Dorm Log The Sequel To End All Sequels

[makesitcool]

Who: COLLECTIVE YOU
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus. If your heart dreams it, your fingers can type it.
When: The span of February 27 - March 13
Warnings: This log is yellow-taped with all kinds of potential warnings. If your filthy imagination can conjure it, this log can produce it.

Ripped off the last one and all its friends: Basically, here's how this works. We all know our characters experience downtime after classes and their busy schedules, and this is a good venue for those kinds of miscellaneous dorm-shenanigans to take place. Not only does it give your characters the easy chance to meet new people in a laid-back environment, but it's a good mechanism for strengthening CR. It's easy!

Feel free to begin in any way you please! Plan with (a) fellow player(s) if you'd like! Or, set up a thread and wait for characters to bite! Whatever you want. It can all be yours if you make a thread. Feel like drawing graffiti on Professor Jin's door? Apologizing for the aftermath of the latest cupidbot fiasco? Doing each others' hair and talking about boys? Giving your trusted(?!?) friends a free ride in the dryer? Staying up late at night making use of those dick-shaped cake pans you found in the cupboard? Man, I don't care, just do it! Don't let this log get away untagged.


Directory
Ai | Alter Ego | Apple Kid | Banjo | Blaze | Bowser | Bulba | Caim | Celes | Chiyo | Cyrus | Daisy | Edgeworth | Eggman | Eirika | Eli | Ellistree | Falcon | Flint | Garry | Gold | Goombella | Gordon | Green | Hilda | Innes | Ishimaru | Jock | Jolt | Knuckles | Lucca | Mac | Manah | Marie | Mary | Max | Milimili | Mondo | Nabooru | Naegi | Noel | Ocelot | Pit | R.O.B. | Rhys | Rick | Riwane | Samus | "Seth" | Shadow | Silver | Skull Kid | Snake | Soryk | Vinnie | Voile | Wheatley | X | Zelda (OoT) | Zelda (ST)

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RICK the ADVENTURE HOBO

[bedroomblackbelt]

Rick hasn't figured out the secret/hasn't had the fortune of turning back into a core just yet, but maybe something'll break soon. Until then he's a veritable (if grumpy) campus hobo, having no dorm or living space to claim as his own. A decent sleep schedule was still a hurdle, never having any need for one before as a robot. As a result, Rick often passes out face-first wherever he happened to be before he finally succumbs to exhaustion. Sometimes (often times) the scruffy green-eyed blonde was lucky and could be found sprawled all over common room's couch. Sometimes it was the floor.

Anywhere. On the floor.

Or if he's actually conscious he really can be found anywhere, aimlessly wondering around, obliging his curiosity (or stomach) and, well, sense of adventure.

By now he's figured out clothes, but not the concept of laundry or decency. If the student uniform he grabbed from some closet somewhere starts to smell funky? He'll just disrobe (WHEREVER HE FEELS LIKE IT), toss it away and find another one, resulting in frequently mismatched shirts and pants. At least the cowboy hat and jingling spurred boots will remain ever-present wherever he goes, whether it's sitting in some classroom he doesn't belong in, or trying to climb up onto the roof without using the stairs, or looking to give anyone who gives him sass a wedgie/knuckle sandwich.

And if you are of the lady-type persuasion, Rick has probably hit on you at least three times by now. At least.

[loveisbloominginmypants]

Snake had long traveled via vents and casual walk, looking for very little in particular, but stopping each time something caught his interest. Well. He went anywhere that allowed him a smoke, because there was at least one very loud talking animal who wouldn't let it go that smoking was a horrible habit to get into. And the 'soldier' had known it. He simply... didn't really care. They had their uses. No point in putting the idea down without even trying it once. But people (and animals, evidently) could be so judgmental.

It was seeing Rick that took his thoughts and put them aside in favour of suspicion. Homeless, Snake had figured. Although in a town like FDC, it was hard to imagine someone hadn't bothered to dress him a little better. Not saying he was the epitome of all that was fashionable, but his sneaking suit sure looked better than the outfit Rick had managed to put together. He was sure he'd seen him before too. Briefly, perhaps. Snake didn't forget faces or voices, whether he personally associated with them or not.

He just couldn't put a name to the face.

"Hey," he addressed Rick somewhat gruffly, though his regular tone easily could have been interpreted as 'coarse' to put it lightly. "Dress like that and you're asking for a mugging." Even though they were still on academy campus, it hardly seemed impossible that the 'bullies' of the school would tackle the former core to the ground and beat him up. For. You know. Being a bum.

[bedroomblackbelt]

Excuse you, Snake, Rick was easily one of those 'bullies'. He really should keep a running tally of how many knuckle sandwiches he'd given (and consequently received) so far since getting a pair of knuckles to actually use.

The blonde awoke with a grumble, one leg dangling off the arm of the couch and an arm off the side of the couch. Under the low-sitting rim of his hat he could make out the other man's face--he looked kind of like that crazy Liquid Snake guy at first glance but... no, definitely not him.

"Oh yeah?" Rick sat up, tipping his hat back onto his head. "What's it to you?"

Rick thought he looked pretty stellar in his white button-up (buttons mismatching), green over-shirt, brown pants and differently colored socks peeking above his spurred boots.

[loveisbloominginmypants]

"You're advertising yourself."

Except he realised in hindsight that it didn't make a lot of sense. At least, not to anyone who wasn't Snake. Well. Maybe Otacon because he seemed to know the mercenary in and out, which was a minutely agitating discovery, but to be expected with such a kinship. They were friends, after all.

Then he motioned to himself, "Not saying you should dress like me." Because he really didn't want someone coming in and trying to pose as him. Again. (To be fair, Solidus wasn't a very good replacement for the original, either. There could be only one.)

"Just saying there are kids here. Women. Children. How do you think it looks with a guy who can't get himself together?"

I bet that's what I looked like back in Alaska. And that was a bitter thought.

[bedroomblackbelt]

Rick snorted, positively offended. What an unfun sounding guy.

"Yeah, why don't you inform the fashion police that I don't give a crap."

He waved his hand in the air lazily. "Haven't had any problems with any of the women here yet so your argument's pretty baseless, compadre. Fact is I seem to get even more of a reaction outta' them the less I wear."

[loveisbloominginmypants]

"Yeah," Snake had to give the guy some credit. "You probably do."

In a way, it was almost something Snake would have said. And in another way, he didn't like that someone could come in and sound like him. Or maybe it was that Snake didn't like how it made him sound. He didn't want to have an immediately journey of 'self discovery,' where he put together two and two with his atypical behaviour. For many moments, he didn't say a word and simply stared Rick down.

"Who are you, anyway?" Because he was sure he knew the voice, but the face was slightly a new one. Maybe he'd seen the guy in passing, but never up close the way they were now. Or at close to up close as they were going to get as long as he was bumming out on the couch.

[bedroomblackbelt]

"Yeeeeep." Rick agreed. "Sure do. Sure do."

There was a pause and a sniff, the indignant sort like the other man was eyeballing Snake up and down, trying to decide if he should oblige this guy with the glory that was his name.

"Name's Rick." He answered, in that oh-so-familiar sounding voice while shifting on the couch into a more up-right position.

"Adventure expert. Master of explosionese. Degree in dangerology. Tamer of wild dogs." That were Jock. Kind of.

"That sorta' thing."

because this is a totally a very good idea

[superior_archer]

Innes was still trying to figure out this place. So far he'd been dragged out to lunch by a charizard and gotten into a fight with an overgrown hedgehog. Now that he was by himself, he took to exploring. The map of the area had been little to no help, offering only confusing boxes with unhelpful labels.

And that was how he ended up in the commons. Lost.

"Gods, what is that smell?" Innes frowned, scrunching his nose. Oh and there was the source. Not even a week in and he'd found his first dead body. And here he was without his bow to defend himself against the SoB who took the poor sod out. So much for a safe place.

Seeing no danger, he knelt down next to the blond to see who it was. He didn't really know anyone here, nor did he care to, but he wanted to make sure it wasn't someone from Magvel that had arrived, keeled over, and promptly died.

this is a totally very good idea

[bedroomblackbelt]

Hey, he didn't smell that b--okay yes it was pretty obvious it had been a good week or so since this fellow last accidentally stumbled into the shower stalls in the stadium...

Rick mumbled something about DATI initiation plan and a Room of No Particular Importance and rolled over on his side on the couch. He was now facing Innes, but still in a realm of unconsciousness, apparently.

But definitely not dead!

precisely

[superior_archer]

Some mix of horror and shock and surprise splashed across the archer prince's face. "Gods, he's alive? He smells like a damn corpse!"

Innes wasn't about to touch him with his hand. Who knew what diseases this blond must be carrying. Instead he chose to nudge him with the toe of his boot. "hey, wake up, smelly."

[bedroomblackbelt]

Eventually all that nudging would cause the formerly non-smelly robot now a smelly human to stir, waking up slowly and groggily and--

"Wh--" His bright green eyes snapped open, shoving the boot away from his person. "Get your dirty boot outta' my face, what's wrong with you!?"

Rick sat up and scowled at Innes. "What's your problem, huh? Can't a guy get some beauty rest around here?"

[superior_archer]

"You smell like a latrine," Innes replied. "That is a problem." How was that even a good thing? Did this guy not smell this? "And my 'dirty' boots are probably cleaner than you right now."

[bedroomblackbelt]

"Don't know what you're talkin' about. This is the smell of Adventure, so like it or love it."

Rick pointed a finger at the other man and sniffed, but it was more of an indignant sniff than a smelling sniff.

"You don't go stickin' your boots in other guy's faces, unless you want to get punched. You know how I punch? I punch raw. With the whole fist. There is no part of my fist that gets left out when I use it."

MAX the MUSCULAR ARMYGUY

[tank_rockarms]

Max walked into the weightroom at 6am. He looked things over, as was his wont. It looked like somebody had left a bunch of weights up on the bench press. That wasn't allowed. Max ran a good, clean weight room where everyone put their weights away and kept things nice.

Who did that? That was a considerable amount of weight. What was that, eight plates on each side? Who could bench that much other than himself? Knuckles? But Knuckles always put his weights away; and anyway, he and Knuckles used the bench press that had adjustable gravity. Jon? But Jon was good about that sort of thing, too. Seriously, who put up over 700 pounds on the bench press?

Max went over to investigate. And that's when he found the grizzled blond man asleep on the bench.

"HEY," barked Max loudly. "UP AND AT 'EM, SOLDIER."

[bedroomblackbelt]

The grizzled blonde man asleep on the bench awoke with a start, adopting a pseudo karate-pose that didn't go to far as his head was impeded by the bar of the weights he had left behind.

It was a very loud clang that ensued and a very loud groan that followed. Rick threw himself back on the bench and grabbed his forehead, now a perfectly horizontal red mark across it, muttering a few choice obscenities under his breath.

"Who the hell?! WHAT? What is it?! Can't you see I'm trying to catch a few Z's?"

[tank_rockarms]

"This ain't a hotel; this is the weight room," said Max as he lumbered over to the red-streaked man. "You can't sleep on the bench press. Guys gotta use that. You can take a nap in your room, whoever you are, but not here."

Max folded his arms across his chest. Somehow this made Max loom even larger than normal.

[bedroomblackbelt]

"I was benchin' earlier. Then I fell asleep. Then I was bench-sleepin'." Rick explained, with a completely straight face.

"Name's Rick. Bench-master is just one of my many skills."

[tank_rockarms]

Max glanced over to the 700+ pounds worth of weight on the bar, then down at Rick. Max quickly sized him up and, short of something strange like him being a purple pikmin, Max found him seriously wanting.

"You were bench pressin' 765 pounds," said Max. "Without somebody to spot you." There was the slightest air of incredulity about these declarative statements coming out of Max's mouth. The arms remained defensively folded across his chest.

[bedroomblackbelt]

"And?" He wasn't correlating this incredulity or ridiculousness. At all.

At. All.

[iaiai]

It was late. Alright, maybe 10 wasn't that late, but it was awfully late for the young Pikmin who usually fell asleep before 8:30. It was late enough for most people to be in their dorms already. The hallways were just vacant enough for Ai to feel comfortable exploring. There was someone she needed to find!

"Rick."

Ai had found the blond face-down on the common room couch. Had it been anyone else, she probably would have hoped they'd stayed asleep. Rick, though, received a gentle push from the strong Pikmin standing just beside him.

"Riiiick."

[bedroomblackbelt]

Rick was having totally sweet dreams about traversing crocodile filled lava pits and bear traps made out of literal bears.

"Mmmnmm testing initiative... grmmmn wimpy scientists exploding bee gun..."

He rolled on his side, now facing the young Pikmin. He still seemed lost in his slumber, however.

[iaiai]

Exploding bee gun...?

Ai reached out, took Rick's cheeks in both of her hands, and squished them together. She mimicked the face she'd made him make by pressing her lips together.

"Rick."

[bedroomblackbelt]

This stirred him to consciousness, blinking blearily at his face assailant but making no effort to combat it, once he was able to make out the distinct fuzzy purple-haired image of the Pikmin. He blinked a couple of more times to try and clear that up. How long had he been asleep this time?

"Ai?" Rick and his smooched face asked, "...Whff time is it?"

[iaiai]

"Ten," Ai whispered back, as if it were something scandalous. "I know. It's late. I'm sorry. I had to tell you something."

She leaned over, gently rest the side of her head against Rick's chest, and looked up at him and bat her eyelashes.

[bedroomblackbelt]

"That's not too bad." At this rate Rick really had a very poor concept of a normal sleeping schedule. He sat up on the couch, doing his best to not disturb her yet prop himself up on his elbow. She had to tell him something? Something important? Something dangerous? Something adventurous...?

"What is it?"