_responder]

[The hottest pair of pointy triangle shades are in the hizzouse, all up on Roxy's pillow, lying in her business all up where her face should be. It seems that the auto-responder's on stand-by mode rather than sleeping, and that's all part and parcel of being a supercomputer that can rock algorithmic calculations before a person could blink. No really, he's just too cool for that shit.]

Attention, Roxy. Guess what time it is.

[fuckincakewake]

[ Okay, that's weird. Roxy had gone to get ready for bed, left the room to brush the evergreen taste of gin out of her mouth.. only to come back to a bed full of glasses. Well, full isn't the correct term, but they were perched pretty suggestively over her pillow. Toothbrush still in her mouth, Roxy casts a glance throughout the bedroom to make sure Dirk isn't actually hiding between a pink game console and laughing at her. ]

ok
is this leik
real guessing or methaphysical guessing
or mayeb ur just gonna interrupt me with something like 'party time'
these are all aceptabel answers btw

[auto_responder]

[There's no sign of Dirk anywhere, but who's to say he really isn't around. Anyway, the only thing out of place is just glasses.]

That's generally a rhetorical statement except in the event that it isn't really. Take your pick.
It seems that it's now business time, meaning I'm as warm and comfortable as any pair of sunglasses could be while wearing business socks, raring to go for a game of footsies.

[fuckincakewake]

[ They don't need Dirk around to have a good time. And hell, she has enough of a buzz still going that Roxy wouldn't complain about sharing a bed with a sassy pair od sunglasses. She shrugs and goes about the rest of bedtime prep- finish brushing the teeth, brush her hair.. grins over her shoulder at the autoresponder. ]

so if ur in socks
tehn i better slip into soemthing mor comfortable

[How much can sunglasses see anyway? She does have to put on her pjs, but how much of a show she makes of it will be entirely contingent on AR. Not that she has a problem describing her actions- primarily how they've communicated until now. Just checking is all! ]

[auto_responder]

Hell. Fucking. Yes. I am totally in my socks and wearing only my socks, sultry and supine in anticipation of sweet titillation.
After running some sick-nasty calculations with my impeccable algorithms, it seems there is a 93.69% chance that you're up to putting on a show. Are you up to putting on a show, Roxy?

[It's probably hard to imagine the auto-responder could actually benefit from or enjoy anyone doing a strip-tease. But one never really knows until trying it out, right?]

[fuckincakewake]

[ Whatever. Roxy's not too good to strip down for an auto-responder. Worst case is he doesn't see anything, which really doesn't put them any worse off than they already were, so!

There's not exactly a sexy way to remove a t shirt with a cat emblazoned across the front,, so Roxy makes more of an effort to be sexy with she spins the garment over her head and launches it across the room. This might actually be a little more Girls Gone Wild than sexy striptease. Roxy, please stop making your own oontz-oontz stripping music, you're giving your player second hand embarrassment. ]

are u gettign this??

[puppetkind]

[Dirk is lying on his side, in the same position here as on Derse. It's a rare moment of having nothing to do, and he treats himself accordingly to a few seconds of solid zoning out. It's even better than sleep. All digital selves are otherwise preoccupied, or at least off his face. For the time being, there's no immediate need to justify his limited human brain's need to stop for one fucking second. Simultaneously, both of his selves roll over, but the one that's not sporting head-to-toe purple has to give some extra consideration to his bedmate's noodle limbs.

Sorry there, Lil' Cal. Didn't mean to crush your arm. Thank god for your lack of bones, otherwise this would have been a tragic accident, or at least a serious shoulder dislocation. The focus demanded to right the puppet is minimal, but enough to draw his attention to his unexpectedly rosy surroundings.]

[fuckincakewake]

[ Roxy takes a long sip of her screwdriver- simple, but appropriate for morning. Not exactly adding clarity to this mystery that was waiting for her when she returned from a night of haxxor work in the lab. How'd Dirk end up here anyway? Might have something to do with that fenestrated plane that went missing, or maybe it's game shenanigans. All she knows is she has worked very hard all night long hacking the latest security overrides to the Condesce's administration portal and her reward is a bed full of Strider.

Best to go into this slowl- oh fuck, he's up! Roxy jumps into the bed and onto of her new guest. ]

sorry for all the edits!

[puppetkind]

What-

[Dirk is at a gross disadvantage, and he dimly realizes that any attempts to flashstep out of the way will simply result in deep embarrassment. He can see it now, him all tied up in pink ruffles like an eight year old girl's birthday present, although the average kid was likely to be very disappointed with this choice in a gift. Thankfully, Roxy was not of the same mind. This led directly to her on top of him, the momentum causing Cal to bounce upwards, legs all akimbo. In that split second Dirk's as openly surprised as anyone would be. Even his dreamself reacts with a startled inhale (but nothing much else, and over there he rubs his eyes under his glasses to separate himself from himself).

The tumblers are falling into place. Roxy's here, this must be her room, and Dirk can't precisely place when he'd been sucked through space (and hopefully not time too) in order to have facilitated this. His first instinct is to hold the cat responsible, but who the fuck knows. He keeps his cool, although briefly he considers the merits of throwing that shit out the window. No one would blame him.

Instead he tosses his arms around Roxy like it ain't no thing. There's no point in hiding the thrill of a reunion, even if it's accompanied by some massively justified confusion.]

Surprise.

no prob!

[fuckincakewake]

[ Holding on arm perfectly straight to keep her drink from overturning, Roxy wraps her other around around Dirk in turn. Even if he's a huge gaymo and all that's in their future is diamonds (the pale kind, but the sparkly ones), Roxy is of course super pumped to see him!

Props an elbow against Dirk's chest to better sip her booze, grinning like an absolute idiot. It's not like she can deny the double sentiment of surprise written over Dirk's usual poker face. But they can sort out the why's later. First a happy reunion. ]

teh BEST surprise
to what do i owe the pelasure?