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Cress ([personal profile] makesitcool) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2013-02-27 09:14 am

Dorm Log The Sequel To End All Sequels

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.


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ihateplumbers: (omg omg omg)

Bowser - Classroom, Office, Dicking Around

[personal profile] ihateplumbers 2013-03-01 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
This guy is a jerk. He's several jerks. He could be in his classroom, he could be in his office, he could be in the teacher's lounge eating your lunch. If for some reason you want to interact with a jerk, this jerk's your jerk.
will_be_god: (Default)

teacher there's a dragon eating my lunch

[personal profile] will_be_god 2013-03-06 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't Cyrus's class day, but he found the presence of other teachers somehow more mentally stimulating. Sometimes.

This was not one of those times. He watched as the great brute who taught manners for some ungodly reason hoisted his own lunch and swallowed it whole, glass bottle and all.

Though it was curious. "You are the first who has willingly imbibed that since I have been here," Cyrus told him. "It is a special concotion meant to replace our normal repast."
ihateplumbers: (Grumpy)

[personal profile] ihateplumbers 2013-03-07 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Bowser looked over hazily at the blue-haired teacher.

"It tastes like spit," said Bowser. "Spit in a glass."
will_be_god: (Default)

[personal profile] will_be_god 2013-03-07 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
That was an odd response. Aside from the crudeness, anyway. Cyrus quirked his head slightly but continued to stare. "Odd. It is more commonly described as swampwater. Neither change its nutritional value, however."
ihateplumbers: (Grumpy)

[personal profile] ihateplumbers 2013-03-07 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Spit, swampwater, whatever," said Bowser. "It was awful. Where's your real lunch?"
will_be_god: (Default)

[personal profile] will_be_god 2013-03-07 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
The man blinked. "Working its way down your gullet. No matter. We must limit our consumption of resources anyway."

Though honestly Cyrus looked like he should be consuming a little more.
ihateplumbers: (Yeah so?)

[personal profile] ihateplumbers 2013-03-07 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"What." said Bowser. It wasn't even a question at that point. It was a declarative statement of whatness. "What. You're telling me that you actually drink that for lunch? Do you have no taste buds? Did you take a vow of stupidity?"