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?