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Clamor Ventus ([personal profile] sunstead) wrote in [community profile] yogen2021-05-22 03:25 am

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 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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[personal profile] moderating 2021-05-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the heat against the clothes, and her thin shirt. The way his nose wrinkles, his insistent shuffling, all no less from feeling potentially restless and because he is in a state of weakness beneath her. The talking that he does, and his breath starts to tickle along her body. He would probably notice her heartbeat quickening. Would notice she forgets to breathe again more often, takes in a sudden breath here and there. She is in a trance cleaning the locks of his hair. Thinking hard about what he says because she wants to consider the meaning of it carefully. The response of her words that she knows he will listen to attentively.

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?