[Mysteriously, a pile of pillows (both couch pillows and bed pillows) and blankets (again; both for beds and throws) appears to be growing from a pair of couches pushed together, cushions to cushions. The origins are uncertain, though a few may be recognizable as having previous lives on the plane (before becoming part of the Collective, that is), and some of them may be from a certain Firefly-class starship, and a few may not have any origin at all, but instead born of some basic need for something comfortable, warm, and snuggly.
After a moment, the pile's creator appears again, carrying her last few blankets and seats herself on the couches, revealing them to be a sort of extremely soft nest.
She would not object if anyone were to bring extra offerings of more pillows, blankets, or even (decadence!) stuffed animals.]
After a moment, the pile's creator appears again, carrying her last few blankets and seats herself on the couches, revealing them to be a sort of extremely soft nest.
She would not object if anyone were to bring extra offerings of more pillows, blankets, or even (decadence!) stuffed animals.]
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