Cuddle Party

[ysabetwordsmith]

Everyone needs contact comfort sometimes. Not everyone has ample opportunities for this in facetime. So here is a chance for a cuddle party in cyberspace. Virtual cuddling can help people feel better.

We have a cuddle room that comes with fort cushions, fort frames, sheets for draping, and a weighted blanket. A nest full of colorful egg pillows sits in one corner. There is a basket of grooming brushes, hairbrushes, and styling combs. A bin holds textured pillows. There is a big basket of craft supplies along with art markers, coloring pages, and blank paper. The kitchen has a popcorn machine. Labels are available to mark dietary needs, recipe ingredients, and level of spiciness. Here is the bathroom, open to everyone. There is a lawn tent and an outdoor hot tub. Bathers should post a sign for nude or clothed activity. Come snuggle up!

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No brains, no motivation, few spoons

[fuzzyred]

*flop* Cuddles please?
-Fuzzy J

Found some brains...

[fuzzyred]

Fuzzy J wanders into the cuddle party, wearing her purple tights with unicorns and diamonds on them, and a dark purple t-shirt with lighter purple birds in the shape of a heart, with her fuzzy red bathrobe over top. She floats a tray of chocolate chip cookie cups onto the table, still warm from the oven. Vanilla and chocolate ice cream get floated into the freezer, while chocolate sauce, caramel sauce and a variety of sprinkles join the cookie cups on the table.

Food away, she flops into the nest of pillows and sets down her craft bag. Today it contains her current knitting proect, spare yarn, a crochet hook and instructions, if she feels like learning new things, two colouring books, a sketch book and silk crayons. For now though, she dons a "She/her" sticker, a "New Shifter" sticker and a sticker that says "Cuddles please!" in bright red font. She snuggles into the nest, deciding that softness and cuddles take precedence; crafts can wait till later.

[shadowhive]

A cuddle room sounds so amazing 🥰

[technoshaman]

The bear wanders in with his usual bucket of caramelcorn, and a couple of freshly roasted chickens with various root veggies courtesy of his new auxiliary bonus teenager (which he may convince to join here?)... deft work with the shears quarters the chicken, and he purloins a dark quarter, adds some of J's cookies, and flops semi-gracefully into the pile with J and Ysabet.

Need a break

[dialecticdreamer]

Dialecticdreamer wanders, wall-eyed and shambling, into the cuddle party, takes a "Cuddles YES!" sticker and puts it upside down on her shirt. The She/Her pronoun sticker manages to end up right side up, but at a steep angle near her right shoulder.

She wanders to a tall couch, and settles carefully on it.

All the while, her lips keep moving silently as she continues to think about the story she's getting ready for posting.

Floppy

[librarygeek]

(stickers she OR they, HUGS offered and cheerfully accepted once I know you're there)

Warning: with current medical conditions, startle reflex is high, and anything other than light touch feels like I'm bruising.

I had to go through our children's books today, because SlytherClaw Teen doesn't want kiddie cooking and history books taking up valuable shelf space.

Sorting through that is emotionally painful for a library technical assistant. But we made space, and I know younger kids who will be interested. :-)

Brought blueberry biscuits, chocolate chip biscuits, and the icing is on the side, in a nice little warmer. Also spiced cold cider, to suit the fall weather, but still humid and hard to breathe here.

I have Zentangle art supplies, and am looking through www.dharmatrading.com for tie dye supplies including clothing. I can't reach my sewing machine right now! :-)

Arrives, somewhat disheveled

[ng_moonmoth]

*drags in and opens a large suitcase*

*pulls out a box, about a 1m cube. The edges are glowing blue, and very difficult to focus on.*

*opens the top of the box, and pulls out a small keg of Guinness, a large pot of Irish stew, a couple loaves of soda bread, and a crock of Irish butter. The last looks far yellower than one would expect absent food color, but it really is that color.*

*closes the lid of the box. Starts pushing on opposite sides, which, surprisingly, moves them toward each other. Switches sides every so often as the cube shrinks, and eventually vanishes*

Well, that was A Day! Started out in Dublin at 06.00 after three weeks of sightseeing and attending the World and European Science Fiction Conventions, for the first of two air legs that eventually fetched us up in an unnamed Midwestern town, where we will be attending a nibling's wedding this weekend, almost 24 hours later. Hence the goodies. The interdimensional gateway is my way of dealing with Guinness' not traveling well, but Charlie Stross has made it clear that leaving such things lying around is a Real Bad Idea. So I vanished it.

*locates bowls, plates, glasses, spoons, knives, and a ladle for the pot. Puts the pot on the stove, and the other items nearby. Pulls the knitting bag out of the suitcase, sets it in an out-of-the-way corner, and goes off to join the knitters*