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]

[ 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.

[decepting]

(There's a subtle twitching at the corners of her lips, her smile faltering every so slightly because it doesn't matter how she acts, how much she tries to pretend. Things now are different, and there's no overlooking all that's happened)

Perhaps not, but I was starting to think you were against all fun.

[nowonder]

[ He absolutely refuses to acknowledge it. If he does he'll have to consider how it's his fault that she's not smiling right, and this is no time. ]

All fun? . . . No. Not all fun.

[ He tilts her chin up with two fingers, almost roughly, considering her. He's not exactly what he remembers, through the fog of two lives lived, and he's not sure what she remembers, or doesn't - what she blames him for, or has forgiven, or never knew. She's made him smile, though. He hadn't expected that. ]

[decepting]

(All but forced to meet his gaze, she wonders, not for the first time, what he must think of her. The things she had done, the mistakes she had made, that cost them everything. It was so much easier to pretend. To act lime nothing had changed, when everything had)

Jefferson...

(It was barely a whisper, pained, as she searched for the right words. To apologize, to attempt to ease his guilt. But she'd always been better at lying. Truth was messy, complicated and painful. Lies were whatever she made them

With a gentle shake of her head, she attempted a smile once more. It was weak, even for her, never managing to reach her eyes, but it was there all the same)

You could have fooled me.

[nowonder]

[ His smile is crooked, his eyes wet, but his voice doesn't crack, and for that he's thankful. ]

Don't I always?

[ And that's a lie, too - because since she'd gone he'd become disgustingly transparent, nothing like the man she once knew, not even like the man he became. He loves her, and it's a weakness, but he can't help himself. Even after all this time, through the tears and frustration and madness, he can't not love her. ]

[ The kiss is light, barely there, more a breath than a brush of lips - and he lets his fingers wander to a wisp of hair at her temple, brushing it back. ]

[ That's all he knows how to do. ]

[decepting]

(There was a time when it wasn't such a lie. When he was the only person capable of surprising her and, for the longest time, she had utterly loathed him for it. Or at least, that was what she'd always told herself. Yet another lie to distract from the messy truth.

And wasn't love the messiest truth of all?

It comes so quickly that she can't even prepare for it. Feather light, a gentle heat against her lips. Then it's gone, and yet she can't bring herself to move. Not closer, not further away. Too afraid that anything she does might spoil it.

This one, perfect moment.

Her eyes drifting closed, she turns her face. Just enough so that his fingertips brush gently across her cheek)

[nowonder]

[ Once, a very long time ago, Jefferson told her that she was a wonder. They had been in Wonderland at the time, had been laughing, high on adrenaline after stealing something precious and causing a little bodily harm on the way out. He had touched her cheek, just like this, in the middle of their flight. They had almost gotten caught. ]

[ He won't say it now - he can't say it now - but he can look at her. And he does, frowning, almost puzzled at the fact that she's truly here. ]

You . . .

[ And what to say after that? Isn't that all of it? Fear and confusion bubbling in his stomach at the way she doesn't move, doesn't step forward or backward, he makes a snap decision as he always does and pulls her forward roughly. This is a different kind of kiss. ]

[ Somehow, even now, he has hope. But hopes have been dashed before. ]

[decepting]

(It seemed a lifetime ago now, when they had last been together last this. Smiling and laughing, left breathless with exhilaration, happy. Something she had once thought was entirely beyond her.

It's the sound of his voice that has her eyes drifting open. The memory of a time when those words had been spoken to her in genuine admiration, over the sound of their racing heartbeats. There wasn't enough time to formulate a response before she was being crushed against his chest, his lips pressed to hers with bruising force.

Once again, he had managed to catch her off her guard, and several brief moments passed before she could force herself to move. When she finally did, it was quickly, easily. As if they had never stopped. One arm looped around his waist, fingers curling in the material of his shirt and holding him to her, while her free hand cupped the back of his neck gently)