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]

[ Oh. Hm. His turn to reach up and cup her face, which he can do if they're face to face now, forcing her to look at him like she did before. ]

Would you kill for me, Rika? To save my life? To save yours?

[contrarily]

( he's holding onto her, so he can feel her tremble: would she? wouldn't she? up until this place, taking a human life... was almost unthinkable. which is funny, because she's never had trouble killing the humanoid monsters made up from girls' memories — but that was different, easier. here, actions have consequences, she never thought herself capable, but...

the sight of the girl, with her throat slit, lingers in her mind. if she didn't hesitate — if she stabbed hyde right then and there — she could've probably saved her. was it because the girl wasn't someone she cared about? is she just too weak? would she do it, were it rokkun or someone she knew?

... she feels like she might have. where bravery might not take her, desperation can. )

If it's to save you... if it's to save us...

[adsum]

Mm...

[ He smooths her bangs back, letting them fall again as he brushes the hair off her shoulders, placing his hands there instead now.

That smile is back on his face, gentle, voice a whisper so only she can hear, inches away from his face. ]

If I get in too deep, and can't stop, would you be able to stop me? Kill me, to save yourself? To save everybody else here. Would you be able to forgive me?

youre killing me thank u

[contrarily]

( no... she doesn't want to think about that. she doesn't want to lose people she cares about. she's trying really hard not to tear up, as his fingers gently brush her hair back, lips curving into a deep frown.

before he can see anything else, she leans down to press her forehead to his shoulder, holding onto his upper arms. )

Senpai, the truth is... ( a secret for a secret, right? ) I don't... I don't know if I deserve to live. I — wanted to make up for what I've done... but in the end, I... ( haven't. chiemi's still dead, she still feels guilty, and though she wants to live, she's still not sure whether it's within her right.

but, if her existence can be of some use to everyone else... maybe she won't be as selfish as she'd always thought she was. )

I don't want to lose Senpai. I don't want to lose anyone else... !

he was just the pizza delivery boy, what happened

[adsum]

[ She really is good at wiping the smile off his face, and when she looks away, and there is nobody to smile for, he lets himself frown too, ducking his head and pressing his lips briefly to the side of Rika's head, pulling her into a hug and not asking it's okay this time because her answer wouldn't change the fact that he want to hold her close. He's always been a selfish person. Most people are, he thinks, most people would fight tooth and nail to keep what's theirs safe— most people aren't put in a situation like murderschool to have to make that decision and think those thoughts.

It's why he isn't in the position to make friends. If he stands alone... He can fight with all he has, because he has absolutely nothing left to lose. ]

Living isn't something that's deserved or undeserved. It's not something you do for the sake of others, or to make up for something... How I see it, it just is. Rika. I want you to live with everything you have. And I will too.

[ And if in the end, one of them has to kill another, it would be a tragedy. ]

PLEASE WHAT HAPPENED also i forgot to say but that icon u showed me... looks up... rokkun...........

[contrarily]

( for people who have always been alone, being alone is easier. she thought it'd be easier for her, too — tried to keep people at a comfortable distance, not allowing them in until the very end. the screams of her friends, their pleas to continue on living, just as she was about to give up — it hurts to say, but she was ready to ignore all of it, wanting nothing more but to be saved.

sometimes, it takes a near-death experience to realize you care a little too much to simply let go.

she wants to save herself. she wants to save her friends, too — and whether rokkun wants to be her friend or not, well, it's too late now? the casual intimacy, the small affections — she's just a teenage girl, what did he expect? she feels his lips against her temple and shivers, inhaling him in.

in the end, he really is the meanest. )

... then, can you promise me one thing?

i didn't think i would ever use that icon so i skipped it like A FOOL

[adsum]

[ He really is the meanest, and he knows it, resting the side of his head against hers and staring out into the darkness of nothing. ]

What is it?

[ There's no automatic promise, no promise to do whatever no matter what, no naivety in that sense but he will hear her out. ]

ITS OK U COULDNT HAVE KNOWN ROKKUN WOULD GROW THIS MUCH

[contrarily]

( god, she feels so stupid asking. she hates voicing her feelings or wants or anything, but... she's already sitting in his lap and it's long past embarrassment o'clock, so: )

Um... tonight, can we just... ( UUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH ) s... tay like this? ( so he doesn't... go off and murder peOPLE WHEN THEY'RE ASLEEP BUT ALSO he's warm and

okay she's not going to think about this position any more. he's warm. end of story. )

rokkun growing up from fingernail boy

[adsum]

[ It's a good thing they're not facing each other so she can't see the way he smiles, or the way he wants to laugh but wills himself not to, but she can maybe feel the way his hug tightens and doesn't relax again. ]

Of course we can. But let's enjoy the sleepover first, and play to our hearts' content. Later, when you're ready, I'll be here.

[ So other sleepover things can happen and also Rokkun can go to Komaeda and tell him he has somebody to sleep with tonight, yesssss just like in the movies ]

im so proud of him... and also in love with him

[contrarily]

( NOT ROKKUN GETTING TO EXPERIENCE MOVIE SCENES BEFORE HE GOES HOGWILD )

Hm... I guess there's still a lot of games to play, huh? ( she perks up, a little, more relaxed now that he promised. he better not try to sneak away or she Will throw him back down? )

he's insane

[adsum]

Yeah. There's that one where you... break a glass bottle?

[ Wave it threateningly at somebody's face? He doesn't know, he's never had a sleepover before. ]

and? that's his charm point

[contrarily]

... you mean spin the bottle?

( WHAT WOULD BREAKING IT EVEN DO??? )

insanity is why komaeda won't die

[adsum]

Huh? How is that fun?

[ IT'S JUST SPINNING A BOTTLE??? ]

it's a good thing he won't bc he wants to and i'd hate to give him what he wants

[contrarily]

Weell, there's a few variations of the game. Usually, you sit people in a circle, spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to kiss the person who spun it.

( she nods. it's a fun game... not that she's ever played it properly but — )

There's also a truth or dare version, where the person who the bottle lands on has to pick either, and the one who spun it gives it to them.

[adsum]

Huh.

[ Said like he thinks he likes his version of the game better, but he's not going to say that out loud. ]

And... pillow fights. How lethal are— well, we'd have to find a substitute, first.

[contrarily]

( she thinks about all the scenes in movies where someone kills the other with a pillow by smothering them and figures... it's a good thing there's none around here. )

No pillows, so no pillow fights. If you need a pillow, you can use my lap ~

[adsum]

[ please, let him reenact the movies ]

...I could probably destroy somebody with your lap...

[contrarily]

( NO!! )

... are you calling me fat?

[adsum]

No.

[ ...he does not elaborate ]

[contrarily]

( ??? insane

she thinks she can handle looking at his face again, though, slowly straightening up in his lap. her eyes are a little red, and she's obviously pouting, because... he's so rude? )

Senpai... you've got a girl in your lap and you keep talking about some dumb stuff. ( like, trying to kill people with laps and pillows? hello? )

[adsum]

Hm. The only way to fix that is to not talk.

[ Or else he'll just say dumb things; this is why he's no good with people, this is why it's so hard pretending to be a normal good kind senpai-kun. ]

We don't have to talk. We can just sit like this...

[ cups her face, squishes her cheeks ]

[contrarily]

( he's suggesting not talking, while they're in a dimly-lit blanket fort, and cupping her face... but he still won't kiss her? what a coward... smh...

if he has the guts to swing at people with whatever he can get his hands on, he should have the guts to kiss a girl? )

Senpai... ( she huffs, grabbing onto his hands. ) If you don't kiss me, I'll bite your nose off.

[adsum]

[ He screws up his nose, like he wants to laugh, and instead of pulling away he leans forward, poking at her bottom lip with the tip of his nose. So she can have a taste, if the sandwiches from last time weren't enough. ]

Close your eyes.

[contrarily]

( was rokkun eating people before he came over be honest )

... ( well, you only live once, and all. if rokkun turns into some sort of an eldritch abomination when her eyes are closed, well... at least she can say her first kiss was eventful.

so, she closes her eyes, tense with anticipation. )

[adsum]

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Seeing Rika's eyes close, Rokkun lifts his head and brushes the hair off her face with one hand, fingers playing with the hair at the back of her head as he places a kiss on the tip of her nose, breathes a laugh on her lips but kisses the side of her mouth, her jaw, peppers them down the side of her neck.

They're selfish kisses, ones he can give but don't allow to be returned. ]