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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Jock - BE-07 & All Places

[flamejock]

Jock loves people and doing things and being great. Jock is in his room. Jock is eating all of the meat. Jock is working out in the weight room. Jock is running around outside. Jock is snuggling with Blue.

Jock is sometimes a giant tigerdog and sometimes a personman. What have ye?

OUTSIDE

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

That is the biggest dog he has ever seen.

Dog? Tiger? Bear? He's not sure, but it looks pretty doggish to him.

Yeah, that's right. He's staring openly, awestruck. What're you gonna do about it? Mondo is still caught between getting in closer and staring longingly from his safe distance, because even for a guy like him who rushes into danger blindly, gigantic dogs are another story. You'd be an idiot to approach one only to find it was aggressive. Besides, it would kill him to punch a dog...

[flamedog]

The biggest dog in the entire world is eating a giant bone of some sort. Probably from an animal he killed earlier. Stantler thigh? Maybe? Something big and hideous.

He looks up and around. Oh. Oh there's someone over there looking at him.

The dog. The giant dog. It's looking back at you, Mondo.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

And Mondo looks back. Only, now that he has the dog's attention, he figures he should try and come across as non-threatening as possible. So he gets down and squats closer to his level. Except that's more like less than his level, since the dog's so massive and stuff.

But if anyone's gonna approach anyone, it has to be Jock's call. He didn't want to cause him to get defensive by intruding on his bone-gnawing session. Seeing him chew on a bone like that... it sure does bring up memories of his old dog. Chuck... Whenever Chuck got a bone, he would chew and chew and chew and not want to give it up for the world. This dog was probably the same way. Thinking about Chuck like this makes him smile stupidly and get sentimental. And in his sentimentality...

"Hey there," Mondo calls to Jock warmly.

[flamedog]

Oh my Arceus, a person who wants to say hi.

Oh my Arceus, Jock has this bone.

Oh my Arceus, what do.

Jock looks down at the bone, up at the guy, down at the bone again, then back to the guy. JOCK used CRUNCH. Oh. Okay. The bone is gone now. Mostly.

He looks up at the guy and wags his tail. Oh my goodness, that tail is ginormous. "BARK!" he barks. He pants with joy.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

SUCCESS. You have befriended doge.

God, he's so cute and friendly to boot. Really fluffy, too. Look at him wag his tail. Just look at him. Mondo's beside himself with glee, and he claps his hands to see if Jock wants to come closer. "C'mere! I know I look tough, but I just wanna be friends!"

[flamedog]

You have just become best friends forever.

Jock leaps up from where he is and with EXTREME SPEED, but not really, tackles you to to the ground and starts licking your face vigorously.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

He doesn't even care how many ribs he could have shattered upon impact just now; he was getting dog kisses. No one has any idea how much he needs dog kisses right now. Mondo ruffles Jock's mane and laughs and laughs and he also doesn't care how much dog spit gets in his mouth. It was a touching yet mildly gross scene.

[flamedog]

He accidentally licks your hair... thing... and sputters.

Oh god, how many gallons of hair gel do you have in there.

He's making GACK sounds now.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

It tastes mysteriously like butter OOPS. Not like Mondo even realizes his immoderate usage of hair product was the cause of all this gag reflex. Nonetheless, he is pulled down from dog smooch heaven to ask the struggling Arcanine, "Whoa, you okay there? Take it easy!" He pats his foreleg like you would a shoulder. "You were kind of going wild there."

His hair may now be a little more messed up than it was five seconds ago. Dog slobber can do that.

[flamedog]

The arcanine coughed more. He smacked his mouth, making more funny sounds. He made a wry face. His face was so wry.

There was a sudden POOF of smoke.

[flamejock]

And suddenly the giant dog that was looming over you has been replaced by this guy with a duckbutt hairdo and a goatee and muscles. He's still making a wry face.

"Your hair tastes bad! Why does it taste like that? What do you put in it?"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Nothing could have prepared Mondo for giant dogs poofing into dudes. Nothing. It just didn't happen. But it happened. And now a guy with a duckbutt hairdo and a goatee and muscles that did not need pointing out was looming over him. He felt his brain melt a little inside his skull.

"What... What the hell!?!"

Really though. What else do you say to that?!

That Place

[travelingbelle]

Jock was not actually snuggling with Blue. Not right now.

Right now Blue had a tennis ball.

Right now Blue was attracting Jock's attention.

[flamedog]

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom, Jock is staring at you, mom. He's like three feet away from you and he's staring at you and he's staring at the ball, mom. He's whining adorable giant puppy whines.

[travelingbelle]

Jock.

Jock.

Jock.

Jock, Blue is moving the ball in one direction. Then another direction. It is a circle. She is cocking her arm back . . .

[flamedog]

MOM. MOM STOP DOING THAT.

JUST THROW THE BALL ALREADY.

JUST. THROW. THE. BALL. ALREADY.

[travelingbelle]

WE ARE EXERCISING PATIENCE, JOCK.

BUT.

LOOK.

SHE THREW THE BALL.

[flamedog]

SCREW PATIENCE.

JOCK WHEN RUNNING AFTER THE BALL.

JOCK WENT SUPER FAST.

JOCK OPENED HIS MOUTH AND CAUGHT THE BALL.

HIS TEETH CLAMPED DOWN.

THE BALL WAS IMPALED ON ONE OF HIS TEETH.

[travelingbelle]

"Ah..."

[flamedog]

Jock came back up to you, slowly.

He tries to shake the ball from his teeth, but it won't shake.

He looks down at your feet and whines again.

[travelingbelle]

Despite what the last icon might imply, this was not a bad situation. This was probably a very familiar scenario.

There were her hands patting his fluffy neck.

SHE WILL. SAVE YOU.

[flamedog]

Jock holds his head up and opens his mouth so mom can pull the ball off of his teeth.

He waits for mom to get it.

Goodness, what a wide mouth that is.

[travelingbelle]

Probably her entire everything could fit into such a mouth.

She reached in without much hesitation, grabbing a hold of the ball.

Tug. Tug tug.

"Gosh, you really got it good this time, Jock."

[flamedog]

Jock couldn't move. He was frozen. With Blue having her hand inside of his mouth -- his mouth that had all of those teeth! -- he didn't dare move, not even a milimeter. Her safety was at risk here.

He just looked at her with his giant puppy eyes.