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

[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.

[closewithnewintown]

... Why would there be an investigation?

[commences]

How will the groom find hope from his bride's death if there isn't one.

( sigh... )

[closewithnewintown]

[blink]

She's not dead.

[commences]

What a twist! What do you mean she's not dead?

( now he's interested, keep this story going!! )

[closewithnewintown]

She's just a little embarrassed 'cause her head fell off at the party, is all.

[commences]

Is that even her head to begin with? Why would she need to hide it in such a manner.

[closewithnewintown]

If everyone knows her head can come off, they might steal it and hide it somewhere! So, she has to keep it secret.

[commences]

Come here, since you know this story pretty well... could it be...?

( yep... yep... )

[closewithnewintown]

[???] I'm not even wearing a ribbon!

[commences]

You could have used super glue, I just want to check.

( he's walking over to her with his hands held out... stay stillllll. )

[closewithnewintown]

My head isn't removable, Komaeda! [PROTECTIVELY WRAPPING HERSELF IN BLANKET]

[commences]

You can't get away from me that fast.

( she may have wrapped herself in her blanket, but komaeda's going to pick her up in it, and now she's carried bridal styled. alright, since she's his now, he's going to walk around the room. )

Anyone have a knife? I want to see if her head comes off...!

[closewithnewintown]

[SHE'S GONNA KICK HIM IN THE FACE GDI]

[commences]

( STOP!!! HE HAS HER NOW!! SHE'S STUCK WITH HIM!!!

which means, hopefully her kicks miss because he's lucky, but he's not letting her go. )

Ah... you're moving so much, isn't it almost your bed time?

[closewithnewintown]

[LOUDLY AND ROTELY] I am being kidnapped by a stranger and I need an adult!

[hanaban]

[ Here's a 13 year old ]

I heard somebody needed a knife?

[closewithnewintown]

[pokes head out of blanket]

NOBODY NEEDS A KNIFE!

[commences]

Yes! Just who I wanted to see! She said her head is able to fall off.

( komaeda nods sagely, he's learned all this from stephanie, you know? )

But she used super glue to keep it on, I wanted to see if it's true...

[hanaban]

[ Sometimes you need a knife. But he doesn't take his out in this instance, because the people involved aren't anybody he cares enough about. ]

Can you cut superglue? Don't you need fire to melt it?

[commences]

Fire would burn too much of her skin, and what if she becomes unrecognizable? We can't have that happen...

( but you know, is hanako wants to help, why should komaeda say no? )

Unless you're good at handling it, then that'll be no problem for you!

[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. ]