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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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Close your eyes.
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... ( 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. )
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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. ]
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she can feel her heart beat at a manic pace, hard against her ribs, nervousness spilling over. despite always talking a big game, she's not actually very experienced in these things — but she's just as eager to actually learn as any teenage girl would be. so, she keeps her eyes closed, face a little flushed, hands a little shaky; rokkun has always been? very liberal with physical affection, so she's not even sure why this feels so new, but —
it does and it doesn't, both. she huffs a little, when his lips only brush over hers and follow a trail further down — over her jaw and down to her neck, head instinctively tipping to the side.
... isn't that a little risque?! her grip on his hands tightens, lips parting in a small gasp. )
Rocchi — ( insane. he's trying so hard to keep that last sliver of distance between them it's almost funny — she doesn't mind being pampered, but still. ) This isn't what I asked for...
( pouts................ )
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Insane. She asked for a kiss and that's all he can give her, a kiss to her earlobe, her temple, gentle on one eyelid and then the other, a quiet murmur everywhere but on her lips. ]
Is it something I can give? Is it okay if it's me?
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the kisses are pleasant, if not a little detached — she enjoys the attention, and how thorough he is, and technically, this is nothing to complain about, but —
his question makes something in her stomach drop, a heavy, unpleasant feeling; a reminder, maybe, that she's not the only one who feels inadequate. )
Rocchi, you'll make me sad if you ask stuff like that. ( it's her turn to grab his face, leaning forward to press their foreheads together stubbornly. anyway, if rokkun can take a life, he can give a girl a kiss. duh??? ) You said you always wanted to go to a party and make memories, right? I'm helping you, obviously.
( no she will not say she wants it to be him but hopefully this is... enough... can rokkun decipher tsun talk? )
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The memories he wanted to make... the life he wanted to live... the regrets he refuses to have... She never answered whether it's okay that it's him. Maybe it doesn't have to be.
He opens his mouth to speak, but can't find the words, so instead he meets her mouth properly, parts her lips with his tongue. Brings her hands down off his face. His eyes are closed. ]
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she doesn't have to answer him; the fact that she's still here, still firmly planted in his lap, heart beating rabbit-quick, should be enough of an answer. she doesn't know a lot about him, sans the basics — sans the fact that he's a little too unhinged to leave him out of sight at a gathering, sans the fact that he's otherwise a seemingly normal student.
also i totally forgot to mention that her neck is still bandaged up from the cut so he might've kissed some bandages but clearly he's into blood so who cares —
it doesn't matter. what he's done, what he regrets, what he fears — maybe she wants to give him a taste of normalcy, before everything inevitably goes to shit. their lips meet, and he grabs onto her hands, taking them away from his face — she muffles a quiet protest, but his tongue is in her mouth, and there's not much she can do about it? instead, she squeezes his hips with her thighs, closes her eyes and lets their tongues meet, hesitant.
... she knows how they do it in the movies, but it's surprisingly harder to make... not sloppy... when you're doing it yourself —
he tastes cold. a metallic undertone, leaving her thinking she might've used teeth — they graze against his lips, clack against his teeth, clumsy but eager. )
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He pulls away first— immediately leans back in for a quick peck on the lips like he can't help himself, but pulls away again, face flushed and eyes cast down and silent like he doesn't know what to do with himself. I don't know what to do with him? Maybe not talk or acknowledge this ever again, but he does let himself slouch, slide down on the ground until he's gone from sitting to lying and has pulled Rika down with him. ]
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clearly murder is his biggest talent. he's so awkward with other stuff it actually makes her feel a little better — she's all for following her friends' love lives and troubles and conquests, but when it comes to her own... ? head: empty.
at least he seems content enough with this silence. she lets him drag her down to the floor, wrapping an arm around his torso to cling onto him, koala-like.
if she holds on tight enough he can't go and kill people???? genious. )
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he can kill people... another day... ]
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it's probably... early noon when she wakes. she goes to grab them two melon breads and circles back to the classroom. he's still asleep.
...
......
she grabs the marker he used earlier to write on kaede's skin and starts doodling on his face. small hearts, and tiny flowers, there's some whiskers here, too, and an ugly dick right on his forehead. this is what he gets for not getting up for so long??? eventually she starts getting bored and people are starting to clean up and she's kicking him in the side. once, twice. )
Seeeenpaaaai! They're gonna clean you out with the blankets!! ( she sits on his stomach. she starts bouncing on it obnoxiously. ) Get uuuuup! Get up! Get up! ( she'll smack his face, too, for good measure.
the scalpel is next to you better wake up — )
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stop!! let him sleep in, he doesn't have to be awake until Monday. There's some sort of murmured noise indicating that he's alive, and then he rolls over onto his side so he can dump Rika off him, blindly reaching for her to pin her down with one arm and koala her in a Rokkun straightjacket, stop ]
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and speaking of, does he really want to have his arms around her? she can peek under the wristband if she just reaches for it — )
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but she peeks, anyway, because apparently his fresh tallies bleed, and if there's even a hint of it on his wrist, she wants to see. if she didn't know about the tallies, she'd just assume he's like her — as is, it just looks... gruesome. unpleasant. she makes a face and presses herself tighter against him, relaxed in his arms.
maybe she can sleep some more, after all... )