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THERE AINT NO PARTY LIKE A BLANKET FORT SLUMBER PARTY
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.
((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 togay 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))
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:
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...
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.
((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
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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Mm, shouldn't you eat a little more then bread though?
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It's the world's scraps, I thought it'd be enough.
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Hmm.... [ She never bothered with telling him to eat more before, so she says. ] Alright, I'll be back.
[ And then she comes back, and she brought back a loaf of bread but then cute tiny octopus hotdogs too because they looked really cute. She also got him butter, and some tea to drink. ]
Here you go.
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staring at all that she brought back, he looks it over one by one to see what stands out to him. it's mostly the bread loaf, i'm not going to lie, and maybe the butter. )
Nanami-san, this is too much good luck, I don't think I can accept it.
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( that's not what she means, and he doesn't know that, but he's pretty happy with it so far as he proceeds to touch it, and those little spiders just run around enjoying themselves. please, save him, he can't be looking like this all the time. now, while he may need help in the department, he's thrilled about the compliment, and he's too happy to actually think about eating. thank you nanami-san. )
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Um, I - [ Pick your words correctly Nanami.... ] clean it.
[ She decides never mind, they are moving on from his tender moment. Not with that mess in his hair. ]
Komaeda there are spiders in your hair.
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( and you know, komaeda is never liked... so he might take this as something to enjoy. )
Ah... if they bite me... then that's a problem, isn't it?
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I'm going to clean your hair. You look like you crawled through the vents.
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Let's go to a homeroom by ourselves... I wouldn't want others to witness the problem with my hair, I'd make them feel disgusted...
( and where's the hope in that? )
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[ Nanami states plainly, she lets go of his wrist because touching others for long periods of times still alarms her. It's too intimate for her to do, so she places her hands back in her pockets and walks over toward where ever the room where Home Ec is. Because she spent some time cleaning up some water, ]
What room can we use?
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( 1-d, i'm pretty sure, i can't remember. there's no one else there, and you know if someone comes and kills them then that's that. either way, komaeda follows after nanami, peeking into the home ec room as they get there. )
Should I fill a bowl with water and carry it?
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[ Nanami says, walking over to the fridge and pulling out two jugs of clear cleaned water! Thanks Sherlock. She spent sometime helping too, so theyre her work and effort. She comes over and places both in his arms. ]
We should actually use the bathroom sink for your hair...
[ Nanami is thinking to herself, ]
And a chair okay. This way.
[ Anyway she is in charge!! And they are going, going to the bathroom first and she grabbed a chair for him!! Thankfully the chair doesn't ride high at the back so he can lean backwards and hold his head over the sink!! It doesnt matter girls or boys. You pick. ]
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as they're inside, komaeda looks around, choosing the sink on the left that's closest to the exit, and that's if anyone comes in, they'll be able to deal with them properly. )
Doing this for trash like me... you don't have to, Nanami-san...
( he speaks slow, like he's choosing his words carefully so he doesn't say anything wrong. )
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[ She says after waiting a moment, as if she were equally doing the same. ]
Hm, the spiders dont want to leave. I summon - beetlekun in attack mode!!
[ Its fine she wont show them fear, she takes out her beetle friend who was chilling in a jar with holes in her bag and lets them comically battle. Beetlekun wins of course, the spiders disperse!!! They crawl up along the walls and go far away. ]
Are you gunna be comfortable to not move for a little bit?
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...
( he contemplates this genuinely, and if he thinks about how long he was laying within the sleep chamber, it doesn't sound as bad as that. sitting down in the chair that she picked, komaeda sits perfectly still for a dead guy walking. he keeps his eyes off the mirror, and instead he looks at the sink like he's waiting for the faucet to turn on — since that's not happening, his eyes drop further towards the floor at the jugs of water. )
I'll be fine, Nanami-san... You can do your worst, and if you think about choking me from behind... that's fine too.
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[ Well its fine, the beetlekun - he had a glorious battle and now he must rest his power levels to be released once more. It goes back in her jar and she leans over and grabs the water jug. It's cold water sorry Nagito! However she is very careful about pouring it on his hair, you know because not only is it really cold. She doesn't wanna get it in his eyes.
Nanami actually kept some soap too in her back pack. So she pulls it out after placing the jug down and plops it onto the sink. ]
I'm sorry its cold.
[ Her hand smooth along the sides of his cheek and then to his temples where she pokes them at either side of him. They press in just a teeny tiny bit and if he opens his eyes she will give him a '3' look. With the most empty eyed complexion, but with her lips pursed and a bit embarrassed. ]
Don't look.
[ Because shes gunna hover over him a little & her tits are huge, and she has tender girlish feelings so close your eyes Komaeda. ]
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( as the cold water is dropped on him and he's sensitive as a cat, his hair that stays up at all cost like some sort of eldritch abomination falls down against its will. there's only so much it can do, but what nanami will find from komaeda's hair is still silvery-gray, and it's darker in areas because of the dirt, along with age. it's longer than what she'd expect from how it goes way father down to his collarbones compared to when they were in the simulation. he leans forward across the sink as nanami pokes and prods his cheek, and he doesn't part his eyes open yet since he's trying to become comfortable with the situation he's in.
it's uncomfortable for him — whether it's because someone else is doing it or because he hardly does it himself, it's different. he wouldn't say terrifying, but his eyes part as her hands press against his temples — is she trying to bathe him there? is this what this is? learning the true reason behind it makes him look up through wet bangs, but she's obscured by his hair anyway so between seeing and not seeing her tits — she's fine. if komaeda can see tsumiki's pusspuss on a daily when she falls over, this man can see huge ol' bombbongles and be pretty much fine!
which when he is exposed to them, he kind of just stares naturally without really thinking much of it, but if she's willing to make that comment in the first place... he might as well. closing his eyes, he rests his forehead against her chest and is getting his wet hair on her clothing... listen, he doesn't know what you want him to do. he guesses this is the best way to keep his head up for her to wash it?
there's a few spider eggs in there that needs to be removed, as well as a lot of dirt... this man has not washed since he's been a remnant. you know the kids ain't let him do SHIT, ok unless, when they were on the boat and they got a wash, but you never know. lil anime tingz. )
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She just keeps thinking about how different her memories of him - others memories of him in the school life. Versus how he looks now, his hair was lighter so this was now a game for her. She is gunna gently scrub his hair really well because after seeing what was originally living in this seaweed hair she is very determined to give it a good cleaning.
She's not...
SHSL House Keeper.
But hm....
She smiles softly thinking about it, and well how maybe their old homeroom teacher would look at her with a promising affirming look seeing her do this. Proud even.
No use thinking about ghosts in this moment, her hands tenderly waltz along the bottom of his head. Each finger lining along his roots until the reached beneath his ears and toward the back of his neck then - scritch scritch scritch.
This was pretty big ordeal for her too, a lot of touching but since she was currently turning off the 'girlish side' of her and taking on the 'Class Rep of 77-B' title seriously. Her mind kind of diminished the feelings of his skin or his hair. Especially when she notices how cold he is! Anyway she peppers some soap into his hair, and she starts gently massaging it's bubbles into the lengths of his locks. Thank god the water smoothed it over, shes worried though its a bit cold.
After a moment she finally decides to say something to him. ]
Ne, ne Nagito-kun [ FINE ill write the fucking honorifics. ], were the beetles and bees your thing?
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though, he's probably not the only one. )
Yep, they had their use in helping a few... I wanted to see how everyone's hope worked with them.
( nanami is applied in the some considering she used the beetle to eat away at the spiders, or scare them off. there was also tanaka who was covered in head to toe of them, he seemed to be back in his element. just something simple, not too life threatening, but did komaeda's methods work to what he was looking for? who knows. he sigs from her touch, allowing himself to focus on something else that's not her chest — his thoughts rather, the fact that the bees left out from the room after they noticed hyde, the damnation that went through the adult's party when he suggested his dares. )
What do you think of everyone...? Are they coming together...
( nanami just got here so maybe she'll see how close they've become, besides, she's been having a lot of fun since this whole sleepover commenced. and even now, she is still a concept of hope to him, even though he doesn't say anything vocally about it. his memories are enough to validate him. )
I wonder... if they'll make it... some of them are weak.
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So she thinks about him, the analytical conception of her existence does that quite often. It is that she doesn’t talk, and that she thinks very hard about the compounds and direction of his words and what they could mean. As if there were a branch of meanings that she watched envelope in her mind trying to understand each meaning of it.
He worries for weaknesses, and she knows that with her fingers dancing and scrubbing against his cranium he is uncomfortable. Feels himself disgusting. Thinks that he is trash. While Nanami thinks to herself about her own weaknesses. About how she cant do anything on her own, but if others are there with her - then she can do just a little bit more. ]
If we believe in each other... And rely on one another, then we will fill in for the weaknesses we have.
[ His hair is almost done, but maybe now she's just keeping him here to clean and help him relax - maybe. Make him use to such a gesture of kindness. What Komaeda does not know is the normalcy and need of others to take care of one another. However he has never seen it in his life, so why would he know? Nanami herself as well, though through Hinata’s actions and watching how powerful everyone was together. How the group could seemingly accomplish anything so long as they believed in one another - this was her idea of hope.
She wanted to act upon that.
Especially since she already lost her life once.
So what if Komaeda cannot remember to wash? Cannot remember to do something normal? Nanami can’t even remember to eat sometimes if someone doesn’t remind her. Or pull her away from games - what sort of relevance to the idea of needing each other does Komaeda continue to forget about? Or not believe in?
Nanami thinks it’s fine, and that there's more value in simply showing or doing something then constantly trying to talk him out of it. Which is inevitably why she is here washing his hair. Doing it like it was normal, and she would do it again if she needed to. She thinks she's merely doing something like what Hinata does - or has done in the past. Remind her to eat, remind her to take care of her own health.
This was her belief, her hope.]
You should learn to do less, and believe in your friends.
That is my Hope.
[ Depending on his answer she may pinch his nose. ]
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That makes sense.
( he hums in thought, the scratching of his scalp starts to feel nice, but his mind wavers here and there, but one thing stays true. )
They can't do it, alone. Their hope is far too small for them, they can't even walk on their own two legs...
( does nanami understand how their hope works, how her hope works? her hope is far kinder, gentler than what komaeda knows. he only knows pain, and then watching someone overcome that to become numb to what they've been through so that they can prevail all over again. they need a little help, a small point in the right direction, and while komaeda's unable to hand out all the answers, he can do just this. give them hurdles, make sure they're always on their toes for what could happen next.
he thinks about it, but the constant attention to his head helps ease his thoughts, he's able to sort through them more clearly. he starts to adjust himself to the smell of nanami's soap that's either on her body or what she puts into his hair, it's faint, but it makes his nose wrinkle as he continues to find it. he doesn't know if that's weird or out of place, or if that'd make her worry if she can feel the twitch of his nose. she hasn't been here as long as majority of them, no, she's fresh to the horrors and problems surrounded by this school, and he smiles regardless because as long as the ultimates are here — everyone can be guided to that goal. )
It's because we're friends is why I have to do this — ( but the way he uses that term isn't proper, it's all part of that insanity of his that gives him the right to do whatever he wants. his hands raise, gripping at the sink in thought about his statement, and he knows better than anyone that no one is actually his friend — he holds them at arm's length, he knows his vices, the terrible things that come from being around him. a normal life surrounded by people isn't true normalcy (but how would he know when he doesn't know what normalcy is?), he's adjusted himself to empty voices, soundless places where no one is there, and it's only him. )
To see their hope have meaning, I have to do what I can to ensure that it shines...
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However, her mind starts to waver. She's all too hyper aware of the feeling of touch, bit by bit everything knitting together. The heat of his breath - all of it starts to cause her mind to wander. Nanami had a complex for a few things, touch was one of them. It is because how touch holds such depth of meaning when enacted. That she fears the intricacies of it, if she ever touched another person let alone an animal. The fact that she is here doing this with Nagito, is a big step for her. If not, it is meaningful in itself. However, she feels herself burning up and she’s not sure why. Not because she doesn’t know, when two people touch one another you can become heated, but because she’s not entirely sure why she feels that way. When all she's doing is washing his hair. This is why she hates touching anything.
Nanami thinks about how it is probably weird her chest is in his face and he is just minding it obediently. That she is just clocking in her friendship points in this little ‘game’ of all of theirs. Maybe she secretly wanted that, maybe she secretly was being a bit devious and giving him a little memory of them together. Normalcy. The best that her conception of it could give. Scenarios that were memorable, and stood out - scenarios like this. You know, like in games. Heart events and all that. That way if it ever came up, if there was ever an occurrence to talk about it. She could always jokingly say, ‘Your face sat in my chest though?’
Yeah that was it, but don’t tell Hinata that.
But she admittedly can’t find the words to say against what he says. Her mind is fuzzy, her heart is beating fast and when she manages to calm down from time to time. After holding her breath. She just feels like she can't say anything right - but she tries!! ]
Is it so bad to just sit back and believe in others - and just watch?
[ So says the programmed Observer. Unable to ever relate to the proactive actions the other takes - the self instilled means of helping others. Like a Merlin to his King Arthur. Like those sages in games, to their Heroes. She thought though, he tried too hard to fill a role that was not meant for him. ]
Maybe…?
[ As time increases she decides to finally rinse the soap out of his hair now. And she has a moment, where she realizes as she separates and grabs the water jug once more. That she didn’t quite wanna let go of him, and her face is a little red unbeknownst to her. The feeling of it is not entirely new, but she isn't regulated to its feeling so she dismisses it entirely for the time being. Coming back over and gently making sure the water doesn’t pour down his face. Or overwhelm him with how cold it is.
She backs away a bit from him when she’s done and looks down at him. ]
Okay ready? For me to dry it?