CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: EVERYTHING AND THE KITCHEN SINK

[intercom_voice]

[Hopefully everybody likes waking up outside.

Because as it were, in the middle of the night when everybody had been asleep or lulled into a sudden one by the sheer weight of the air around them...the Campus disappeared in its entirety. Left behind was only the cool surface of the concrete foundation.

For now it seems the residents were left to fend for themselves in the wilderness of the island. Not even the voice from over the intercom would comfort them.]

((ooc: the school has disappeared, along with all the NPCs and everything that was inside! no opt-out areas this time around. The temperature is cool during the day, and colder at night.

The event will last until October 20th, and I'll post a closer to signify it. Everything will be returned to its rightful place then.))

Comments

[fluffydeathdealer]

Having to keep them summoned and supply them with energy would be a bitch on a long-term basis... and they've got a lot more energy than you. They'd tire you out if you decided to do anything intimate with them.

[...he sounds so matter of fact. Bakura tiredly cuddles up to him.]

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[obeytherod]

... [Malik just stares, his lip curling up in mild disgust.] What the hell do you take me for? That...

[obeytherod]

[His eyes widen and he jerks away from Bakura to get a better look at the man.]...Don't tell me you've done that!

[fluffydeathdealer]

...the fuck are you talking about?! [Okay, that has him more awake. He sits up, staring at Malik as if he grew a second head.]

I may seem like a perverted bastard to you, but I don't get laid all that often, asshole! And I don't mix business and pleasure except where you're concerned.

[obeytherod]

You act like I'm supposed to know this! I'm just glad you don't...that would be disgusting.

[Malik settles back down in the sheets, reaching over to yank part of a blanket over his slender frame.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch, assuming a thing like that... Even if I had, it wouldn't be worth talking about!

[Lying back down on the bed, he grumps irritably. Like his past experiences are anything to do with Malik... Besides, he could never be bothered summoning someone just to fuck them, sheesh. That's like using the takeout menu to order a whore. Totally boring when you can just go out and pick one up on any street corner, and they have better selection out there anyway.]

[obeytherod]

You're the one who seemed to know about it.

[Malik sits up and starts to climb out of bed. They just woke up, so as much as he was enjoying the comfort of their blankets and bed, he wasn't actually tired.]

I'm going to go shower...and then make some koshary! Keh keh, after all, we should celebrate~

[He exits the bedroom.]

The Next Day...

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The dull ache in the back of his head had lessened over the day before, but by the time either of the Bakuras would have recognized the warning signs, it was too late. He seemed fine, until they sank into sleep, relishing the comfort of the beds they'd pushed together.

The light shining in through the window in the morning was irritating. He knew he should go shut it, knew he should get up and draw the curtains or something. Instead, he simply rolled over, muttering curses, and pulled the blankets up over his head. Finding them insufficient, the pillow followed. That done, he did his best to sink back into sleep.]

[obeytherod]

[Malik was feeling like new again, much to his own excitement! He had more energy than he had had in days, and it was nice to be able to move without aches and pains.

He was awake first as always, but he hadn't moved from his spot at Bakura's side because he was comfortable, and he had little to do just yet. Feeling the other boy stir, however, gave Malik a devious idea.

Rolling onto his side he wrapped his arm around Bakura and tugged him close, mumbling near where he thought his ear might be under that pillow.]

Keh keh, why are you hiding? Wake-up! I feel like doing something with you...

[His tone wasn't any more suggestive than usual, and considering Malik had never made advances on Bakura in the morning like this, the meaning behind those words might go missing entirely.

He was in a good mood, his mind and body felt great...so why not feel better?]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Malik's voice is grating to his ears right now and he groans in frustration. His head feels like bricks are being scraped painfully through it and it's difficult to talk. The last thing he wants to do is to argue with Malik.]

Go away... Leave me to die.

[It might be melodramatic, but damned if he doesn't feel rough. His voice is a little hoarse, but considering his usual gruffness, it's probably not all that noticeable.]

[obeytherod]

...What? [Malik mumbles, poking Bakura in the side experimentally.]

Don't be so melodramatic. I just said I felt like doing something with you--so get up!

[fluffydeathdealer]

I said no-! [He throws the pillow at Malik's face, before slumping back onto the bed. Nn... He hasn't felt this bad in a long time.]

Just let me sleep! I'm not in the mood...

[obeytherod]

Oof! [Malik knocks the pillow away after it's connected, sitting up and glowering down at his partner.]

What's wrong with you? Usually I have to do something to make you this touchy.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Rrgh... [He's not shutting up. Why isn't he shutting the fuck up?]

My head feels like it's splitting open, dammit!

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[obeytherod]

...Your head?

[obeytherod]

Then that must mean... [Malik leans back, looking pensive.]

[obeytherod]

You're sick! You fool, what did you go and do that for?!

[He huffs, slipping off the bed.] And just when I'm feeling better. How annoying...

[fluffydeathdealer]

Idiot! Do you think I did it on purpose?! And if that's the case, blame yourself, I probably caught it off you! Because you got yourself sick!

[obeytherod]

Feh, well at least you had the decency to get sick after the school came back. That means we can just get you some medicine from the nurse.

[Malik slips on his loafers and heads for the bedroom door, stopping a moment to speak.]

What do you need?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hell if I know... just ask her for cold medicine, and probably a cold pack. If this is anything like yours, I'm going to need it.

And if she gives you one of those stupid masks, either throw it out or leave it for Ryou when he wakes up.

[obeytherod]

[Cold medicine, a cold pack...well that wasn't too hard to remember. Malik's about to exit when he stops to look dubiously back.]

What "masks"?

[fluffydeathdealer]

They give you these weird face masks in Japan to stop your cold spreading to others. I don't know if they do it here.

Rrgh.

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[obeytherod]

...Oh. Right, well I'll be back in a bit. Don't die.

[Malik finally heads out, clicking the door shut behind him.]

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[obeytherod]

[Thirty minutes later with a dufflebag of food and medicine, Malik drops the former off in the kitchen between heading into the bedroom with the latter.]

Oy, Bakura, you awake?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[An annoyed grumble is his only response from where Bakura is curled up under the blankets. He seems to have gotten up just enough to put on his trenchcoat and then pulled every single blanket they had on top of him. He coughs, irritably, and lifts his head from the blanket coccoon tiredly to stare at Malik.

...he looks kind of a mess.]