So When Sleep Just Won't Come

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, that sure did happen.

Logan is dead, and for once the rest of the students were all there to bear witness. After that, does anybody really want to lie alone in their dark bedrooms all night?

Of course not. That's why people are gathering in the dining hall. It's still dark, but the room is lit with a hastily-assembled host of candles, mostly forming a protective half-circle around the far corner of the room. There's also at least one garbage-can fire, courtesy of Sukuyo. Will that be enough to keep the shadows at bay? Only one way to find out...

There's pillows and blankets too, but try not to fall asleep out here. Keep an eye out for any neighbors who might be nodding off too. That would be against the rules, and there's been more than enough punishment for one night.]

Comments

[perpend]

A molotov would be a last ditch effort, naaaturally.

[But it also... probably would mean no one gets saved. He doesn't want that.]

[zomgboom]

Do any of you have, like, canvas? Denim? Something heavy. It burns better than thinner fabric and will hold more alcohol if, like, you want to actually make flame swords.

[perpend]

[He looks thoughtful.]

You might be able to find denim in the sewing room, I suppose.

[zomgboom]

I got a "present" [you can hear those air quotes] from the Conductor. It's, like, not drinkable but it's super flammable.

[perpend]

[Well that sure earns a smile.]

I hooope it comes in handy.

[ninehundredlives]

I've got a pair of jeans.

[Which she isn't wearing now because who sleeps in jeans.]

[zomgboom]

If there's, like, denim or whatever in the sewing room we'll use that but. You may have to sacrifice your jeans to the fire sword movement.

[ninehundredlives]

I think my jeans are worth killing a shadow monster or two.