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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LKMFAO the video. i melted and got soft feelings...

[dangernoises]

Where's the fun in telling you something, you aught ta find out on your own?

[ Hyde states plainly, locking eyes with the other. He doesn't care if his hands get maimed. He knows eventually when his servant status comes back - it'll all heal back to normal anyway. Losing a body part for a little while wont bother him, nor his plans, nor his desires - it may hurt Jekyll's feelings though. Making it all the better in the long run frankly.

It marks him odd, people are so obsessed with minds like his own. He is so simple it annoys him that people over complicate the desires upholding deep within him. If Junko wanted to usher the world into a state of despair, then it merely were that Hyde simply wanted people to act in the nature of their deepest and cruelest desires. The realest version of them self. It wasn't crazy, or earnest, or complicated like Heroes with their crazy whirl of morales. Killing people, for their 'righteousness.'

There was nothing like that to Hyde, it merely was - you are who you are, so own up to it.

Yet at the same time, that weak part of him.... If Komaeda or anyone ever realized it - was that he wanted to be wrong. Wanted to be defeated - his existence unfortunately in the container and forced nature of what it meant to be An Anti-Hero. He is in the end, forced to be the way he is because of how he was written. So everything that he did at the end of it all, if it meant to be bad would only mean he wanted to - with his own eyes. Create good in the end.

If it meant to destroy Rikas boundaries, and see her become another person far stronger then before that could destroy or kill someone evil like him. Then in the face of TRUE EVIL she would not waver, and grimace before her own desire of good will or kindness.

Unfortunately deep down, that was actually how Hyde felt.

This little game for him, was merely to fuck with Komaeda and wondered if he was really someone who wanted to stab him. Hurt him. Or someone, who would hold back entirely - Are you a good person? or Are you a bad one? Hyde danced around the thought of it, hungry always to see how fucked this person were. He wanted to see, his true nature. No more lies, just two boys with a knife and their hands. ]

Why are you starting slow - I lied. I like it when people get rough with me, come on fucker.

you got soft feelings and then you have to deal w this

[commences]

( komaeda is a person, but the type of person he is depends on who views him — to him, he's someone who takes up all the struggles of others, pitting them against themselves and hurdles to see how far they go. he tests their endurance on whether their hope is enough or needs to be properly tended to, and that comes from how much fertilizer he decides to spread in the soil. using himself, his bones, his flesh as the food, but he shouldn't even give himself that much credit. to think that he has that much importance on the world, but no, that's what the symbols of hope — or rather, the hope of the talentless are meant to provide, and in exchange komaeda gives himself.

for their betterment, for their future, as long as they use him properly. he's not being utilized properly, instead, he's being fed into that unhealthy part of him where he's curious of what the outcome will be depending on what's done to the other. will his hope waver, or will it become stronger?

as komaeda stabs the weapon between the other's fingers one by one, he doesn't have the energy to go as fast as some people (ouma), but he proceeds to close his eyes so he's unable to see. it brings more caution to the wind, the chance he could drop his weight down at the wrong time and pierce into the other's body. that's not the case as the ultimate slowly breathes in, and then he exhales as he continues to pierce the table that they're using. between each digit at a steady pace, komaeda calmly gets every stab right without failure.

when he lifts his hand back up, rather than jabbing it back down, he instead stabs the sharp end right into the other's shoulder. it was an unlucky swing, but because he did it with his metal arm it digs into his body much easier than it would with his other. because of how smoothly it sinks, komaeda's eyes flutter open as he stares at what he's done, and as he yanks it out with that same smile when he started. )

When it comes to your hope... how am I to help you towards it if you I haven't the slightest clue what it is?

( because of the blood, and he knows that if it happens to drop on anything within the school that it'll send them there, he holds the blade out to the other's face, almost like a silent command that he needs to part his mouth open. ) You shouldn't make a mess...

you act like this doesnt make me feel warm, look atthem bonding

[dangernoises]

[ Weird that he doesn't so much as flinch when the scalpel sinks deep into his shoulder the weight to the others mechanical arm causing it to slice downwards. Deeper. The blood seeps through his clothes and clings to it as the white colors become stained red. He doesn't move away from Komaeda, finding himself absolutely hard and ecstatic. Indeed, hard that's a boner sir.

Ecstatic as he is, he does not so much as miss a beat. The dexterous killer whom rivals the Knight classes with his intricate knowledge of fighting. Reaches with his finger tips, locked eyes with Komaeda. A distraction of sorts, seeing as his own gaze was rather carnal in a manner of speaking. Also let’s face it Komaeda is a sick man at the end of the day. With this in mind, Hyde snaps the scalpel right out of Komaeda's mechanical fingertips - a genuinely easy feat for someone like him. Mechanical hand or not. Hyde does not pause with his movements. Flipping the blades between his fingertips as he brought it to his lips. A tongue lining safely against the blade, licking off the blood. He slaps his chest where the cut were, and simply says. Despite the hard red look along his face. Despite how absolutely enthralled he is by this exchange. ]

You can’t even help someone like yourself, why would I want to rely on something finicky like that?

[ He has nothing neat or finicky to say, he just snarls at him as if he were a dog. Well he definitely needs to cool down, and he is definitely making sure that blood doesnt get anywhere on the floor -because then all the fun would have to end.

BUT ITS FINE BECAUSE IT DEFINITELY DOES AFTER THIS!! FOR THEM BOTH!!]

THEY ARE BONDING LET THEM

[commences]

Help myself? Everything I do is for the people around me...

( why would komaeda need to fix himself when he has to help the people around him, make sure their hope functions properly, and bring the world into a land without despair. if he's allowed to do that, then he'll be happy, satisfied with everything's he's done. no one has to rely on komaeda, because he'll act without them needing to give him the say so, instead, he wants to give himself. use him for those deeds, and yet, not too many people understand. )

Am I really that finicky? ( he asks, though his hands are placed on the surface of the table as he watches the other lick the scalpel, removing his own blood to prevent any unfortunate circumstances. he's been there numerous times, and while it'd be enough to stop the game that they're playing, he doubts hyde would want that at all. ) Is it wrong to see the sort of hope you hold along with everyone else here?

MY TITLE: THEM BEING FAMILY!!

[dangernoises]

Yeah, you fucking are - freak. UGHH, there you go again.

[ Hyde presses hard onto the bleeding gash on his arm. As if it were normal, welcoming the burning sensation he has as he attempts to make sure the blood doesnt seep or fall unto the floor. Maybe he will go after this to clean it up or something - he'll fix himself fuck it.

His attention to Komaeda is that of some interest and respite, but he seems as contradictory as ever as he speaks again. ]

Talking 'bout hope like it matters. I don't give a fuck what you itchin to make, what I give a damn about aint nothin for you to be trying to help with. So cut it.

[ Thats what he seems to understand from Komaeda - I want to help you. Are his words, and it pisses Hyde off a lot because deep down he kinda wants that - wants the help from someone. For a number of reasons, but the sort of help Komaeda seems to want to give is nothing that aligns with his own wants. Hyde feels that, if Komaeda gave him help it would guilt him into doing what the other wants and expects of him. Hyde's entire existence is to care little for others wants, and break the systematic rules of what people want out of him.

More or less, Komaedas actions are of kindness and he knows that and for that reason alone it disgusts him. He dont want to deal with that mess. Tldr too much responsibility gtfo. ]