as promised; the fifth

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Cally notices the pillows and ambles over for a look; pillows! She likes pillows, they're soft and fluffy and apparently very, very rare. As such she is smiling.

...Because that is totally new]

Hey, what's this? Looks comfy!

[She currently wishes to snuggle in pillows; it is not a bad wish]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Hello, it is the girl with the halo of happiness that is so bright it is almost visible! Her appearances drags a little half-smile out of River, and she perhaps sits up a little so that, hypothetically, there may be room for a Cally.]

It's nesting. [It's a v. important biological urge, don't you know.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[Oh, don't be silly- it is visible! And Cally is already creeping closer; and perhaps mentally calculating what will happen if she launches herself at the pillows and hopes for the best.]

...What, like a bird or somethin'?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Dubious but patient look. She's okay with Cally being silly because of the aforementioned halo.]

It's instinctual to multiple species of mammal. Not confined to birds.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Oh. [And so Cally thinks this through... And then beams again; because life is too short for the loss of rainbows.]

Sounds interestin'; though I wonder if birds call it nestin' themselves. I mean, I bet they have their own special bird language and they call it something different; they probably worship it or something- perhaps it's a holy word! That'd be interestin', I suppose it's kinda valuable to them so it'd make a sort of sense if it was a holy word.

...I bet all those mammals call it different things as well; I wonder what they call it- though I bet it's pretty an' stuff! Most language is pretty; and they're all so different- have you ever noticed that? Everything is so different; I always wonder how people who have more than three languages in their head cope. It must be like they're on the edge of explosion all the time, I wonder if that's fun.

[Deeeeeeeeeep breath; and then she beams again. For she was with the babble even if nobody else (in the universe) was] Hey, can I sit with you for a bit?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[AWWWWW Cally. River can't help but smile through her babble, because Just That Infectious.]

If we start now, we can catalogue the etymology of bird languages. We can write books and be famous! [BEAMING BACK. And she draws her legs into herself a little to make room and pats a cushion next to her because OF COURSE YOU CAN SIT, CALLY.]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Oooh, that looks fun, and comfortable! Naminé smiles and poofs from the plane.... .... to return a few seconds later carrying her own (bright pink) pillow. She approaches River and holds it out to her.]

Here. This one is soft.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Awwwww! She gets a shy half-smile in return as River holds her hands out for the pillow, accepting it delicately, as if it was breakable.]

Xièxie nĭ.

You've got a share now.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Naminé hands it over gladly, her own smile even brighter at the acceptance.]

A share? What do you mean? [headtilt]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

In the store. You can sit in it now.

[Because she is nothing if not generous to her shareholders. Corporate giants like a River Tam can afford to be, you know.]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[She moves a bit closer, looking it over and marveling at how fluffy and awesome it is, almost like it's too sacred to sit in just yet.]

It looks comfortable. Where did you get all of the stuff?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Here and there. Made out of cloth and coverings - they're safe.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[And on that note, she sits! Oh, and how lovely and comfortable it is. ♥ She waves for River to come sit with her.]

I'm Naminé. What's your name?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Awwww. And she scoots on over, crossing her legs under herself comfortably.]

River.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Yaaay, making new friends is one of Naminé's favorite things! She grabs a smaller pillow from nearby and clutches it to her chest.]

That's a beautiful name.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Yours, too.

[:D :D :D :D

INARA WOULD OFFER TO COMB HER HAIR OR SOMETHING.


...Maybe they're not ready for that yet.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka, after the excitement of her previous evening, is now exploring the Plane with a certain amount of careful curiosity. She sees what River is doing and disappears for a moment, then returns with a huuuuuuuuge purple velvet pillow.]

Can I donate this to your cause?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River looks... confused for a moment but it clears (mostly), even if she does seem a little off-balance still.]

Hi.

[That may be a yes, or she may have just lost track of the question.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka speaks nutter, though River's mind is strange to her; she knows better than to try and delve into it.]

Here, take it. [She offers the pillow to River again, a gentle smile on her face. Almost motherly.]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Okay. [And, lo, the pillow is accepted with the great graveness demanded by the gravity of the situation, for pillows are Serious Business.

She still looks a little puzzled by something. Or maybe she's just distracted.]

Xièxie nĭ.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka just smiles.]

What is it?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

A cloth covering stuffed with soft materials for padding.

[...Oh, River. Yes, she did just outright misunderstand the question this time.]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, I don't speak-- what is that-- Chinese? I'm sorry.

This is a rather nice nest you're making. What's your name? I'm Sirkka.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

River.

[And she takes a moment to contemplate the placement of her new pillow, shifting others around a bit for precisely the right balance, aesthetically and strategically.

Once she's done with that, she starts tracing absent-minded circles in the fabrics of the comfy things immediate to her position.]

It's a dual language, dual culture. Hé​měi​​, bù​xiāng​fú​. (http://www.mdbg.net/chindict/chindict.php?page=worddict&wdrst=0&wdqb=in+harmony)

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

That must make things difficult. People don't always say what they mean. [She seats herself on a galaxy, not wanting to intrude on the pillow fort without an invitation.]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

I know what they mean.

[River considers her wealth of comfy things and graciously picks one out to offer to Sirrka.]

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

[After spotting the pillows, the Doctor poofs from the plane and reappears carrying a very thick quilt and a small-ish pink pillow.]

Tah-dah! Here we go.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[...'Okay', River's face says.

She may be reacting more to the Doctor's general appearance than his contributions.]

Xièxie nĭ.

[AND HELLO, YOU SEEM LIKE SOMEONE SHE'S TALKED TO BEFORE. In... multiple incarnations.]

[shutupk9.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[And he sits down in the middle of the pillow fort]

This is rather nice. You've done a wonderful job.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[With wine and bear, Sebastian collapses on the v soft nest.] I miss pillow forts. It's absolutely rubbish not being allowed to make them. Hannibal himself could not break through our defenses. He would have to stop at the gates or get himself some gently scented pillows.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[ALOYSIUS!!!!


- Oh. She guesses Sebastian being here is okay, too.

But the smile is largely directed towards the bear. Sorry.]

It's very strategic. [And she offers a blanket to Aloysius. In case he's cold!]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

In what way? [Sebastian tucks the blanket around Aloysius, petting his bear on the head.]

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[And lo, she helpfully begins pointing out the proper strategic advantages of her fort, starting with placement for maximum visibility (for them, naturally) through the benefits of the sofas and so on as cover and possible uses as weaponry.

And then she pats the pillow nearest her, somewhat self-satisfied.] We're prepared for attacks.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[appropriately impressed] Golly! You could win a war in this place!

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Skirmishes. [REALLY AWESOME SKIRMISHES.] We'd need more forts to win a war.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

We could establish some. All my family is gone now, so there isn't anyone to stop me from taking the pillows and blankets from their rooms.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[River looks a little doubtful, and - something else, something at the back of her mind confused.]

Return them by the due date.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Certainly. Mummy would be terribly cross with me if I didn't.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's a plan.

[:D

THEY ARE NOW CO-CONSPIRATORS!

This makes him marginally more worthy of attention.]