i'll be dreaming of the day we meet again

[innocentloveholic]

[ After she gets Fern patched up, Aligula starts on what might be her Best Party Ever.

...until her next one, anyway. It's no surprise where she's hosting today: it's the dormitory area. Throughout the hours of setting it up, it gets more and more colorful—the doors of the dead (both newly deceased and old) get childish paper cut-out flowers (think the daisy looking ones), while the living get stars. They're all in different colors, with no real discernible pattern! Long strands of ribbon decorate the walls along with more colorful party hat-looking cut-outs, in and out of the little cul-de-sac areas. In the center of the area are blankets laid out with plates of pancakes and trays of tea, stacked on tables made out of books. (There are also parfaits in wine glasses, because of course there are.)

More importantly, there are pillows across the floor of the entire hallway and especially stacked around the center, and in every little room area there's a nice note posted to one of the walls, in Aligula's ever familiar curly handwriting:



Apparently, today's after-party is the slumber party type to even help people who might not want to wander the hallways tonight. ...and look, Luca, she even took your advice. ]

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[killedbyapig]

[he realizes, even in his haze, that starting a fight in a relatively tight knit face filled with people is Not A Good Plan.]

No, no, we've got a whole room for that sort of thing. We'll use the dojo.

[hentopan]

Let's go then. [ And off to the dojo they go.]

Unarmed or are you like Yuri?

[killedbyapig]

Unarmed. I'm more likely to kill you if I've got a weapon. [and while nobody would blame him being executed sounds unfun.] Shall we do it like a tournament melee, then? Last man standing wins.

[hentopan]

Keheheheh. [ That's bold, but his reply is to take out his two butterfly knives and fling them into the wall behind him casually.]

A lot of people have tried to kill me, it doesn't work. [ Not here, but details!] Whatever, that works.

Come at me, Kingey~.

[killedbyapig]

[some people are intelligent, thoughtful fighters. some people can write fights.

so Robert just fucking tackles him like a linebacker who found out the QB is fucking his wife.]

[hentopan]

[ You know who tried that move on him first? Isaac. And it's actually kind of irritating because it just serves as a reminder. But it also means that on a normal night he'd be more than prepared for such the thing-- he's not the strongest fighter but he is one of the most agile.

Except tonight isn't any night, and he's a lot slower than he should be. He sees the move and he tries to react in time but nope, his reflexes aren't there. So instead he is cursing and trying to kick at Rob frantically because boy did he not think think through, to agree to a fight tonight.]

[killedbyapig]

[Bob's really good at just being huge; he's won a lot of similar scraps by using his greater size and weight against smaller opponents. when he's got him pinned, he smirks.]

Not standing anymore, are ya? [so that means it's over already???

haha. no. it means he's gonna pull back and throw a punch at Terumi's face as hard as he can.]

[hentopan]

Go screw yourself! [ But he doesn't back down or show any fear or regret. He can't really dodge that punch when he's pinned like this, but he does at least manage to turn his head a bit so it's not as painful as it could be.

But it still fucking hurts, even if he seems kind of amused at being hit like this-- as he's grinning like a bit of a lunatic. There's a reason him and Isaac got along so splendidly.]

[killedbyapig]

[is there anything less satisfying than someone smiling after you've fucking decked them? no. no, there is not.

so, he stands, shaking out his hand as he does so.]

Think I've made my point well enough. [he reaches down, offering him a hand up.]

[hentopan]

[ While a lot of times he would try to keep the fight going, or at least try to get a proper hit back, tonight's not the night for it. This was a bad idea, but like hell he's going to admit it.]

You hit pretty fucking hard. [ He takes a second to try and get his bearings and then gets up on his own, ignoring that hand.]

Remind me to fight you again when I can do it properly.