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

[rhymed]

[ Literally starts erasing everything she puts on the blackboard right next to her in silence. ]

[contrarily]

( BITCH WAHT THE FUCK?!?!?!? SHOVES HIM )

[rhymed]

[ Kinda wished that neck slice was a little deeper -- ]

Grow up. [ He says, straightened. ] You're too old to be acting like this.

[contrarily]

( cut it deeper yourself COWARD )

Whatever, dad. ( she goes right back to what she was doing. )

[rhymed]

Yeah. [ Erases it. ]

[contrarily]

What's your problem?! ( HE'S SO... ANNOYING!! )

[rhymed]

What are you so upset about?

[ He doesn't even look at her, just keeps erasing it. ]

Is this truly the most effort you've ever put in something? Creating something vulgar while there are children here? Is this your greatest achievement in your life? Are you proud of it? You're down this bad?

[contrarily]

What the hell are you talking about?

( she just. grabs his arm and tugs him away from the blackboard. LEAVE IT!! )

It's a sleepover for teenagers! And who said this is the most effort I've ever put into anything?! Can't you get that stick out of your ass for one night?

[rhymed]

[ He immediately takes his arm back, his expression not hiding an ounce of his discomfort -- or anger -- from being touched. ]

You're sure acting like it is. Anyway, even as a teenager I wasn't doing something as childish -- it's really telling about your character, though.

[contrarily]

What, can't I be proud of the things I make, now?

( she huffs, stuffing her hands into her pockets. )

Oh yeah? And what were you doing when you were a teenager? Wait, let me guess — being the perfect, mature rich boy, adored by everyone ~ Wooow, you're so cool ~

[rhymed]

When it's something as vulgar as this? I'd hope not.

[ He places the eraser down, staring at the blackboard that is now a mess of smeared chalk and little remnants of all the dicks she drew. Hajun takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose --

He doesn't answer. She already knows, and he stuffs the glasses into his jacket pocket. ]

Did your neck heal?

[contrarily]

Sorry for hurting your, uh... delicate sensibilities.

( is she using that properly? whatever. point is, this is an older guy lecturing her about what's vulgar and what isn't, which frankly makes her laugh.

her neck is still wrapped up, with the choker resting on top of the bandages, because you gotta stay stylish even when you're injured. it doesn't hurt much, anymore — stings a little, when she presses on it, but it's probably starting to close up, at least a little.

maybe she's a little used to this kind of pain. maybe she doesn't think of it as harsh, anymore. )

It doesn't bleed anymore. ( she nods, glancing away. remembering that night doesn't bring forth pleasant memories — but if she has to latch onto something, it'd be the warmth of his hand, holding onto hers as she faded in and out of consciousness. ) Um... ( thank you, maybe?

...

...... )

Did you... get the blood out of your jacket? ( after she bled all over it........... )

[rhymed]

Yeah, it strains my eyes. [ He's an old man... Don't do this to him.

He asks the question, and yet it's the reminder of carrying her in his arms that he regrets. The anxiety, the concern, the fact that no matter how much he cleans the blood from his jacket there's an obvious, red stain left behind. No way to bleach it out -- permanent. ]

No. [ He answers, his tone a little flat. ] That means you'll owe me a new one once we're out of here.

[contrarily]

Put your glasses back on, then!!

( or don't, because she likes his face like this, unobstructed by them.

anyway, listen... she doesn't feel bad about the jacket, because it was his idea to make a pillow out of it, even though he saw she was bleeding?! that meant he had to be okay with the thought of getting it dirty — and clearly didn't care. )

I can't afford name brands, Mr. Rich boy. ( she huffs, wrinkling her nose. ) I can maybe pay for dry cleaning. Maybe!

[rhymed]

I don't need them to see.

[ He speaks honestly, his voice leveled and mature; Hajun finally turns his head to look down at her. ]

Get a job.

[contrarily]

I'm 15.

[rhymed]

One of the youngest Japanese idols is twelve. And you don't need any talent to be part of AKB48.

[contrarily]

( it's true, it's easy enough to become an idol at her age, as long as you have a cute face and some acting skills. but... she doesn't want to be an idol anymore. at least not until she atones for chiemi's death. the responsibility on your shoulders, the weight of people's lives, the faith they put in you...

she's not good with any of that. )

Whatever. You're dumb and rich and spoiled so I don't wanna listen to you. ( and she steps on his foot. HARD. )

[rhymed]

[ He sucks a breath through his teeth once het foot connects with his. He draws it from her grasp, nearly considering kicking her back before he stops. ]

That sounds like an excuse. [ And he takes a step away from her. ] I won't let you live it down until you pay me back.

[contrarily]

( wow... that is a very tsundere way to say he wants to stick around?? )

Wha — ?! You made it into a pillow for me by yourself!! ( she huffs, setting her hands on her hips. can't believe she has to pay a rich guy for a jacket once they're out of here...

unless... )

Can I just pay in vending machine snacks?

[rhymed]

I didn't want to hear you complain about being uncomfortable. [ And he says it as a matter-of-fact, like he knew that she'd have the strength to note something as subtle as the desk against her head when she was on the verge of passing out. Not that it would matter in the slightest, especially for him. ]

Absolutely not. I worked for the clothes on my back, so we'll settle it the way I want to.

[contrarily]

Just what kind of a princess do you think I am?

( she huffs, but doesn't comment on whether she'd do it or not: maybe she would, just to annoy him and force him to give her his jacket, in the end... you never know where the whims of fate a teenage girl will lead.

anyway, she'd argue more, but she just kind of... purses her lips and wrinkles her nose. he did save her, in the end, even though he didn't have to; if he wants to meet outside of here so bad then fine, she'll buy him his stupid jacket back!! at least she can show him off to momoe... when a hot guy is after you... not in a romantic pursuit way, but in a debt collector way, but still... she don't gotta know that last part — )

... have you ever been to a sleepover before? ( she asks, suddenly, looking at the blanket fort. )

[rhymed]

I don't think you are one. [ He seems earnestly confused; looking at her with a quirked brow, like she had just sprouted another limb. A phantom feeling, exaggerating all because he wants her to be offended. ] You can be an ordinary person and still act the way you do.

[ But he is a bit curious of why she'd ask that -- does he stand out too much? ]

I started living with my roommates about three years ago, so it's something similar. [ It is absolutely not. ]

[contrarily]

You totally do! You act like I'm some spoiled brat. ( she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

she wants to be spoiled! but that doesn't mean she is!! )

Hmmm... ~ Lucky. I wanna live with roommates as soon as I hit 18... it's like a permanent sleepover. ( she gestures to the blanket fort, grinning. ) But do you guys have these?! Can you even fit in?

( GO ON GO ON )

[rhymed]

You're looking to describe me as refined. [ He waves a hand, turning his face away briefly to hide the smile apparent on his lips.

His expression goes neutral when she asks about the blanket fort, his brows slightly furrowed. ] That looks far too small for me to fit, but it looks perfect for a troll like you.