sleep, sleep, sleep

[connike]

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.

meme taken from here
originally posted by memeswearhouse

Comments

[nowonder]

I need everything I can get, to handle you. [ He lowers the pillow still more. ] Every little bit helps.

Wow, that tag is reason number 10984039 I shouldn't reply on my cell

[decepting]

Am I really so difficult? (It's asked in all innocence, but she doesn't bother waiting for an answer before making another dive. This time for the pillow in his hand)

damn autocorrect! /shakes fist

[nowonder]

You - [ And there, she's got the end of the pillow. He lets out an overdramatic sigh. ] Clearly are. [ He tries to tug it back. You know he needs that! For self-defense. ]

It was bad on just so many levels

[decepting]

I'm simply doing what I can to keep your life interesting. (She teased, lips curved into a triumphant little smile) You might grow bored without me. (Hand it over, Jefferson. There's no defense that can stop her)

[nowonder]

And as usual you've succeeded. [ He relinquishes the pillow, with a very catlike I-didn't-want-it-anyway expression. ] My life will never be ordinary again.

[decepting]

(Her smile faltering slightly, for once not an act, she hugged the pillow to her chest) Would you prefer that? An ordinary life?

[nowonder]

[ She gets a look like she's just sprouted eight extra heads; his voice has a sharp edge that wasn't present before, a hint of desperation. ] No!

[decepting]

Good. (While her smile is back, as if it had never disappeared to begin with, there's a strange kind of relief at his answer. As if she truly wasn't sure what he was going to say) It was worth asking, I suppose.

[nowonder]

[ If he weren't still crawling out of that moment of near-panic, he'd pay more attention to her discomfort. As it is, he tugs the pillow back towards himself slightly, for something to do with his hands, and shakes his head. ]

The answer is always going to be no. A loud no. I had enough of that.

[decepting]

(Despite her own moment of doubt, she doesn't relinquish her grip on the pillow, instead using his pull as an excuse to move closer. Just slightly) Good. Because I've gotten rather used to having you around. (What? That was totally a compliment)

[nowonder]

[ Used to it she might be, but it's actually been some time for him since - family, completeness, all that. He hesitates again, tempted to move away, but then half-shrugs and drums his fingers ineffectually on the seam of the pillow. ]

I'm insidious like that.

[decepting]

(Slowly, and with great reluctance, she forces her fingers to uncurl from the thin material of the pillowcase. Holding both hands up so her palms were facing him. Not a surrender quite yet, just letting go of this particular weapon)

Saying it like that makes it sound like such a bad thing.

[nowonder]

[ A curious gesture - but then, it's Alice. He holds the pillow to his chest. ]

I've been told it is.

[decepting]

It's not. (There wasn't even a moment of hesitation to this response) You shouldn't listen to anyone who says otherwise.

[nowonder]

I rarely listen to anyone. [ And - look at that, that is a legitimate grin. ] You should know.

[decepting]

I do. (Allowing herself to relax once more, she knelt quickly to retrieve one of the fallen pillows. Let him have his ammunition. She didn't need much) You always were too stubborn.

[nowonder]

Pot, kettle.

[decepting]

(You remember that pillow, Jefferson? You might want to duck)

Yes, but I like to think I was never annoyingly so.

[nowonder]

You like to [ oof ] think so? [ He rubs his temple. Stupid pillow. ] That was positively angelic, of course.

[decepting]

(He's such a delicate little flower) Are you really going to refuse to have any sort of fun? (Yes, things have changed, most of them for the worst, but she remembers him being more lively)

[nowonder]

Oh, no. This is a very serious situation. I'm being assaulted with poor-quality pillows. Isn't that a crime?

I should call the sheriff. Have you handcuffed.

[decepting]

It's only a crime if you can prove it. (Leaning closer, her eyes narrowed as she pretended to inspect his face) I don't see any bruises. (Drawing back, her gaze fell to the pillows on the ground)

Everything appears to be intact. You wouldn't want to waste the sheriff's time like this, would you?

[nowonder]

Mm, true . . . [ He watches her as she pulls away, as she looks away. ] Maybe I should take matters into my own hands.

[decepting]

(The response garners a smile that's almost childlike in it's purity) And how would you propose doing that?

[nowonder]

[ He hedges, hesitates, flinches like a songbird confronted by a well-matched rival. Which is what she was, not what she became, and certainly not what she is now. ]

If I told you . . . That wouldn't be much fun.