lostcarnival | Ain't no party like a slumber party

Who: Hinawa and YOU!
What: SLEEPOVERRRR
Where: The backyard, in and around Mom Trailer
When: During the event!?
Warnings: ~~sexy~~ pillow fights

A good night's sleep is essential to having a healthy day!... So when the ringleader suggested that everyone just stay awake, Hinawa felt that couldn't be the best solution. Fortunately, with all the dreamcatchers around, she got the inklings of an idea.

Throughout the day, you can find Hinawa scurrying in and around her trailer, gathering up supplies for... something. Clotheslines are strung all around, and plenty of dreamcatchers dangle from them. Pillows and blankets seem to multiply as the day goes on. Finally, in the evening, a cozy campfire appears.

Hinawa herself is tending to the fire, slowly feeding it twigs. A teapot is suspended over the fire, the tiniest hint of steam starting to escape from its spout. If anyone approaches, she'll look up and give them a warm smile, her normally brown eyes now a glittering yellow color.

"Hello! Are you tired? Please, feel free to lie down, there are plenty of blankets for everyone. The tea will be ready shortly, too."

((This is a catchall sleepover log! Don't feel like you need to respond to Hinawa or anything. Just grab a pillow and start having fun!))

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For somebody who wants to make sure everyone else gets enough rest, she doesn't seem to be doing much resting herself. Hinawa's constantly up and down, checking the tea, preparing snacks, and greeting anyone who comes by.

[Among the other, smaller guests was a rather suspicious figure -- a tall, bony skeleton, whose afro pressed precariously against the top of a tent and threatened to dislodge the clothespins holding it up. A few children sat around him, looking somewhere on the scale between 'fascinated' and 'transfixed in terror' as he shone a flashlight up under his skull. ]

But when the boy stepped into the parlor, he could see that it was filled with animals. Portraits of pigs and goats, a stuffed tiger, and a rug made of bearskin! Its eyes seemed to w-watch him as he sat down in a large armchair...

[OH NO A MONSTER. And she was so careful with her dreamcatchers!! What should she do? Go find security? No time! She'd have to take care of this herself. So she sneaks towards the tent, frying pan in hand and-

Wait, he's telling them a story?]

O-oh. [She quickly hides the pan behind her back.] Soooo... what happens next?

[Brook continued, seemingly blissfully unaware of the presence of said frying pan.]

Well, then he heard a voice speaking to him, although no one else was in the room. 'Welcome,' it said, 'To our master's manor. I see that you are weary, yet you have found your way through the forest and to our door. B-but you won't be leaving...!

[The childrens' eyes grew as big as dinner plates as they listened to Brook's story. One let out a little gasp of horror.]

The second resident of the Mom Trailer is not one to let a friend do things alone. Having made quite a few dreamcatchers for the carnival, she hung them all around the trailer on walls, trees, and with the strings where they would let clothes dry, guess-working for safety for the amount of guests they would have, to ensure that anybody falling asleep here would be safe under their shelter.

Yukine looks down at Hinawa from the stairs as she descended, finishing putting the last of them, "I think it's the last of the dreamcatchers. If you want, I can aid you so we finish quickly and you can get rest, Hinawa-sama."

"That's wonderful!" Hinawa claps her hands together at the sight of the last few dreamcatchers. "I did have a few more things to do before inviting everyone in, if youw wouldn't mind helping me out a little?"

"It will be a pleasure, Hinawa-sama." A deep part in Yukine wanted to see her as an aunt, an adoptive mother in this world, while she found herself alongside the strange visages of realities outside of their own.

As she lands on the ground with both feet, she almost bounces as she runs forth to Hinawa, her eyes glowing copper with almost every blink, a little taller than before.

"Is there more food that needs to be cooked, or is there something else, Hinawa-sama?"

"Lie down... and nap?" Papyrus asks, staring around the decorative area. He's torn. There's pillows, and blankets, and all manner of cozy, naptime supplies in the area. The purpose of this gathering is clear! Illicit sleeping, against the Ringmaster's orders!

And yet there's no shortage of dreamcatchers. Indeed, there's so many that even he feels a little outnumbered by them. Maybe it's that sense of intimidation that lets him snap back to being offended by the offer.

"Thank you, but no thanks! I have far too much to do to indulge in public napping!"

The tea kettle over the fire starts to hiss just a little.

"Oh, but it would do you a world of good!" Hinawa insists. "It's just not healthy to work oneself to the bone. You'll make yourself sick, and then you'll be out of commission anyway!"

This poor man, having to work long hours in such an elaborate costume! How long has it been since he's had a break?

"You have my word that it's completely safe to sleep here. None of those bad dreams will be getting in!"

Worked down to the bone as he is, he still grimaces something awful at the bone pun.

"Oh my god, no," Papyrus protests. "I don't get sick! I'm in the prime of my youth."

He approaches anyway, if only to further examine her napping quarters. No sign of Sans here, which is a surprise; if there's any place in the carnival that has his brother written all over it, it's here. Though maybe not... Places intended for sleeping don't have that defiant glee about them.

"Do other people really get sick if they don't sleep?" He's skeptical, but considering the idea. Maybe there is a reason besides laziness.

Ain't no party like a slumber party

Hinawa | OTA

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later than i meant, but

it's coo'

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