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))

Comments

[rhymed]

[ It's uncomfortable. The closeness, the fact that she can feel her breath tickle against his face; his glasses are still hidden in his pocket and his face is entirely exposed, with no rose tint to mask his expression. Hajun chooses to look away, trying instead to find a comfortable place on his side. ]

... So what now?

[ He's here. Chillin'. ]

[contrarily]

( so close. she can see all of his face now, uncovered and boyish, his eyes, for once not hidden behind these glasses. it makes her heart skip a stupid beat — it's normal, she thinks, to start getting flustered when a boy is this close, but still... listen.

she can feel his breath on her face. it's distracting. )

Now we kiss, of course. Duh! ( so she covers her embarrassment with a grin, sticking her tongue out playfully. )

[rhymed]

[ Hajun, of course, remains neutral despite Rika being the source of most of his frustrations in this school. She's an enigma, a person he can remember so vividly as they were stuck in this loop; lowering her walls, allowing her in, and immediately pushing her away. Instinctively he wants to do the same here and just leave her to pout in the fourt by herself but...

Whatever.

He unceremoniously places a hand to her face. Gently, fingers following the shape of her jaw while his thumb brushes against the highest point of her cheek. Examining her, Hajun's eyes are undoubtedly concentrating on how she responds, quietly awaiting an answer. ]

[contrarily]

( ah, wait. he wasn't meant to go along with this? she likes pushing him — about as much as he likes pushing her, she guesses, their relationship always rocky, always full of ups and downs. whether the memories she has of him from the past are real or not, she doesn't know — but she's seen him vulnerable, and he's seen her vulnerable, and that's plenty enough to make her see him differently from others.

it's not something just anybody is allowed to see — she's sure it's the same for him, too. )

... ( well, she's as stumped as it gets, right about now, chest rising and falling in strained breaths as her gaze falls from his eyes down to his lips, then back up.

and then she looks away, embarrassed, lips pursed in a thin line. )

Stop messing around with me...

[rhymed]

[ When you give Yeon Hajun an inch, he'll quite literally take a mile. The moment Rika thinks she can push him into a corner he's quick to push back; aggressive and relentless, not giving her any room to breathe.

He wouldn't be against the idea of suffocating her until she's scrambling out of the fort in effort of saving her dignity, but maybe he should stop here.

Maybe. ]

What's wrong? [ He asks, strands of blond peeking into his vision as his eyelashes frame the delicate curve of his eyes. ] Are you scared that you'll fall in love with me?

[contrarily]

( she already feels like she's out of breath just laying beneath him, elbows giving out until she's flat on her back. at least she's got more room to breathe like this... not that the distance makes it any easier.

he's still close, and she can still feel the warmth radiating off his body, her senses full of him. )

Fall for a guy with this rotten of a personality? ( ... yeah, sounds about right, honestly.

making good life choices is for people raised with proper guidance. ) As if... this shit you probably work on every female fan won't work on me, got it?

( she's blushing, anyway, but listen. )

[rhymed]

Mhm. [ He nods, unhesitating. ] You're no goddess, you could only pair with a person just as awful as you.

[ Be realistic? But what he says doesn't apply to him -- Allen and Anne are wonderful people. ]

Well... you're blushing, so obviously something is working.

[contrarily]

( ... ah, that's right. bad girls don't deserve good boys, right? someone like her... can only be with someone just as awful. you have to earn good treatment and your own happiness, after all. )

It's... 'cause you're really close... ( still. ) I'm a pure maiden, so of course I'm blushing!!

( duh? this is probably the first time she's ever had a guy literally loom over her like this? let her live bitch )

[rhymed]

[ I wanted to point out that Hajun has been on his side from a few tags ago... but I couldn't. I just couldn't do it. Here he is still awkwardly hovering over her and welcome to Jackass. ]

Have you never had a boyfriend? Even back home?

[ He pauses, briefly. ]

That's understandable, actually.

[contrarily]

( show me the proof but also idk where he is anymore )

W... what do you mean, understandable?! I just didn't care to! I was an idol, so... it's not like we were allowed.

( she huffs, offended. )

What about you? Did you leave someone behind?

[rhymed]

[ I showed you proof of him on his side.

Finally, he draws his hand back. ]

But you stopped, right? I doubt that your manager would let your roots grow out like that... [ With that, Hajun blinks: ] Two, to be precise.

[contrarily]

( I KNOW NOW )

I was in mourning when I did. ( so she wasn't thinking about dating. stupid. anyway: ) And shut up!! This isn't how my hair looked when I was in all-out kiss. I had it dyed pink.

( blond is just her own choice, and the roots... well, listen. give her a dye here and she'll fix them?? )

Two... friends, or something more... ?

[rhymed]

Mourning? [ The question is asked before his brain stops him; Hajun shouldn't have asked, he doesn't want an answer. The potential of her opening up and getting closer in a way they shouldn't makes his stomach twist. He's good at pretending to befriend others, but the actual act of it is that line he doesn't want to cross.

Don't step on it. Don't stomp and kick it out -- the second everything breaks he feels that there's no turning back. ]

We live together. We're like coworkers, so nothing romantic.

[ But they're definitely married and Hajun just doesn't want to admit it. ]