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ysabetwordsmith ([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith) wrote2020-04-15 01:37 am
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Cuddle Party

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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[personal profile] redsixwing 2020-04-24 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am not skilled at 'traveling,'" the gryphon replies. "But it's been a pleasure to hear you today." They settle in, making sure not to bump Sh'lainn on the way to assuming loaf pose. Feet tucked under, wings tucked in, tail straight out behind with its fan of feathers laid smooth.

They make a nod to Clarien, but the tufted ears stay trained on Nadine.
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[personal profile] we_are_spc 2020-04-26 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Nadine smiles around her pipes once more, "Perhaps I shall come again, then. It has been a pleasure to pla here."

Sh'lainn adapts herself to the gryphon's new position, curling up companionably by their side, and letting her eyes drift half-closed. She's still awake, but is now drifting with the music, letting it take the tention from her, as it so often does.
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[personal profile] redsixwing 2020-04-27 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you do, I'll come and listen." The gryphon settles a bit further, folded foreclaws disappearing into the fluffy breast feathers.

Shortly, the gryphon begins to purr, a deep rumble more felt than heard.
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[personal profile] we_are_spc 2020-04-28 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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That does it for Sh'lainn: she drifts off to nap, a small sigh escaping as her awareness slips away into dreams of sea and sky, and lush forests full of life.