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

[trialbyliar]

[The most dangerous round, oh no.]

Hmm, let's see... One should give me a massage! And how about three and six switch uniforms? Oh, and five and seven, too! And two, four and nine should dance for our entertainment! And eight and ten can just serve the rest of us snacks while that happens, since I'm a benevolent king who takes care of his subjects.

[commences]

( oh he got seven... looking at his stick, and then... )

Five? Where are you five?

[adsum]

[ I'm prefacing this by saying I know nothing about dancing and so all I can use is what I have bookmarked for miscellaneous reasons and so this is how Rokkun dances, he can have fun with it. ]

[trialbyliar]

[ ultimate idol...

Kokichi applauds. At least someone knows how to just roll with the punches and have a little fun.]

[adsum]

[ Rokkun just out there replacing ultimates, that's his murder motive ]

[hanaban]

[ Hanako doesn't dance, he's watching Nene to see what number she got and if it's a clothes swapping one then who she makes eye contact with and there is going to be stabbing immanent ]

[moderating]

Here you go a snack!

[ Nanami coming inbetween this accidentally. ]

[hanaban]

Wha- Huh?

[ He holds his hands out reflexively to receive the snack, hands cupped in front of him. What is it? ]

[moderating]

[ Gummy worms. ]

[hanaban]

[ Oh hell yeah, Komaeda's brain worms

These aren't his favorite but fine... He's going to be staring at Komaeda the entire time but chewing on the worms in the meanwhile. If Komaeda tries ANYTHING Hanako's going to shove a worm up his nose to get it back into his brain. ]

[mermaidcursed]

( well... )

[contrarily]

( she glances down at her stick... )

Three! Who's got six?

[unsurely]

...

[ shuichi flinches once when the numbers are called and then lowers his hand to his side by reflex. so now he's just standing there saying nothing and pondering his life choices with the stick and the 6 on it kind of hidden behind his clothing.

unfortunately, she's gonna figure him out by exclusion anyway, soon enough. his resigned face says he knows that very well. ]

[contrarily]

( she waits... and she waits... and nobody seems to be stepping up as six. but, there he is, looking very uncomfortable and vaguely panicked, so...

she attacks him before he can try to make his escape, grabbing the stick in his hand to peek at the number. )

Hey, Sai-kyun, you're six! Why aren't you speaking up?

[commences]

( holds hands up for the camera, throw it, throw it. )

[unsurely]

[ the moment she touches him, he jumps like a cat that just had its tail stepped on (thanks enh for this icon) and looks like he's about to scream like a little girl. which... he doesn't in the end but... he does freeze up. ]

...S-Sorry...

[ smallest voice known to man. but he's also been thinking, so after a moment he needs for recovery of what shred of sanity he still has: ]

I-It's not-- I'm not trying to get out of it or anything. I swear! [ those are the rules after all ] It's just... um. There was nothing in the order about where we're changing, right? So--

[ so he's dragging rika out of the classroom by her wrist. or are they just going to ask a girl to strip down in a room full of people...!? ]

[mermaidcursed]

( after checking for a moment... ) Noooooot to question our benevolent king... but. ( and she points at komaeda here. ) There's no way he'll fit in anything I have.

( which is the only reason she's not an embarrassed mess at the moment! )

[commences]

( komaeda's looking and you know what... if it can't be done. )

Don't worry, Yashiro-san... we can sit out this round.

[trialbyliar]

[Slamming a hand on the floor dramatically.]

Denied! No one is allowed to sit out, by decree of your king!

[commences]

( WAIT! his heart skips a beat wait... )

If an Ultimate says so... then we really can't...

[trialbyliar]

[He makes a tsk tsk sorta noise and pats her on the head.]

Yashiro-chan gives up so easily! You'll never know unless you try.

[mermaidcursed]

( is he trying to ensure she loses one of the few sets of clothes she has...? terrible, ouma-kun. )

Is that so?

[moderating]

[ Hands him a bag of chips. ]

[elevelvetor]

( kokichi is so lucky liz does not presumably retain her insane physical strength.

but she Does retain her enthusiasm and desire to do a thorough job, which might be just as bad. regardless, she'll get behind him and place her hands on his shoulders. this should not feel threatening and yet the squeeze she gives them will feel slightly so anyway. )

I appreciate the chance to show off my skills, my liege. ( she has never massaged anyone before......... what skill........ ) I shall turn you into an utter pile of goop with my ministrations!

( and thus as hard as she can she will be pounding his shoulders and back, sparing him no mercy. she's pretty sure this is how it goes. )

[closewithnewintown]

[lobs an orange directly at his head.]