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For some reason you are at a slumber party. No. Seriously. You are at a slumber party. DON'T QUESTION IT. You can be there by choice, or maybe just the will of the universe teleported you there. Who knows. All that is important now is you are involved in a slumber party ritual and you have to participate. No. Seriously. You are compelled to.

Also, you may be wearing a slumber party outfit... whether it's appropriate or not is up to ~~how cruel your mun is~~ the fates.

Or maybe you just really were invited to a slumber party. Who knows, that's half the fun~

Not sure of a game to get involved in? Well, we have compiled a nice little list for you that you can RNG a number for:

Games:

1. Truth or Dare - Who hasn't enjoyed this game? Well.... except this time you are completely compelled to do what ever the asker has told you to do.. or tell the complete truth

2. Spin the bottle - Crap. Let's just hope it doesn't land on that one person you reeeeeeeeeeeeally hate.

3. 7 minutes in Heaven - Get shoved in a closet. You aren't let out until there is some serious kissing.

4. Bloody Mary - Summoning dead angry ghosts by chanting at a mirror? WHY NOT?

5. Pillow Fight - Possibly not as sexy as the pornos make it seem.

Activities:

6. Scary Movie - ...Who decided that we should marathon Jaws, The Birds, and Psycho all in one night?

7. Chick Flick - I think I need a good cry or maybe a nice gushy romantic comedy

8. Gossip - Oh let me tell you about what I heard about her brother's sister's cousin.

9. Karaoke - Are we really drunk enough for this? (~~The answer is always yes~~)

Bath and Beauty:

10. Make over - You need a new look. And we're gonna make you HOT.

11. Make Under - Let's see how RIDICULOUS we can make you look :D

12. Fashion show - Someone got into mom's cloooset.

13. Spa Day! - Facial masks, popping pimps, doing nails. What could be better?

Pranks:

14. Shaving cream on the hand - Alright. get your feather ready, time to give someone a cream beard.

15. TPing/Egging - Well, what better kind of slumber party is there than the type where you wreck revenge on someone else's house?

16. Forking - Forks + Lawn = Hilarious time?

17. Hand in a warm bowl - Wanna get someone to pee their pants? This is the prompt for you.

18. Bra/Undies in the Freezer - This is how we get hot heads to... (/sunglasses) cool down in the morning.

... or go wild and crazy and make up your own scenarios! The possibilities are endless.

Instructions are simple:
-Post up with your character, their series. (Be sure to include prefs if you don't want a certain scenario)

-Tag others with whatever prompt... or make up your own

-OHMAIGAWD ITS A SLEEPOVER.

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originally posted by

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[Totally, Sam. Totally.

Claire sighs, putting her hands on her hips.] I- It's-

You probably wouldn't believe me. And.. People who like to sing karaoke, I guess.

..Do you remember how you got here, because I don't. [She doesn't realize that she's already picked up one of the microphones.]

[ He kind of half-laughs, not that anything's actually funny. ]

I believe a lot, I promise. Really. But - if something's wrong, maybe I can help?

[ And the other microphone's in his hand and he's squinting at the screen, what is happening, ] No, not really, I - [ And he stares at the microphone like it drugged him, back at Claire, back at the microphone. Shakes his head. ]

Um, I'm Sam - and I really don't remember.

..See? Wrongness. [She smiles a little lazily at his introduction.] Claire.

[Claire hasn't noticed she's holding the mic yet. Her free hand is running through her hair a little haphazardly. God being drunk feels weird.]

I think I'm drunk. [She states, sure and blunt, as if that's the answer to all of his inquiries.]

[ And he's laughing again. Not at you, with you! ] Yeah, you sure are. Me too.

. . . Is that what's wrong? [ Has she never been drunk before? ]

[She giggles a little.] ..Weirdly enough, yeah.

I, uh. Can't? I'm not supposed to be able to.. I can't get drunk, but here I am.

Believe me, this is new and.. Concerning, actually. [ARE HER POWERS GONE? IS SHE GONNA DIE SOON?]

[ He frowns, but he doesn't question the idea that she can't. Just rubs his forehead a little in confusion. ] Why can't you? Did - do you need water? Or cake.

[ That's not really the same thing as bread Sam but you do you. ]

No.. No, whatever this is it isn't gonna be fixed by the normal stuff. Probably.

[BIG SIGH.] I'm kind of.. I heal. ...Fast. Like seriously fast. And alcohol isn't supposed to do anything to me.

[Yes she just stated that like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then she hiccups.] Anyway, so I guess we have to do this.. Thing.. [She looks at the karaoke machine as if it's the spawn of Satan.]

- Oh. That makes sense.

[ And the thing is it completely does to him and would make almost as much sense if he wasn't drunk. ]

So what's different?

[ He says this into the microphone, which he has once again forgotten he's holding, and picks a song at random from the list. ]

[Because she's drunk, she doesn't think too hard on the fact that he just accepted that answer.]

I don't know. [She also says into the microphone.] Maybe some kind of drug or, maybe I'm dying. Again. [SHRUG.]

[The opening chords start and she just... Gives Sam a look.]

[ He looks around like a confused but angry puppy at the thought that somebody's going around this party putting drugs in people's drinks - but then he recognizes the song, too, and panics. ]

I don't remember the words!

[Her mouth falls open wordlessly at him at first.]

Then why'd you pick it?!

[She knows.. Some of them.]

I thought it was a different song!

[ THIS IS THE WORST MOMENT OF HIS LIFE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ~~except for all of that other stuff that happened~~ ]

[NO THIS IS THE WORST MOMENT OF HER LIFE. ~~except no, not by a longshot~~]

Oh god- Oh-

[AND THE PART STARTS WHERE SHE'S SUPPOSED TO SING. Claire comes in a little late, her voice very quiet and mumbling. She's looking around them like she's waiting for a tiger or something to attack her.]

Uh- One way or another I'm gonna find ya, gonna.. Um- Getcha getcha getcha.

[ Sam starts singing too! Except. Not on cue, or in tune, or the right words, except for occasionally when he sings the right words several words behind Claire. ]

Getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha [ WAS THAT TOO MANY GETCHAS?? ]

[.. No seriously all these people are going to attack me because this is really mortifying. Actually. Being mauled by a tiger might be more pleasant.]

I.. Will drive past your house. And- then- uh if the lights are all out, I'll see who's around..

[She might be inching a little closer to you now, Sam. It's unclear if it is to hit him or try to hide behind his giant frame.]

[ Claire don't choke now you're carrying this. ]

One way or another I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha. [ And then more 'getchas' on autopilot as he prays that nobody's videotaping this OH GOD. ]

[SHE'S DOING HER BEST OKAY. She stops right next to him and gives him a hard nudge with her elbow once he seems to be.. Skipping. Saying getcha over and over again.

Claire manages a semi-apologetic look up at him after that.]

I'll get ya, I'll get ya. ...Gonna see ya, gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha- Ah- Oh. Liights are all out, I'll drive- follow your bus downtown..

Ow. You have really sharp elbows!

[ This is not as much of a whisper as he thought it was going to be. Whoops. The show must go on! ]

See who's hanging ouuuuuuuuut . . .

I thought your head was gonna explode or something! [She snaps back really quickly, then resumes singing.]

Gonna lose ya, gonna give you the slip. A trick of a hi- Wait? I- [She's lost on the words.] Gonna lose ya- This part gets reeeeeally complicated. [She half-sings the statement. Then.] .....Getcha getcha getcha getcha.

[ Okay, he can do this part! More with the getchas. Getcha getcha getcha getcha. ]

One way or another.. Getcha getcha.. One way or..

[Yeah she's just BSing the entire rest of the lyrics. Repeating the first verse over and over. GOD WHEN IS IT GOING TO END. GOD. PLEASE STOP.]

Gonna win ya getcha getcha . . .

[ And maybe God's not a total asshole because the song. Is. Over. He gives Claire a panicked look. ]

We should . . . leave.

[Her hand is gripping the mic like it's the only thing keeping her from falling into a dark abyss of doom.

When the song's over she looks at Sam, wide-eyed. Then nods.]

Uh. Yeah. Now.

[She drops the mic and hurriedly, starts to move to try to find an exit. Claire bumps into him a little on the way.]

sleep, sleep, sleep

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Saw what? Not me!

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