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Terra was feeling kind of uneasy right about then, as the favor of the pillow fight was not on her side. She was disarmed and dazed, and there was no way she was going to steal that pillow off of Showbizz. Drastic measures were to be taken. As her hands weren't pinned down, she could freely move them, but only for a moment. With lightning-fast movement, Terra went to reach for Showbizz's exposed sides... and started to tickle them furiously. She prayed that the host was particularly sensitive, but if that didn't work, then she could look forward to a nice nap.

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[1] TICKLE FIGHT. [RP]
Terra's fingers easily reached to Showbizz' sides, then gave her a desperate tickling to upset her position. The tickling worked, in so much as she lost her focus. "No, teehehe, hang on you! Ahehehehahaaahaha!" she laughed, unclenching her teeth as she started giggling.

At about that moment, the sound of singing came from the other room. It wasn't entirely clear what was happening in there, but it sounded very relaxing.

Unfortunately, Terra didn't get to hear or see anything beyond that. She found that a troublesome miscalculation came along with her plan: both of her hands were occupied as the pillow fell from the host's mouth and landed squarely on Terra's own face. Apparently that counted as a hit; Terra slowly dozed off as Showbizz recovered from her fit of laughter. "Aw, too bad! Don't worry; you're in good hands, muhuhuhu!" the host's voice echoed out as the navi fell into a deep sleep.

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Terra awoke later; her body felt very stiff and chilly. As she managed to collect herself, she noticed Zazz lying in the distance, still face-down on the floor with her limbs spread ungracefully to both sides. The door to the room she'd been facing earlier was open, but she couldn't see inside to tell what was going on. Not much could be going on, she judged, seeing as a sort of dead silence gripped the entire upper story of the building.

Probably most important was a fact she grasped at the last minute, after finally overcoming her grogginess: she was completely naked, as the pajamas had been pulled off of her. She'd been left two big, fluffy pillows to cover herself with, placed strategically over her breasts and lower body. She'd probably want to consider switching back to her original appearance data if at all possible. After that, the best option seemed as though it may be to find where Showbizz had gone off to.
"Nnnnnh," mumbled Terra, as her eyes fluttered open, groggy from waking up. The forced sleep incited by the Pillow program was unlike her usual hibernation process; it did pretty much nothing to relieve tension and pressure. If anything, the Pillow program compounded that effect, making Terra feel like she had a pretty bad hangover from something. It was understandable, as it was designed to hamper an enemy, not used in a pillow fight.

"Damn it, hotel internet!"

Scarlet had been cut off from the feed when Terra had fallen asleep for some reason, and she was desperately trying to reach her Navi again. Luckily, she managed to restore some form of audio connection. "Terra, are you all right?" was her first call, bringing the Navi a little closer to reality. Shaking off her grogginess, Terra felt something pretty odd. It was kind of cold; she didn't remember it being this chilly. Did someone use an Ice-element attack? No, probably not, since any offensive-type attack was barred from use.

"I'm... fine," said Terra, finally recovering from the last bouts of her sleepiness enough to sit up. Scarlet sighed in relief; at least she got to know what she wanted. Looking around, she noticed a very distinct lack of noise or movement. Some relief went back into her, however, as she noticed Zazz, still knocked out cold and left in a pretty disgraceful-looking pose.

Just as she was about to stand up, Terra noticed a couple of pillows on her person. Probably hers, left over from the fight with Showbizz. She couldn't exactly remember what had happened; it was all kind of a big blur. After a couple of seconds, she noticed something else that was off. "Hiiii!" she involuntarily screeched, her face turning a bright shade of crimson. Her hands immediately went about frantically trying to find the best way to cover herself up.

"Terra, is everything okay?!" said Scarlet, after hearing Terra's sudden outburst. As the operator couldn't see what was going on, she could only rely on auditory communication. "E-E-Everything's fine!" replied Terra in a flustered tone, looking around frantically to see if anyone had spotted her. It didn't occur to her that she could simply retrieve her GMO at any time.

Crawling around in with a dismayed expression, she covered herself with the pillows, and sneaked over to the open door to peek inside.
Terra managed to protect her private areas with pillows while sheepishly making her way to the next room, leaving Zazz behind her. Inside, she found two figures: Vee and a lanky male, presumably the "Soldier-Kun" that had been listed. Vee was dressed just as she had been before, lying curled up with a pillow on one of the beds. She looked innocent and cute in sleep, just like a little kid. The soldier looked a lot less innocent and cute, since he was dressed only in yellow boxer drawers and was snuggling a full-body pillow with an image of the Neo-Shogun general Yasu across it.

Besides that, the room was empty. It seemed like the best move might be to go back downstairs, to where she'd met Showbizz originally. She might also consider waking her former partner or the hapless soldier. Then again, she was rather naked, so that might not be such a great idea. She also spotted some covers lying around that might be useful for a makeshift-way of making herself clothed again.
"You sure, Terra? You sound a little panicked," said Scarlet, concerned for her Navi. Definitely, Terra was acting very differently from her usual calm demeanor, from what she could hear. "E-Everything's fine," replied Terra hastily as she tried to keep her rapid bouts of hyperventilation under control and assess the situation calmly. However, her head was still muddled up, and she was just grasping at anything that would help her in the situation.

Luckily for Terra, one of the sheets in the room seemed to be large enough to cover her. She immediately went for it, swaddling herself in the oversized cloth. Now somewhat covered, Terra snuck out of the room, and tiptoed a little ways down the stairs, stopping just a few steps down. Crouching down as quietly as she could, she listened for any activity from the lower floor.
Pressing herself up against the floor after covering herself for modesty's sake, Terra found that she could vaguely hear two voices coming from below. It was impossible to tell who or what was speaking; even if they were familiar navis, she wouldn't be able to distinguish their voices. The only thing to do would be to make her way down there, using the staircase that she'd seen in the hallway.

On the other hand, maybe she ought to wake some of the others up? It seemed like she and they had been left slumbering there by their host, even though the event was over now.

On the other other hand, there might be other clues to how the pillow fight played out still about and around. She noticed a long, black wire hanging from an open place in the ceiling; it was easy to assume that Swat had left it there. It still seemed secure and climbable.
Terra didn't make a sound as she heard the talking from downstairs. She couldn't risk walking down there in her current state; it would be much too dangerous. Of course, the flow of the situation still didn't have her click into her mind that her base GMO was an option. She surveyed the area, making a note of her surroundings. Then, her face brushed up against something floating in the air. She examined it, and found it to be a rope; the same that Swat had probably used to make her ascents and descents.

Suddenly, there came a little idea into her head; maybe she could look at the situation better from up there? Swat had certainly gotten a good vantage point from there, maybe she could even find a way downstairs without making much noise. Making a quick decision, she put a bundle of the blanket she had covering herself in her teeth, bit down, and grabbed the rope. Terra prayed that the blanket wouldn't flap about too much, and started to climb up.
As Terra prepared herself to climb, securing her bedsheets and wrapping her hands firmly around the guideline, she found that somebody had prepared a nasty trick. As soon as she applied enough force to get herself up the rope, something came undone near the top. At the end was one of the tournament-provided pillows! The pillow smacked her in the face, sending her back to sleep.

While Terra felt herself getting drowsy, her operator could now see a male navi peeking out of the floor, suddenly realizing what had happened. He appeared to be part of the camera crew, judging by his black studio-worker's shirt. The scene was suddenly buzzing with the navis as they emerged from every wall and crevice, cleaning up the area and bringing the sleepy Terra back downstairs with the efforts of two men.

Luckily, the sleeping didn't last long. Terra was awoken by a navi dressed in gray armor, covered in camera lenses, buttons, and sliders. The navi stared down at her with blank, gray eyes and a passive frown. Blinking rapidly, so that he produced a stream of loud clicking noises, he backed up and gave the girl her distance. "Participant Terra? It's good to see you awake," he greeted her. "My name is PhotoMan. I was left here to clean up after the Slumber Party Fundraiser. All of the others have left; I assume something must be wrong on your operator's end, because she has yet to jack you out."

The navi tilted his head; a small device, almost like a miniature camcorder, slid down from his helmet and over one eye. His frown deepened, but his eyes stayed fixed on Terra. "I hope you'll pardon my asking, but could you try lying down on that desk again, this time on your back instead of your stomach? I think I could capture some truly mesmerizing shots if I had another go at it," he asked, keeping his passive expression despite his outrageous words. Terra found that she was still dressed in nothing but a loosely wrapped bedcloth.

The other camera crew seemed to understand that it was a rather ridiculous request and told him as much, adding that Showbizz would probably scold him if she found out he'd wasted time here. "Good points. Well, you'll be pleased to know that you placed third in the competition. As such, an SP base is waiting for you once you report the mission results to the GNA," the armored navi informed her.
In the hotel room, Scarlet had pretty much bent over backwards everywhere trying to find the signal that would resolve the video feed problem, but no matter what she did, she simply could not get any sort of bearing on what Terra was doing at the moment. Finally, she simply gave the side of the offending PET a good thwack on the side, causing the screen to flicker for a couple of moments before the feed was restored.

Though when she did get a look, it was at an unconscious Terra in a compromising position, covered by only a bedcloth. "So that's what she was on about before," chuckled Scarlet, listening to PhotoMan's explanation of things. After he had finished speaking, she opened up a private link with Terra. "That was interesting," she said as she tapped a button to restore Terra to her PET. [Absolutely not,] retorted Terra, her face turning red as she was bathed in a pillar of light. Nodding curtly to PhotoMan, she was jacked out soon after.

[Mission Clear - Jack Out]
((Terra gets 4 Vee FXP))