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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Max - Weightroom, Classroom, Forge

[tank_rockarms]

Max is a creature of habit and order. He spends hours of each day in the weight room in the morning and again the evening. In the afternoon he is at a forge on a volcano. Sometimes he even teaches a class about punching dudes!

Come, come and bother this scion of biceps.

[bigclaws]

Dudes with muscles was an intriguing thing to Flynn. Dudes with muscles that were human were especially intriguing.

Flynn had had an interest in turning human for a while, but had been too stubborn to simply announce her thoughts to Lyra. First, she wanted to know what things she could do as a human for it to be worth her going for the process. This Scizor wasn't going to lose her steel body for some weak little puny body if she couldn't do something about it.

So she went looking around, checking out what humans did other than listen to radio dramas and watch TV and talk about mysterious princes that were totally mysterious and charming.

And she found herself in the weight room one, with all its equipment and stuff. Stuff like the mountain of muscle with blue hair.

Oh.

Tell me what muscle thing Max is doing.

[tank_rockarms]

The muscle thing that Max is doing is the deadlift.

There was an absurd amount of weight on the floor that Max would bend down over, and then straighten his back with. Over and over and over again. There was a sign lit up that said "Magnets On." It was all very strange.

Max's lower back was getting totally ripped, though.

[bigclaws]

Hey, a metallic Pokemon should totally be worried about magnets right. Maybe if they knew what magnets were, which is why this one does not take much of an interest in the sign other than to look at it when it lights up there.

Hopefully there will be no trouble as she waltz on more inside the room, to see what this strange process Max is doing.

[tank_rockarms]

There were mirrors against all of the walls so that the people working out could look at themselves working out. Really, eighty percent of the joy of having big muscles is so that the person who has them can look at them being large. Walk into any weight room, and you will find this to be a truth beyond repudiation.

This did mean, however, that Max could see the pokemon coming up from behind him. Some sort of large bug-type thing. Max didn't recognize it, though it sort of reminded him a little bit of Scyther who used to go here.

Max looked at the pokemon via the mirror and nodded at her. He'd say something, but he was sort of in the middle of an activity that required most of his oxygen.

[bigclaws]

One day, I wish to have big and large muscles. Or just any muscles that I can stare at in a mirror to be part of this undeniable truth. So might Flynn, if she had such a body that would allow for any muscles to be shown. Alas.

She saw his nod, but did not respond to it. She did, however, continue to watch him do what his thing. A human's way of working out was worth some time watching, and so Flynn did so in silence. With the amount that he lifted, she figured that he needed all his concentration.

But she did also take some of a look around at the room too, and all else that sat around inside. All those mirrors on the wall, reflecting back... she wondered what they were for, truthfully. A look back at the man in the room made her wonder if it helped in some manner. She figured she would attempt to ask him questions, once he stopped. Maybe.

[tank_rockarms]

Eventually the ogre of a man stopped repeating the same motion over and over again, and put the weights down and left them there. He stomped over to a large button and hit it, and a humming noise in the background went away. The magnets were off.

He walked up to the pogglemans and held out his hand. Even though the poggleman in question had claws instead of hands. Oh well.

"Name's Max. I run the weight room. Nice to see a new face. Who are you?"

[bigclaws]

Holy heck weight lifting with magnets, my arms just broke at the thought. Flynn could only give the hand a look, feeling that the offer of a hand was a familiar sight that had happened to her once before. But, with nothing but two pincers, a look was all that she could give to it, before looking at Max's face.

"... What are you," she asked instead of responding to the question, observing his muscular form one more time. "Are you human."

She would have touched him to test the feel of his body, to see if it was made of soft fleshy parts than instead of something else that just appeared human, but his appearance made her hold back. For now, at least. The Scizor didn't even know if he would understand her anyway, and when she would have to try and speak in pointing (which more often than not left her irritated, and desiring more an easier way to communicate).

[tank_rockarms]

"Of course I'm human," said Max, who for some reason could grock pokespeech. "Now stick your claw in my hand so I can shake it so we can meet officially."

[bigclaws]

Flynn's eyes sharpened, but she looked at the hand he still held out and decided, though she didn't really understand it, to hold out her pincer for him to take.

[tank_rockarms]

Max took the claw in his mighty hand and pumped it a couple of times, then let it go.

"There we go. Now you still ain't told me your name yet."

[bigclaws]

There was definite strength in the shake, which somewhat startled the Pokemon. She had never received a handshake, though seeing it then in action, she realised she had witnessed the act before. Flynn wasn't sure where, but she didn't think about it either, instead returning her pincer back close to herself afterwards.

She hesitated on giving him a response though, a little stubborn to follow one request after another that felt more like demands, but she relented, responding to Max, "... I am called Flynn."

There had been a situation like this before, too. A human who understood her. Flynn asked, pointing a pincer towards Max that opened and shut a bit, "If you are human, why do you understand when I speak. How."

[tank_rockarms]

"I dunno, I just feel it, you know?" said Max, as if that answered the question. "In here," he said, thumping his chest.

"So anyway, you a student here, or are you one of Green or Red or Gold or somebody else's pokemons or both?"

[bigclaws]

It was hardly an answer, and not one that Flynn could fully accept. It made her irked with the way he changed the subject, and it took her a moment before she responded, "I travel with the human Lyra. She is the student."

Saying that, Flynn then asked again, "Are you really human. You are nothing like other humans I see. All humans I see are small and weak, but you are big. Tell me, why are you different."

[tank_rockarms]

"Oh, the girl with the hat, yeah, I was in a boxin' class with her once," said Max.

"And yeah, I'm a human. And it ain't my fault all the humans you seen are small and weak. For starters, seems like most pokemon trainers are in their teens, and most teenagers ain't done growin' yet. And I've been liftin' weights just about every day for the last ten years," said Max. "Longer'n that. Put in a lot of hard work on these," he added, flexing his right bicep just a little bit. "I eat right, too. Lotta protein."

[bigclaws]

Flynn would've argued, but first, the flexing of his bicep caught her interest. She saw it, and she stared at the arm almost like she was glaring at it. Even as a Scyther, there was no way to see such a movement from the muscles.

Without asking for permission to do so, the Scizor reached out a closed pincer to put against his arm and to push against it. She wanted to feel if it was as soft as she knew the human body to be, even though Max's form was even unlike that of the muscular human friend of Lyra.

[tank_rockarms]

Max swelled with pride. This was the best.

He flexed his bicep as flexingly as it would flex for the poggleman. "Rock solid," Max said. And disturbingly large and vascular.

[bigclaws]

Flynn wanted to know if that was true. She glanced at him as he spoke, but looked back again at the arm, then hitting the pincer on top of it to help her feel it- with no fingers, she had limited ways of experiencing Max's flexing flexingness. It wasn't a hard hit, but she could tell that it was indeed as solid as it seemed to look.

After that, Flynn opened up her claw and put its mouth around his bicep-- well, as much as she could. She pressed against it again, to see what would happen if she attempted to squeeze the muscle...

[tank_rockarms]

"Hey," said Max, giving her a stern look. "I might be tough, but you've got hands made outta some sort of metal," he responded. "So don't squeeze too hard. You could cut a guy with those."

[bigclaws]

Well. Alright. Flynn at least got enough of an idea of the bicep, and released her hold before it became too strong. She looked for a while at how wide out though her pincer had to get to have any sort of decent hold, and then again at Max's body.

...

"Do you train humans."

[tank_rockarms]

"'Course I do," said Max. "I'm the assistant football coach. I put together weightliftin' routines for anybody who needs one. Why? You lookin' to get into liftin'?" He seemed pleased when he said that. "You're smart if you are."

[bigclaws]

Who didn't want to be smart? Though the Scizor didn't know what an assistant football coach was. Regardless--

"... Yes. I want to." She pointed a claw to herself. "School full of... humans. Hard to speak." She then pointed it downwards. "Lyra with friends here. Not..." What was the word? "...Journeying.

"If I am... human, I want to be strong. Not weak."

[bluetanker]

"Well, turnin' into a human for pokemon's sorta just... you get what you get. Most people turn into somethin' that's like what they are as a pokemon. I mean, I've been a pokemon myself and I was always real big, but just 'cause you're a big pokemon at the end of your evolution-thingy, don't mean your human body will be, too. Heck, look at Vinnie. Vinnie's a venusaur, they're supposed to be big, massive pokemon, but when he came here and got a human body he was a stick. A stick who needed a haircut, but a stick. I beefed him up some with a weight trainin' routine," explained Maximilian Justice Powers. "He looks way better than he used to. Got some good, solid muscle on him. He could still use another forty pounds, though. Venusaurs should be extra beefy."

Thank you, Max. Thank you for those thoughtful insights.

[bigclaws]

Beefy? What is beefy? "Then Vinnie was weak. I am not weak."

That appeared to explain that, if Pokemon were supposed to be something like their true form... but in a human way. And if that were the case for this Venusaur, she didn't want to be compared to a weak Pokemon. Maybe they didn't even train much in the first place, unlike herself who trained each and every day.

"I am strong. I will prove it," she said, determined. She fell silent for a moment, thinking about how to, then lowered her pincers to her side and stood still.

"Hit me."

[tank_rockarms]

"Vinnie was all about special attacks and stuff. He was pretty great at, like, burning your face off with a beam of light, but less great at just outright hittin' you. And do you want me to hit you with my fist or with a hammer?" Max asked, in total seriousness.