Your OC Is Having A Sleepover With The OC Above

Argal I'm pinging you as it's been over a month. I hope you are okay with this! There is a guide near the end with what he is saying if you don't understand

Rhubarb knocked on the door. The door was opened for him and he happily strutted in. "So'y fo' co'i'g in ju' li'e t'at, I t'ough' I woul' su'pi'se you!" Rhubarb said with his hands at his hips. He thought that maybe J would need a bit of cheering up, especially after learning more about her. If he could, he would have felt bad. Instead, he felt a burning desire to cheer her up and make her into a positive little gremlin like himself. He couldn't see anything as nearly nothing in the room was moving, aside from the occasional flutter of one of her pigeons in the background. Even when they did move, it was too dark for Rhubarb to see almost at all. He decided to let his hearing be his guide, like how he was in the ocean at night. He had a faint smell of sea salt on him.

"Why am I 'e'e? We', you loo' li'e you coul' use a frien'!" Happily explained Rhubarb as he walked around J's apartment. He carefully learned the layout quickly by hearing where the echo of his footsteps were coming from. It explained why he was walking around the apartment so much. "I' rea'y da' in 'e'e, why do' you tur' on so'e li's?" Rhubarb asked, now walking up to J. "Oh, you do' li'e li's? T'at ist . . . I' hur's you? T'at ist- T'at ist new . . ." Rhubarb seemed almost ashamed on how he had already forgotten about how poor J's eyes were when it came to lighting. "We'e twi's! Bo'h wi'h bad mem'ry!" The leviathan laughed, trying to make the best of the poor situation he had put them both in.

Eventually, Rhubarb and J made their way to the bedroom. Rhubarb was gently shaking his head back and forth so he could see around him. The room was gently lit with aromatic candles and a large bird cage near the corner, hosting some crows inside. "Wow, you li'e bir's? I t'ink t'at t'ey are coo'. Do t'ey habe na'es or do t'ey ju' exis'?" He asked once more like a curious child. He yawned and stretched, soon laying himself on the floor. He was gestured towards the bed, though he shook his head no. "I' no' my roo', you shoul' slee' on your be'. So'eone who le's so'on' slee' o'er dese'ves be'er t'an t'e floo'."

"I fou' so'e stuff t'e o'er day abou' you." Rhubarb stated, looking up towards J. He took his hoodie off. "A lo' o' i' was trie' 'o be hidden, bu' I fou' i'. I don' li'e how you hur' peo'e, bu' t'ey seem' 'o no' li'e you much. Why can' you ju' wo' i' ou'? I know t'ey we'e ba' and mea', bu' you do' see' li'e t'at! You see' ver' ni'e!" The sea creature reassured the 'human.' He had on a wide innocent smile, one that could warm even the darkest of hearts. "I' you wa', I can co'e alo' an' try 'o ge' t'em to li'en an' you a' ca' be frien's!" Rhubarb blindly suggested as if J hadn't been through hell and back by the ones who had hurt her. In his eyes, he saw an opportunity to bring people together despite anything, and he believed he could undo years of abuse just by trying to be friendly with one another.

Some time had past and Rhubarb was getting tired. He had talked himself nearly to sleep, though his positive attitude knew not what sleepiness was. "You ca' slee' on your be', I pro'se. I li'e t'e floo'!" Rhubarb was using his hoodie as a blanket and made a pillow out of some spare clothes he found laying around. It wasn't the most comfy, but it worked for now. Plus, he more so wanted to make sure she was comfortable in this situation. "I t'ink we go 'o slee' now, i' ge'i'g la'e. Goo'ni'h, J! I ho'e you ha'e grea' dreams!" The leviathan wished J as he then rested his head on his makeshift pillow and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.

PK_Skeletons whoops, forgot to ping

     Water, fire, anything that could damage a paper bag Smiley wasn't the biggest fan of. He was an even lesser fan of walls that, if broken, could cause a violent shift in air pressure. He should have hated Rhubarb's place, he should have avoided it. Yet "unhappiness" and all its synonyms weren't in Smiley's vocabulary. Neither was it in Rhubarb's. It was what enticed him to come in the first place.

     Smiley slowly snaked his way around the room, the crude smiley face on his paper bag staring out through each and every window, sometimes tilting the other way to observe the trinkets all around. "My, my, my. :) What a colorful room. What a pretty room. :)" he commented. "It's like something out of a dream! :) It reminds me of dream resorts children always wanted to go to. :) Do you remember those? I remember those. :) I wanted to go to one. :) Being here is like I'm in one right now. How happy it makes me. :) Look, my smile is so, so wide now. Can't you see, can't you see? :)" He turned to face Rhubarb and pointed at his smile. 

     "You too, you have a big, big smile. Biggest I've ever seen! :) How amazing, how amazing. :) I would have a smile that big, big, big too if I lived in such a pretty room. :)" Smiley strode over to stand right in front of Rhubarb, his head tilting. "I've never seen anything like you. Not at all, not at all. :) What are you, what are you? :) Are there others like you? Are they in rooms like this? :) Are they just as happy? :)" He crouched down. "I bet that even if they weren't, you could make them very, very happy. :) You have a bright energy and a bright smile, it's contagious. It makes me very happy, too. :) I like your energy. I like you. :) Let's have a lot of fun at this sleepover, okay? :)" He straightened up. "What should we do first? :)"

Whatever house your character is in, Smiley will most likely have broken in and claim he's there for a sleepover

Well this was .. odd. Bucket was sure her house was secure enough to hold out any pests that might get in but then again she wasn’t always right, machines weren’t always right despite what her wife would say . This intruder was peculiar , it didn’t look like a machine, was it a machine? It had to be somehow, someway .. Or at least that’s what her circuits wanted to believe for the time being.

“Aha, sleepover? That’s what you want?” Bucket knew of those as younger bots tended to engage in those activities but the bot was by no means an expert , let alone had one before . Or maybe she had and just didn’t consider them to be a ‘sleepover’. “I think uh, I wouldn’t mind!” She would chirp, slapping a half hearted smile on her screen to display for the unwarranted guest. “You could uh, knock next time though instead of, y’know breaking in .” She’d murmur , trying to test the waters and see how potentially dangerous this intruder was.

 She’d pause again , thinking up a quick idea for this sleepover. If this intruder was dangerous, which admittedly it was possibly a yes since they did break and enter, perhaps she could try her little rehabilitation charm? It seemed like a wild idea instead of, y’know, calling authorities, but for Bucket it seemed logical ! Besides, this guest was probably just .. misguided ! They did have a smiley face after all, and a smiley face is positive ! Which is good enough in the bot’s books. 

“Sleepover, right , say I’m not the best at knowing what to do at these kinds of meetings but, I can provide some uh, advice!” She offered, motioning to the living room as she’d glance at a clock. Sleepovers last till dawn breaks, don’t they? She could talk for a few hours, that wouldn’t be hard and she had enough charge.

“Please, have a seat! You can stay for as long as you’d like I suppose?” She would beep , clasping her hands together as to appear friendlier instead of like a timid animal. Slowly back walking to the living room as to keep an eye on Smiley and make sure he followed and didn’t wander .

“Aha, shall we start with your smile? Nothing bad about it, it looks quite .. good on you!” She’d say, attempting to weed out any possible tension. “I hear smiles are a sign of joy and to me that’s quite a nice thing to possess, wouldn’t you agree?” 

NP: bucket's house is a cottage and is more or less cottagecore-y . very soft colours and very cozy atmosphere , well kept and all that jazz

Stephanie had no idea that phones could act like humans. She was aware of the technological advancements made over the years in regard to her favored device of communication, especially when it came to helping others, but this, this was a new venture entirely. A fully sentient phone with human-like traits.

She stood idlely buy as 6's hand trembled, unsure of where to go forward, outside of perhaps, baking something. She nodded, smiling at 6S in a way to ease her nerves.

"Ooh yeah, we could do that! Is there anything specific you like baking?"

cohost - i had like a paragraph way earlier but i decided i'd continue it so here you go .

JacobToonz - and for You

@ NP: go crazy, she can stay at your character's place, her place, or wherever. if you decide to have your character hang out at hers, though, then here's some bedroom information. [and some optional info on the base if you want it]

i got sour cream and cheddar chips and they kind of suck

     En and Maribelle sat silently in the main room of Otto's home. Minutes passed. What felt like hours passed. The few times Maribelle would look En's way he would offer an awkward smile, grimacing at the quiet reply he'd get.
     It was the first time it had just been them. Otto had to leave to meet with someone and told En to babysit. When he brought up that she was old enough to look after herself, he heard a thread of scowls, growls, and profanities, and somehow the word "sleepover". What better way to make him look after her than phrasing it like that?

     But... En had never been to a sleepover. He didn't even know what one was. Did... Did she?

     "Umm--" He shivered when she looked at him. Apple didn't fall far from the tree. Her glare was worse than Otto's, though-- full of authentic teenage disinterest. It was like his royal recital all over again.
     Suddenly, something stirring in his memories made him perk. "Oh! You were practicing with a sword, right? Maybe we can spar? I'll need to know what style you use, but I think it'd be fun to figure out and adapt to!" Yes, this would be the best sleepover ever.

You can reply to him, his older self, or evil AU!

I struck Robi odd when Phoenix told him that a wayward soul has found himself stranded in the middle of the ocean that enwrapped most of Gaia and now he was whisked to his remote island paradise and told to 'look after him for a day while she searched his origins and send him a one way ticket back home'.

So now, En was now in Robi's company as a guest, in a room where clocks tirelessly tick away the ambience of his quarters, silent gazes past each other like bullets in a gunfight; Though in most cases it's Robi's that seems to exist whether there's a fight going on. He solemnly clips the lower lip with his teeth as he unanimously studies the subject; From the dirt of the scruff's shoes to the exquisitive details of the blades he carries. He wants to know where he procured those examples but a gut instinct holds him back.

Though, he can always relied on his rifles when he faced down opponents bearing terrific magical spells. Especially the one who protects their devoted Queen like the last being on Gaia.

"So, yer name's En? My assistant filled me in... she tends to pick up a lot about whoever she meets but uhhh... i guess you're stuck here, in the middle of nowhere." He spoke, breaking the silence at last. "Normally, this island does not allow foreigners but you don't seem ill-willed to cause any damage... which I strongly advise you don't... just think of me as the caretaker. Anyways, I guess you're going to remain here for the night; If you're hungry then I might cook up something... Even if yer a prince, I am not the sort who mingles with nobility, despite my status... as I've experienced in my life..." He informed the lad and leans back on the plush sofa. "you can leave your blades anywhere' Promise I won't touch em... they seem to be more valuable to ya then all the trinkets I know... but thieves on the other hand... heh...

well... let's say they fetch a pretty penny round these parts...."

Go ham with my FF9 boy. He's a bit of a gun nut.

\/ (Oh nono, you did good but I'll certainly did Isla justice.)

"oh? Well... I uhhh..." Robi went as Isla oogled the various firearms lined neatly across the walls. "Well, they're not nessecarily special in any case but they did save my ass a lot of times. The on-" 

Before he droned on, he remembered how the human played a lot of video games, according to his assistant; Giving how she was the only outside source of information regard Earth, he had some prior knowledge on the subject. Especially when Isla mentioned something about Final Fantasy, pointing out the apparent Rapier that was owned by a particular apprentice. Though there was the particular installment, especially the 9th one. How did the humans on earth manage to captivate the woven adventures of his twin brother by any chance?

"Oh that? Well, that's owned by my lil brother. I'm still raising him up to be my successor... as for this Final Fantasy... The Silver Rapier is my own personal airship... though.

I guess you know or probably played this Final Fantasy IX?" He spoke, clicking his lips when he pondered a little more; He was a little intrigued with this digitalised entertainment himself so this common hobby might come to use. "Whatever you see in that. That's not entirely true... a lot of you humans do tend to fantasize some things into your fictions but what really happened is a lot different. Like for instance.

How did I become the twin brother of the game's protaganist Zidane Tribal?

I brought guns in quite early you see..." He sniffed and wields his earliest work; A simple hand-crafted musket. "We didn't take turns fighting monsters... its either us or them eating us for dinner. So, I had to make use of my intellect to make these rifles just so I can have a tail still attached. They helped me win the fight with Beatrix, sure I might be blowin' my own trumpet but I pulled out Zidane after hitting her enough to force her to retreat with Branhe.

Anyways, if you're here to stay for the night then I can make us dinner and show ya around my island home. It wouldn't bother me much. Just as long you don't disturb any of the prototype devices and gadgets I have lying around. I'm a bit of an OCD kinda guy." He spoke further, his tail swishing lazily when he spoke of his finicky eye for alignment. "Or you can ask me any more questions about the game cos I can explain what really happened."

"Me mother sucks all the eggs." Isla thought to herself as she entered Robi's room. The first thing she saw upon entering was the various amount of guns, all neatly put together in a row. Now, Isla herself didn't really care about the guns, she never used them and had no plan to do so. But she knew that they would hurt others in bad ways, having read the news. Just another reason not to go outside. She sighed, staring right at the bed. Oh, how she craved the nurturing comfort of a mattress for her back. It wasn't aching, mind you, she just didn't want to stand. Still, Isla couldn't afford to look like a complete jerk, so taking one last look at the guns, she glanced toward Robi.

"Oy, er, Robi is it? Y'got a nice collection of guns, or somethin' like that." Isla's voice tapered off near the end, almost as if she had forced the compliment from out of her throat. "Y'know how you got all these things 'ere?" She asked. The rest of this diatribe was a bit of blur as she sat on the bed, but she swore she heard something about self-defense or protection. Something a gun owner would say. Apparently, he liked to build his own guns, something about keeping his family safe. In any case, as Robi continued to drone on about his guns, Isla placed a hand under her chin and began to doze off, more than ready to slip into slumber.

But as Isla was fighting her eyelids, she caught a glimpse of Robi, finishing up his spheal and showcasing some of his more prized possessions. With that, Isla needed a distraction in order to keep Robi out of her hair. That was when she caught sight of...it. The most prized possession of Robi's collection. The tool that had come to his aid so many times in the past. The Silver Rapier. Large, proud and shining among the other trivial stars in the room, Isla's eyes lit up like a kid swimming in presents underneath the Christmas Tree, pointing toward the rapier with childlike wonder. "Yoooo, what's this?"

As soon as Isla pointed the rapier out, she swooned. "Bruh, I saw a sword just like that in one of me games. Final Fantasy I think it was? You gotta tell me more about that!"

And that's exactly what he did.

I hope I was able to do Robi justice OP!

To NP: Isla loves video games, so hopefully you can work something regarding that in here!

((back at reviving threads heeheee)))

This was a child, a literal child. Novem had no idea where Isla's parents were, though the girl wasn't particularly young, requiring her parents to hold her hand or supervise her. Nevertheless, Novem found the situation unusual and something he hadn't experienced before. Regardless, he would handle it.

"Isla, was it? I'm not sure how you found yourself here, but don't worry. A friend of mine will be here shortly; she might be able to keep you company while I figure out where you need to be heading." Novem dismissively waves to Isla, deciding to involve Una to keep her company while he sorts out the situation.

Una would be instructed to entertain Isla in Novem's absence, as she likely had more patience and experience dealing with children than Novem himself.  He didn't really have any video games on hand, but they were easy enough to get.

NP: Novem will let you in if you're lost/need help for a bit because he is SUCH a great guy.  OR maybe he's visiting you because he misses/wants to see you <:)  kick him to curb.

((FAU LMAO-))

Aloofcloud ^ SHE'S SEEIN THE RED FLAGS AND CHOOSES TO IGNORE THEM//

"I'm kind of surprised you wanted to come over." Fau chuckled, settling down in bed with a bag of chips. "Usually I'm the one asking to hang out with you." In a way, she didn't exactly blame him. The hotel's atmosphere could be a bit much, and she did live in her own hotel. It's not exactly ideal, but at least she kept it nice. The only downside was how loud the downstairs could get, and how some people would party in their rooms until the early morning hours. 

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas after all. She'd overheard plenty of crazy scenarios and stories. 

"Did you want to go out? It's not like anything's closing anytime soon." She would have to get dressed if that were the case. She'd already changed out of her work attire into some sweats and a t-shirt. "I'll do anything, honestly. It isn't like I need to sleep." It was hard for her to contain her excitement. Novem usually visited her when she called upon him for some sort of outing, or if he needed something. It didn't seem like he needed any sort of favor..at least, not yet. 

As fun as it was to mess around with her powers, and help him out with little things, she was seeing a pattern. Ah, but what's the harm in it? If he didn't enjoy her company, he wouldn't come around on other occasions. After all, she would ask plenty things of someone if they could help her. 

@ np; if your character is a child, it will be Fau's MISSION to find the parents akdghsjd she doesn't like kids and also doesn't think it's safe for one to be alone in Vegas! For adult OCs, a sleepover with her could consist of card games (like 'For the Girls' or 'Cards Against Humanity'), movies, gambling downstairs, etc

She owns a hotel and lives in her own private suite kajshdj

v hii please don't godmod my OCs (aka play as them) it's just common RP courtesy not to do so to prevent OOC interactions ;;

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Claim Spinebby (I hope this is ok!)

To be honest, 6s wasn’t sure how she ended up in this situation.

A hotel suite, in the middle of Vegas. This was definitely something not in the ordinary for 6s, yet, she did her best with the cards she had been dealt in this situation. Specifically, a hand consisting of an eight of spades, a five of hearts, and a king.

“I fold,” she laughs, the volume from the cheesy movie playing on the hotel television clouding her thoughts. “I’ve never have good luck with these games.” She sits there, trying to think of something the two of them could do.

“Ooh, wait! I have an idea! How about we order room service for the movie?” Eagerly, 6s runs to the hotel phone, dialing the number. She looks over at Faustina while she speaks, taking her order as well.

“Can we get some regular cheese nachos…” she looks at Faustina’s lips, reading her words, “…and surprise me with anything that isn’t bitter, with no lime either?” She finishes the conversation on the other side of the phone, and walks back over.

“It’ll be here in thirty minutes or so.” She relaxes, shifting to a more comfortable sitting position. “In the meantime, how about you tell me about yourself?”

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np: 6s would be relatively chill at a sleepover!! She would probably invite your character to watch a movie, play a board game, etc. Relatively casual. Please ping!