The first rule of pillow fight club-

[feistytrader]

[It's past 10pm, and the dining room is now the dining stadium.

...Well, dining doesn't really have anything to do with it right now, but that's not the point. The point is that the huge table in the dining room is both completely clear and surrounded by blankets from the storage room. The chairs next to it have all been pushed back against the wall for spectators. A couple of chairs are occupied with disinfectant and bandages, just in case; anything that can't be fixed with that will have to head to the first aid room. There's also a good amount of water available, because beating each other up with pillows is thirsty work.

And finally, Silver sits on top of the table as people pour in, because of course one of the shithead teenagers had to be responsible for something like this. He stands up and begins to speak once enough people have arrived; his voice is calm, but it does carry rather impressively for someone who's usually rather quiet.]

Alright. I don't know what you guys are used to, but back at home, we fight with rules, like civilized people.

[Not that Silver has ever cared about rules, but when lives are very much at stake, that's a good place to start.]

When you're ready to duke it out, you get up on this table. Your goal is to knock whatever sorry guy thought it was a good idea to pick a fight with you off. You're not allowed to touch anyone with anything other than your pillow in here, so don't try anything funny.

[...There are plenty of people he couldn't really enforce that with, but maybe if he sounds confident enough, people will stick to it.]

If you want to group up into pairs or something, I don't care, but remember that there's only so much table.

So who wants to go first?

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[feistytrader]

[Entirely too eager to beat the absolute snot out of anyone- or get the snot beaten out of him, as long as someone's getting their ass beat here- Silver points at the first person catches his eye.]

Come on. I'll take you on.

[matchbreaker]

You sure, red?

[ HEH HEH HEH.

She's smirking, with her pillow up against her chin like she's some cool badass or something.

#somature ]

[feistytrader]

Of course I'm sure. I've never been surer in my life.

[He's leaping right on the damn table, let's fucking do this.]

[matchbreaker]

[ HEHE HEH

Okay she will get on there too. Also leaping, also landing with a graceful poof, and swinging her pillow into the other palm. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ ELDA IS HERE.

Elda is here.

And she's got a pillow, she's in her school uniform and she's eager to get up on the table and essentially claim king of the hill without even really asking for a specific match. Fight her. Or team up with her.

Either way ]

Come on, you whippersnappers, let's see your merit!

[ravagers]

You'll regret that!

[ LIKE, LOOK, THERE'S A PILLOW COMING RIGHT AT YOU ELDA ]

[matchbreaker]

[ CROSS COUNTER WITH HER OWN PILLOW

lightsabers hitting each other sounds ]

Oh ho ho, will I?!

[ravagers]

Yep! [ She laughs, taking the hit. ] You might underestimate me, but that's a big mistake!

[acherontiastyx]

The hated boss who beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up...

[he gets up on the table and brandishes his pillow.]

Yeah. Your boy Guzma's ready to give you the pillows.

[feistytrader]

It's a shame that we can't have a real battle in here, but I guess this is the next best thing.

[He hops up on the table, pillow ready. Bring it.

...Unfortunately, he will not do the stupid thing Gladion does with his hands-]

[acherontiastyx]

I'm sure it'll still be a good time, right? So...

[ROLL A 16 FOR INITIATIVE SO HE PILLOWSLAMS IN SILVER'S GENERAL DIRECTION]

Let's freaking do this!!

[matchbreaker]

[ Heeeeeh ]

Let's see them pillows, kid.

[ Said the vampire grandma, getting up onto the table and slapping the pillow against herself ]

[acherontiastyx]

Aw yeah. You're gonna see them right up close.

[EXCEPT HE SWINGS AND DOES A CRITICAL MISS???]

[matchbreaker]

[ Wow, that was really lame. In fact, that was so lame she allows herself a haughty little laugh before she casually (though with a fair bit of power) swings back! ]

[iaspis]

[Jasper is so here for senseless pillow violence.]

Come at me! I've needed to fight for over a week!

[feistytrader]

[There is no way in hell that he isn't getting his ass beat, yet that doesn't stop him from eagerly hopping up anyway.]

Bring it.

[He might actually die, but if he does it will be with honor. ...Or something.]

[iaspis]

[This is probably going to go poorly, but you know what, Jasper is nothing if not an honorable soldier.

...That means thankfully she's not going to cheat!

But she's still gigantic, so]

[ravagers]

[ this is probably a bad idea

Vanille holds up her pillow. ]

Give me all you've got, Jasper!

[iaspis]

[Here she goes!

...It's not full strength, because as big of a jerk as she is, she's not here to murder. But it's still being charged at by a giant woman.]

[matchbreaker]

What do you say we settle this, big girl?!

[ They did punch each other earlier after all! So she's going to say this while swinging her pillow with a leap towards Jasper's face! ]

[iaspis]

Bring it on!

[She has the pillow aimed upward like a shield, but it's a very soft and squishy shield.]

[matchbreaker]

You got it!

[ Pillows collide! You almost would expect sparks like it's some Thor's Hammer versus Captain America's Shield shit!

But really it's just a loss of momentum for Elda as she slides back down to Jasper's feet with her blow blocked ]

[iamthatsea]

[ She steps up, holding the pillow. Um??? ]

So we just... hit each other with this?

[introspects]

Yup! Better watch yourself, Alani-san!

[ With a completely innocent smile on her face, Orihime's going to start swinging her pillow towards Alani's stomach area! ]

[matchbreaker]

Mmmhm! Looks like we also try to push each other off the table.

[ Someone is way too into this for being an old lady. ]