( OPEN ) we are here and going to make it everyone's problem

[cranekin]

WHO: Team Everlight and YOU
WHAT: Breaking the ice with a spontaneous slumber party
WHERE: Everlight wing
WHEN: Some time after arrival
WARNINGS: Destroying friendships with UNO or something. Will edit for real as things come up.

(The fun thing about being taken and thrown into a new place is no one really knows you so when Tsurumaru Kuninaga is missing from dinner, he's sure no one really notices. Eventually someone will learn that whenever he's missing for too long, he's probably up to something if he doesn't actually have something to do.

He returns some time towards the end of dinner, when most people have probably begun to settle a bit for the evening. He stumble-dashes back to the base with an armful of plastic shopping bags and oooh he is definitely up to something…)

& SET UP

In the Everlight wing, they need to do some ☆re-arranging☆. Some desks and chairs need to be borrowed from rooms to drag outside for the food. While they're at it, they might as well grab the blankets and pillows too. They might also have to figure out what appropriate music to play. So maybe someone knocks on your door to commandeer your furniture and time. Or maybe they figure out a way to play music so everyone can hear and you end up drawn out by music.

Maybe you get sent out to buy more snacks and drinks for everyone while you're standing around with nothing to do. Let's go, Everlights. It's time to drag people into early shenanigans.

& FOOD & GAMES

There is plenty of food to be found. Check out the mixed bottles of different flavored sodas and teas, assorted chocolates, and other sweets from the convenience stores. Eventually, a couple of pizzas and a few more substantial things might show up on the table. Some of them are traditional flavors characters will be used to seeing but others may… be more out there. There sure are a lot of more experimental foods combinations in the future, huh? Have you ever tried coffee-flavored water? Yogurt-flavored potato chips? Flaming hot lava chocolate? What about calamari Oreo pizza? Well, now is your chance.

There are also stacks of playing cards and maybe some other silly toys and games from whatever is the equivalent of a dollar/pound store in the future.The 100 Kryptos store? Which version of UNO do you know how to play? Do you know how to play Werewolf or Mafia? There are plenty of bottles to spin. Give someone a call and see if they answer or else you have to eat one of those cursed pizza slices. Of course, when enough people gather around, there are plenty of other ways to make your own fun.

& CHILL

For more introverted characters that might want a quieter place to hang out, some Everlight has probably left their room open. Pillows and blankets have been piled into the room to make it a quieter, more laidback place to hang out. When was the last time you made a pillow fort?

// WILDCARD/OOC

Hello, Tsuru gets bored easily and he wants everyone to have ☆good vibes☆ because bad vibes make him sad so he is steamrolling and dragging people into slumber party shenanigans. It's in the Everlight wing but other characters can hop over if they're curious or dragged in. I asked the mods about the potential consequences of staying the night and they said it would be fine for the slumber party so go wild.

Treat this as an open mingle and feel free to come up with your own ideas and tag around. If anyone really needs me for anything, you can DM me or catch me on plurk (yosakoi ).

Comments

belatedly, cw: death, suicidal ideation.

[yoke]

[ sometimes he still thinks of it—what if he didn't shoot rollo? what if he'd waited a moment longer? would vash have really gotten through to him? was it really too late for the kid as he had thought? he'll never know the answer. wolfwood has lost the ability to regret; given the opportunity to go back in time, he likely would have done the same. doing it for the contract was an easy cop-out excuse, but he knows better, the ugly truth that lies at the heart of it.

here's the thing, him and rollo weren't so different: kids turned into monsters, turned into killing machines. two sides of the same shitty coin. maybe it was a mercy—was rollo even living at that point?—or maybe it was the selfish, cowardly part of wolfwood that wished someone would do the same to him.

but it doesn't matter now. they'll never see eye-to-eye on it and maybe that's okay. vash has seen all that ugliness in him and he's still willing to lay on his side next to him, sharing his space; soft voice and equally soft words that wolfwood still catches. something softens in his expression, cracking one eye open briefly before reaching out and tugging him closer, like he's back at hopeland and soothing livio from another nightmare. ]

Now you can be a part of the official pillow fort builders' club.

[ecad]

( he thinks — he's always going to think that it could have been different if he'd just waited. if he'd given rollo a chance to come back to himself, instead of continuing to give himself over to the monster in his head, the monster that insisted he'd abandoned him when he'd needed him the most.

but he had, though. hadn't he? he hadn't returned in time enough to intervene, and every day since then he'd spent it thinking that he just hadn't been able to hold on long enough. hang on, little man. you're fine —

there was no way he could have known what would happen in his absence, but een after everything has been said and done, knowing that now doesn't make him feel any better about it. and if he ever found out about what was rolling around in wolfwood's head — thoughts of mercy, of an uncertainty about wishing someone would show him the same sort of mercy — to say he wouldn't handle it well at all would be putting it very, very mildly. but.

it isn't his life to live, is it? nor is it his to keep from ending. even if he would do anything in his power to do just that.

he gives over a soft, quiet grunt when the other man reaches for him and pulls him that much closer, close enough that to settle means tucking himself in against his side, and he does just that, trying to ignore the way his heart is well on its way to tripping over itself right through the spaces between his ribs. after another moment of thought, he gently rests his head on his shoulder, close enough now that he can inhale the scent of his cigarette smoke at its source, and since when was that such a comforting thing?

he hums, quiet and thoughtful. ) I don't think there's any such thing as that … but maybe I'll start one! ( cheeky! )