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))

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[adsum]

Have you seen one before? Here, you use it like this.

[ He takes Rika's hand in his so he can hold the rock steady in her hand, and takes her other hand to curl her fingers so only the pointer one is left straight out, helping her guide it around the rock, tracing that white band. ]

[contrarily]

( one day she will attack him like a feral animal and a singular bitemark will be the least of his problems

she wants to say something, anything, about the nail, but he's grabbing her hands and doing something with the rock, and —

she gets distracted. )

... huh? Use it? What's it supposed to do?

[adsum]

[ Rika's the reason people can't graduate without losing a limb or two. ]

It's a wishing stone. You make a wish, trace that line all the way around with your finger, give the stone to somebody else...

[ clasps her hands around the stone, clasps his around hers, ]

And the wish is to come true. Mine did.

[contrarily]

( look... it's hard out there when people test you every day. )

Huh... ( she blinks, a little surprised, glancing down at the stone, her hands still in his. a wishing stone, huh?

it'd be nice if it was that easy.

looking back up, she tips her head to the side, now curious. )

What was your wish, Senpai? ( if it's already been fulfilled, he can say it, right? )

[adsum]

To get to hold your hands. [ ... ] Just kidding. [ He doesn't let go, though ]

It's not as straightforward a wish as that. I'm kind of embarrassed to talk about it...

[contrarily]

( opens mouth.

closes mouth.

opens it again — )

Senpai... you're as shameless as ever, aren't you? Jeez. ( what a player... isn't he in soccer club, too? does he have a group of girls cheering for him every match? or is he too weird to have a proper fanclub?

if he continues being like this, rika might just start one. not that she'd ever tell him. stupid. )

Well, I wanna hear about it! You get to hold Rika-chan's hands in return, so it's a fair trade, right? ( there, he can have a trained, idol smile to go with it. ✨ ) Sleepovers are for sharing secrets, you know.

[adsum]

[ There's no way Rokkun has a fanclub when he has to ask Komaeda if he'll come cheer for him, maybe he doesn't have one because he asks Komaeda. ]

Haha, you can't let shame hold you back all your life, right? [ Though, it's the same with embarrassment, and he can't say one and not admit to the other. He sighs a little, letting their hand hang comfortably in front of them. ]

If I share you my secret, I get to hear yours too, right? Holding hands go both ways, after all.

[contrarily]

( well, that probably explains it, honestly —

she looks at him for a moment, a little thoughtful, then shrugs. it sounds like a fair trade, but something's missing. )

M'kay, a secret for a secret. The atmosphere has to be right, though... ( she's dragging him into the blanket fort now, somewhere into the corner, where they can be cozy enough to tell each other terrible stuff. yes. )

[adsum]

[ Hmm... okay. Blanket forts are a tight squeeze, though, so he goes ahead and crawls in first, turning around so he sits with his back to the wall and legs out stretched and arms open. Come here. There's lap space. ]

[contrarily]

( senpai... what did she say about being shameless???

in the other hand, it's literally nothing she's ever felt before, considering how close together they were pressed the other day, so, um. FINE. she will Very Not Stiffly take a seat on his lap, with her side to his chest, leaning against it.

warm... ugh. )

Yeah, this should be cozy enough.

[adsum]

[ Warm and cozy (: Especially when Rokkun puts his arms around her again, not really in a hug but just sort of with his hands clasped and arms loose around her, because there's nowhere else to put his arms that wouldn't be awkward. ]

Is this okay?

[contrarily]

( she's like, 2 seconds away from shaking like a chihuaua, because it's okay for her to cling to people but under her rules, okay? also, this feels like a scene from some romantic drama she'd probably watch and sigh about? and still, she can't deny that this feels nice and cozy, and that having his attention is satisfying, so she sits there. stiff. unmoving.

she's gonna bite him again if he moves. )

Yeah. ( deep breath. ) Perfect for secret sharing, right? 'cause nobody else can hear us.

[adsum]

[ "Yeah," she says, heaving a sigh. Rokkun hums, shifting a little so he can rest his chin on top of her head. Where can she bite?? with her side against his chest ]

You don't sound okay. I'll give you this secret for free: I'm not okay either.

[ Like that's a big secret. ]

[contrarily]

( if she were plopping down in his lap specifically to tease him, it'd be a different story, okay? but where she excels in being verbal and forward, she hates showing people that when push comes to shove, actual affection is... strange. vulnerable. she doesn't feel like she has the upper hand, and yet she doesn't wanna leave, either, curled up against his chest.

listen... his titty is right here. )

... why?

[adsum]

[ I hate that I read tags from the bottom up and then got confused thinking Rika was going to bite off Rokkun's titty ]

Hm... I guess it's because I've never done anything like this before, and it's making me a little anxious. A little scared. Can you hear my heart beating? I try not to think about it too much.

[ He breathes on the top of Rika's head, and one of the good things about sitting like this is not having to look at the person you're talking to, you're talking to darkness under the covers and it's a lot like talking to yourself in your own room, unable to fall asleep at night. ]

"Can I do it?" "Will I be able to stop?" "Will I be forgiven?" It's those sorts of thoughts.

[contrarily]

( that is exactly what she's gonna do?? it's right here next to her mouth!!

she can, in fact, hear his heartbeat this way — a little faster than it probably should be, the steady rhythm falling in with her own. her heart's beating faster, too — nervous, flustered, she wraps her arms around her knees and listens to him, staring off into the darkness. )

Do you not like large crowds of people, Senpai? ( she assumes he's talking about the sleepover.

god, she hopes he's talking about the sleepover. )

... ( he's totally not, huh? ) What could be so bad you'd have to beg forgiveness... ?

[adsum]

Something selfish.

[ That seems to be the extent of how much he's willing to say, for now, looking down at Rika and then back out into the distance/the blanket wall like two feet from his face. ]

But you're right. I'm no good with people. Can you tell?

[contrarily]

( ... )

We were supposed to be sharing secrets, Senpai. You're tapping out too early, you know?

( untucking herself from underneath his chin, she raises her head to look directly at him. if he wants to do something selfish, sure — but she cares about him now, so unfortunately... )

Is it dangerous? Do you... um... well, if... ( DEEP BREATH. ) If you're worried you can't stop, should I... keep watch? Senpai, is it something bad?

( she's holding onto his face, now, to make sure he can't look away. be honest!! )

[adsum]

[ He tenses a little when she holds his face, meeting her eyes and holding them. ...Then he breathes a laugh, silent and under his breath, letting his shoulders relax again. ]

It's not something good. I wouldn't want you to watch when I'm like that either... I wouldn't want you to get caught up in it. I wouldn't want to hurt you. If you get in the way, I will.

[contrarily]

( she blinks, a little surprised — a little worried, even if she wouldn't admit it. rokkun... just what insanity are you PLANNING... )

Senpai, it's really messed up you can say stuff like that with a smile. ( and a gentle one, too — one she's growing fond off.

huffing, she squeezes his face in her hands, pouting. )

If you do something reckless and get yourself hurt, I won't forgive you, got it?

[adsum]

Bwahh--

[ He is not used to being on the receiving side of having his cheeks squished, but he takes it like a champ and doesn't fight it. ]

Sorry. I just feel better having somebody to say it to, I couldn't help it. I won't get hurt, though— I know what I'm getting myself into, and all the preparations will be in place.

[contrarily]

( she still looks at him, expression neutral — or as neutral as she can make it, when she's worried. what is he planning? something awful, isn't it? ugh... why must rokkun be out of his mind...

well, she knows he probably won't tell — but she figures if she can keep an eye on him... maybe stopping him is a possibility. and if not her, then koma-kyun? )

When you say it like that, I doubt it even more. ( she huffs, tucking herself under his chin again. dumb. ) Tell me your wish.

[adsum]

[ shh maybe he's still talking about sleepovers ]

...Don't laugh, okay?

[ Not that he thinks she will, but. As a general principal of being honest to somebody. Also I hate that I decided not to keyword anything and now I'm stuck with the icons I have bc otherwise I would upload the rest of his, he only has two serious icons and I chose neither of them but imagine I used this one here. ]

This is my last year here. My last chance. So just once, before the end... I wanted to experience something like this. Be invited to a party, play games, act like friends. I'm not in the position to make friends, you know?

[ Elizabeth, at one point: Do you have friends?
Rokkun: ]

I wished to feel like a part of something for once. Now I can do what I need to do without regrets.

[contrarily]

( he's lucky she's not the rika from before the chiemi incident — just saying hurtful things for no reason, in an attempt to protect others. she doesn't know how to get through to him; she's not good at it, and... if she were to do things her way, she'd probably call him a pathetic loser who should just give up before he goes ahead and fucks himself over.

she wants to, in hopes that it'd stop him, but... she knows, now, the weight of words that dig deep. )

... why aren't you in a position to make friends? ( her stomach twists in knots; she's so concerned???? ) You said... you're not good with people, but I think you are. Better at talking to them than me, at least. Maybe a little odd, sometimes, but...

( she remembers the fingernail. she hasn't forgotten!!! )

Senpai, you're being mean again. You're clearly gonna do some stupid shit, and you won't even let me tag along?

[adsum]

No.

[ He moves his hand to rest it on top of Rika's head, warm and heavy, and looks away from her again. ]

I've already done a lot of stupid shit. I'm involved in a lot more than I should be. Being friends with me places a bounty on your head: the easiest way to get at somebody is by attacking the people at their sides, after all.

[ ... ]

I think Nagito scares people. If you were like him, it would be okay.