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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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From: (Anonymous)

Buries self in nest

*sigh*

*flop*

From:

we_are_spc

*pokes head out* "Want to join me in the fort? Looks like you might need cuddles..."

From: (Anonymous)

*twines* *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

From:

we_are_spc

*petpet* *purpur* Scritches? feather tickles?

-T~

From: (Anonymous)

SKRITCH SKRITCH SKRITCH SKRITCH SKRITCH

From:

we_are_spc

Trausio comes alone, this time (For now) in her winged elven form, andfinds a place to build a framed blanket fort with a nest of pillows inside. There is a flap, and the fort is inclosed on three sides, but is able to be tardised on the inside for the number of coddlers it holds.

There is a sign above the door:
"fort is open for business; all cuddles welcome; ask before entering, please.

she curlsup in the nest, content to see who will amble by, singing softly to herself as she plays with energy tendrils with her fingers. If one looks, they will see that they change colors, and not all are visible to the 'human' eye, though they are visible to other species' eyes who can see such.

From:

ysabetwordsmith

Your cuddle delivery is here. :D

From:

we_are_spc

Yaaay! *cuddles up*

How've you been? Like I've been MIA for a while now, and I just now feel, again, like I can interact for longer than five sconds. LOL

-T~

From:

ysabetwordsmith

I've been doing yardwork and catching up on poetry stuff. I finished my summer writing for Llewellyn! \o/

From:

we_are_spc

o.o Go you!

I've been busy bonding with a new friend. There's a kinship there, which is...kind of rare these days. Other than s couple others who get me (In which you are included) there aren't many who I feel this level of kinship for outside my chosen household members. It's interesting the perspective they bring to my life, and I didn't realize how much I needed it until it was there.

It's probably part of the reason I feel like I can stand up again. Metaphorically speaking.

Have te trees started turning yet?

-T~

From:

dewline

*sits down, clutching a cushion for six hours*

From:

dreamwriteremmy

Yoite and Julian both wander over towards the person clutching their pillow, keeping enough distance to be both present but not intrusive. Yoite curls up with his head in Julian's lap wrapped under the fleece blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Julian glances at

dewline as he strokes his right hand through Yoite's hair (which is getting rather long), "If you want to come closer to me and my little brother, you're welcome. I still have my left arm free."

From:

dewline

"Thanks, but I'm okay with this. It was what I needed."

*rises up slowly and carefully, hands over the cushion to the kind neighbours making the offer, and moves on back to their works...*

From:

ng_moonmoth

Still jangly from being in the same house, let alone in the same room, with coverage of that shouting match Tuesday evening.

*pulls out two good-sized pans of lasagna, one marked "Bison", the other marked "Vegetarian", from a hot bag*

*not up to setting up the usual stickers right now*

I have brought comfort food. I am in need of some serious comforting. Anything about the event that's got me upset is ill-suited to this post, so I have a post of my own over here for such comments.

*curls up with the stuffie in a soft corner of the room*

From:

ysabetwordsmith

Bison lasagna? *DEVOUR*

We made our bison crumble again this week. The first night we serve it in blue corn tortillas as taco filling, the second we put it between two with shredded cheese to make quesadillas. Both versions are scrumptious. :D I shall make that my contribution here!

>> I am in need of some serious comforting. <<

*hugs offered*

From:

ng_moonmoth

>> Bison lasagna? *DEVOUR* <<

Indeed. And using mozzarella di bufala in the layers.

>> We made our bison crumble again this week [...] I shall make that my contribution here! <<

Thanks. Maybe I'll be in the mood for it later, once things settle down a bit.

>> *hugs offered* <<

Gratefully accepted.

*uncurls enough to hug back, sandwiching the stuffie*

From:

ysabetwordsmith

>> Indeed. And using mozzarella di bufala in the layers.<<

I have not had that, but the romi was excellent with bison.

>> *uncurls enough to hug back, sandwiching the stuffie* <<

*HUGS*

From:

kshandra

"Bison?!"

K`shandra wanders in, wearing a pink nightshirt that is easily 20 years old, and possibly closer to 30. It has an all-over print of soft grey teddy bears resting on crescent moons; there is a pocket over the left breast with the same motif as an applique. Her feet are ensconced in burgundy down-filled slippers lined with black fleece.

She smiles at the moonmoth. "I haven't had bison lasagna since the last time I made it, and that was much longer ago than I'd care to admit." She cuts a hearty square of it and carefully extracts it from the pan onto her plate. (Being "omnivorous and unafraid," to quote a former roommate, she is interested in the veggie as well, but will wait until everyone who needs the veggie option has had the chance to partake.)

Curling up on a floor cushion, K`shandra's eyes alight upon the hair-care implements and she smiles, grateful that she opted for an undercut in the summer heat this year, rather than having it all cut down. A good long session with a brush will do her a world of good.

But first, dinner.