THERE AINT NO PARTY LIKE A BLANKET FORT SLUMBER PARTY

[sunstead]

Who: OPEN to anyone and everyone!
When: May 22nd (Saturday) after 6pm and the following morning
Where: Class 3-D
What: it's time to heal from all the chaos and murder with a blanket fort slumber party, hell yeah hell yeah

Sometime after school has fully closed for the day and everyone else has gone home, a sign is put up on the door to 3-D. In rounded letters and surrounded by drawings of flowers and a couple cartoon cats, it reads:

BLANKET FORT CONSTRUCTION ZONE
slumber party @ 8pm
all are welcome!
(rule breakers will be sent to JAIL)
... if you show up early, everything might still be in the process of being set up, but by 8pm most of the desks and chairs in the room have either been pushed to the sides or stacked strategically in the middle to form mighty fortress walls. These are, of course, topped with blankets for cover, because it wouldn't be a blanket fort without blankets. Blankets are a limited resource at the school, so it's recommended to bring your own if you don't want to share a fort with someone else. Or maybe just steal a big scrap of fabric from the art room. Close enough, right?

Aside from the obvious arrangements at the centre, there is an un-blanketed pair of desks set aside for snacks. Nene made cookies, and Clamor has put out a bowl of healthy nuts and fruit (as if anyone would actually take those over the cookies). For drinks, there are a few bottles of juice and one pot of (thoroughly filtered) tea and a few cups to use. A small folded sign at the table politely reads "Don't be greedy."

If you are greedy, or if you harass anyone else just trying to have a good time, you risk being sent to... gay baby jail™. It is, as always, a cardboard box situated in the farthest corner of the room, and guarded diligently by only the most fearsome of dads and buff teenagers. You have been warned.

There is also a second cardboard jail cell on the opposite corner of the room, which is not labelled (yet). The inside is absolutely covered in scratch marks, since it's the same box that was used to catch the cat earlier in the month... but now it's jail 2: jail harder. It is reserved for criminals who cannot be allowed to collaborate during jail time, and you know who you are, please just behave yourselves.

This is meant to be a slumber party, so eventually, an amount of slumber will be expected. Luckily it's the weekend, so everyone is welcome to sleep in for as long as they want... just don't sleep in too late, unless you want to get stuck helping with clean up.

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((OOC: It's another mingle!!! Feel free to make your own toplevels and comment around, start some party games, bring some extra snacks, hijack Nene's nerf gun to lay siege to your neighbour's fort... w/e!

This is meant to be something of a break from the usual death and despair of murderschool, so please don't do any actual murders in this log that is literally the lowest bar i can ask of y'all. Put warnings in your threads as needed! General chaos is fine, but characters that cause too much of a disturbance will be manhandled and sent to gay baby jail™. You have been warned... twice!!

ICly the fort construction and party is being arranged by Clamor, Noah, Sidney and Nene, but basically anyone who wants to pop in and help out is welcome to, and CR may have been asked to join/help out in advance. If you need an excuse for your character to come, someone else could've dragged them there to chill—just ask!

anyway that's all pls have fun, go nuts))

Comments

[closewithnewintown]

[okay so like. 8PM is basically steph's bedtime. and without the excitement of, say, a dinosaur attack, or troll hunting, that usually keeps her up on sleepover nights, she's pretty much just a bit sleepy even at the very start. with the fruit, which possibly only she is eating, she might make it to, idk. 10. living dangerously.

so, she's got her pink cloth blanket fort, and she's got her nene blanket to sleep on, but you know what she doesn't have?]

Y'know, it's not a sleepover unless there's spooky stories. [the child demands bedtime stories nerds step it up]

[commences]

I want to hear.

( he's going to sit next to her with his legs crossed and ready to listen to whatever story she brings up, now, he may be a little old for bedtime stories — but who is he to avoid hearing something scary? actually, he's not really scared of them when living is the scariest thing he can do so far, but maybe stephanie will have something to make him think otherwise. )

What story do you have?

[closewithnewintown]

[eyes gleam] Well, there's a couple stories Trixie told me. She's not allowed to tell stories when we have sleepovers anymore, because she made Ziggy have nightmares... But, you're technically a grown-up, so those stories should be okay, right?

[are you badder than a six year old komaeda]

[carpevinum]

[Lucifer wants to hear a ghost story... he miiight contribute.]

[commences]

( looks like stephanie has an audience to attend to. )

I want to have nightmares, it's enough to strengthen my hope.

( and seeing lucifer lean in interested makes komaeda clap his hands, excited as he hypes her up. ) If you can make sure we don't sleep for days, I think that'll be a victory!

[carpevinum]

After Stephanie terrifies all of us, [he says in Dad Voice™] I'll be sure to give it a whirl.

[closewithnewintown]

Aw, I hope not; I'll make you guys cocoa if it gets that bad.

[she looks between them, smiles, and takes a deep breath.]

Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there was a man and his sweetheart. The man's sweetheart was a lot like all the other girls in town, except for one thing: All her life, she'd worn a black ribbon [draws finger across throat] around her neck. She never took it off, even when she went swimming! And when he'd ask her about it, she'd just tell him he shouldn't worry about it, and leave it at that. But, he did worry about it. A lot.

It was the night of their wedding, and bride and groom joined together for their first dance. But, the groom had a trick up his sleeve; when he put his arms around her neck, he took out a pair of scissors and snipped the ribbon off. It hit the ground a few seconds after her head did.

[pause] The moral of the story is to always be honest with your loved ones. If she'd just told him the ribbon was for keeping her head on, he wouldn't have gotten so worked up about it! But, you should also listen to people when they don't want to talk about something, so that's important, too.

[commences]

( he's not scared from the story, he just hates he had to sit there and listen to that. and he's already looking towards lucifer hoping that he can remedy this. )

How did all this happen? And an investigation didn't happen afterwards... that's such a sad story... I feel sort of depressed.

[moderating]

I really like this story Stephanie, I am surprised you told it.

[ She's playing a game but she looked up enough to give her a curious look, before going back to the game. ]

cw: suicide, (02) scary story

[commences]

( he sighs. )

I hate to share a story so despair-filled... Apparently it's a masterpiece that reduced American audiences to tears...

( taking a deep breath, he proceeds to retell it with a heavy heart... )

Monokuma was born in a remote village full of old people ( he looks towards clamor as an example. ) because the death rates outpaced the birth rates. One day, Monokuma was swept up by a tornado created by a...

( it takes him a moment. ) helicopter... gunship during a routine military exercise... and was whisked away to Monomi's country.

( now that monokuma's on an all new playing field, komaeda changes his sitting position to a different side to make an example of that. )

Monokuma wanted to return to his homeland... so he could go back to pestering the old people for change... So he began his journey to see the wizard, Monomi, who was rumored to grant any wish one desires...

( who has a lot of merit points, damn hyde is gone, so he'll point to rika who is always trying to rob people. ) Along the way, he met a very loyal group of friends... Monokuma met a Monomi scarecrew who was missing a brain. When he recommended that she commit suicide... The Monomi scarecrew hanged herself and died.

( next... )

He also met a Monomi lion who was missing her courage, so he pumped her full of arrows. Then he met a Monomi tin man who was missing a heart, so Monokuma sliced her into lumps of iron...

( here's the powerful climax. )

After a lot of other stuff happened... Monokuma finally reached the Wizard Monomi, the great and powerful... Eventually, one thing led to another... and he started beating the crap out of Monomi...

And in the end, he somehow usurped the kingdom from her... With this, Monokuma enslaved the old people, took their pensions, and lived the rest of his days in luxury.

Then he lived happily ever after... The end.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[





what

No really, what?]

...Ah....good attempt, Komaeda.

[commences]

( sighs............................... )

I don't really want it to be, it actually causes me intense amount of pain to recall it.

( he might as well ask. ) Do you need to see it in vivid detail? If you still have the wire, I can hang myself to show you how it looked.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Oh. Still, it is admirable you pushed on against the pain.

[BUT, UH, ONE, DO NOT OUT HIM IN FRONT OF THE DETECTIVES, TWO-]

No, I - do not need a demonstration, and I've seen my share of hung bodies.

[commences]

( STOP IT'S HOPE, HE'S TRYING TO HELP. )

It's better when you can look at the detail that came with the death.

( that story hits him hard, he kind of wants to get his life over with already. )

You could even kill me instead...

[moderating]

[ Fell asleep during the story. ]

Why did you retell that story? I thought you hated it...

[ Also she hopes Usami is okay... ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Sherlock had been mostly keeping to himself, but the mention of spooky stories does catch his interest]

I can't say this might hold everyone's interest but...

Barghest, Black Shuck, Grim, or simply the black dog - almost all of them omens of ill-fate or punishment for the wicked if one believes in such things.

Let's see... which story? How about this one:

Once there was a wretched squire by the name of Richard Cabell, who made hunting a sport of his, and was known to be cruel to man and beast alike - including his young wife Elizabeth. One night under the full moon, his wife had enough of his abuse and fled into the the moors along with her small dog, and Cabell gave chase, setting his hunting hounds on her, not caring if they fell victim to the quicksand-like mire of the moor, only that his wife was to be punished for the audacity of escaping his tyranny.

He eventually caught up to the terrified woman, while her dog tried to protect her from his wrath, it was unfortunately not enough - stories differ on what happened to the poor thing but none are good, but what can be agreed on is that the young woman had perished at his hands, her body thrown into the moors.

Upon Cabell's own death by apparent natural causes he was buried with a large slab in fear of his wickedness keeping from resting in his grave. That very night... a pack of coal-black dogs with glowing eyes and fire pouring from their mouths circled his resting place, giving out horrible, undog-like shrieking at all hours until the break of day.

And according to legend, at every anniversary of his demise, Cabell can be seen riding across the moors, chased by the black hounds, shrieking and snapping at him.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...of course you tell a story about dogs.

[THAT'S ALL HE HAS TO SAY, SORRY.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Well it's the first thing that came to mind.

[He actually sounds a little sheepish]

[mermaidcursed]

( she doesn't have much to say, but nene is listening with rapt attention, i promise. )

[moderating]

[ So is Nanami. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

After some time, the villagers in hopes of ending the hauntings built a sepulchre around his tomb, with thick stone walls and iron bars like a prison, to entrap his spirit in his tomb.

...According to the locals, Cabell no longer raced across the moors, but there is still reports of strange howling from the cemetery, and shadows pacing around the Sepulchre.

[mermaidcursed]

( tiny but excited claps!! )

That was so good!!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He perks up a little at the clapping, not quite expecting it]

Thank you, Miss Nene.

[moderating]

This sounds like a really good inspiration that could turn into a cool game.

[ Meaning she really loved it. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

It's an old legend, I believe it had inspired a few movies..