The Tickle Meme

[hoennmaihime]

 Bad news, everyone: the Gardeners have successfully infected Locke City with...

Tickle Frenzy.

Is there something in the water? The air? Maybe it's just mass hysteria at this point. Either way, characters are prone to both finding themselves compelled to tickle and/or possibly to being especially ticklish on this occasion.

Truly, it's the most nefarious scheme our brave heroes have encountered yet. For today we learn:

WHO IS WEAK?

WHO IS A TICKLE MONSTER?

WHO WILL BE KICKED IN THE FACE?



Well, go and find out!

tickle, tickle

Comments

[abidan]

Armour? Who has armour!

[ No, seriously, who just has armour lying around? Not that it really matters — this clearly means he's winning, and if Julien's odd breathing is anything to go by it's not just by an inch. That, or he's about to have an asthma attack ...

Which is actually a little concerning. When they topple back onto the beanbag, Emery sprawled around Julien, he pauses for a moment to make sure he's not actually dying. ]

Are you all right?

[espigeonage]

Could've borrowed it!

[He lays there a minute, eyes closed, trying and failing to endure stoically, but Emery stopping makes him crack one eye open.]

Come closer...

[so Julien can grab the collar of Em's shirt and keep him close while going for the gut, pant-laughing like an ape. Predictable? Maybe.]

[abidan]

You rotten cheat—

[ Emery flails and squirms and laughs, trying in equal parts to get away and get him right back with tickles of his own. Again, he's mostly aiming for Julien's ribs, since that seemed to be quite effective last time; ]

Absolutely ... rotten ... cheater!

[espigeonage]

Absolutely! Yes! Ghghh-

[His grip loosens as he tries to protect himself but Emery is not getting away that easily - there's Julien's leg trying to hook him and keep him in place. There are advantages to being on the bottom.]

[abidan]

[ Advantages adshmantages — Emery's up on his knees in a second despite the peals of laughter escaping him in bursts, attempting to keep Julien's legs pinned while he goes for the stomach. ]

You're proud! I don't believe it ...

[ But he's laughing again, because this is just ridiculous. ]

[espigeonage]

You've got- reach! I've got moral flexibility!

[Julien tries to flip on his side and escape but there is no escape, is there! He can't even really grab Em, he does have shorter arms. So there's shoving with his toes - not kicking, trying to ward off the hands. There's an obvious downside to that, of course, but maybe his feet smell bad enough to dissuade that?]

[...no, right, he sprayed them down with antistink stuff earlier because Julien hates to smell bad. Whelp.]