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)

Comments

TD-09 mostly

[gentlesaint]

Rhys has not been feeling well. Even though he was discharged from the hospital just before Valentine's Day, he is still having trouble returning back to the full health he so enjoyed. From time to time, when he's not so fatigued he can't make it to the next building without fainting, he will show up in his office, the infirmary.

But most of the time, he is holed up in his apartment. Recuperating. And he hates it.

*knock knock*

[will_be_god]

Suddenly there was a knock at the dorm door!

who's there

[gentlesaint]

Oh, a visitor! This was always very exciting for Rhys, especially since he often found himself caught in a dreadfully boring lull of activity. From the kitchen, he called, "Oooh, coming!" Despite the enthusiasm, there was little energy pushing behind his voice as he hustled as fast as he could manage (which was like watching a penguin on a treadmill) to let the guest in.

Click! The doorknob turned, and behind the wood of the door was a face he hadn't seen in some time. His eyes popped. "Cyrus! Why, it's you! Do come in," he invited, stepping aside for the Galactic boss to ease his way in.

Your new god

[will_be_god]

Between the time he had knocked and the time Rhys answered the door, Cyrus had heard a flurry of activity that a man in Rhys's condition simply shouldn't be putting on himself. He narrowed his eyes. "I expected to be let in by a caretaker. It is my understanding that this illness surpasses your regular condition."

But he came in just the same, putting a thermos and a small basket on a table.

Your new god who?

[gentlesaint]

Rhys thought about it for a moment, holding the door open for an extended amount of time because of it. "It's true that I'm exceptionally ill, but... I can take care of myself," he maintained, more out of a stubborn desire to remove himself from being a burden unto others. He closed the door quietly and eyed the thermos and basket curiously.

Damnation Rhys you know who I am

[will_be_god]

"I do not believe that that is the case, not entirely. Surely you are self-sufficient to a degree, yet hospitals and similar arrangements exist for a purpose. That is, when they do what they are meant to and are not distracted by their own greed..."

He trailed off, following Rhys's eyeline. "I have brought a herbal tea. Though it is not a true tea, it follows in the similar vein in management, and is said to possess healing properties. Though I doubt such claims, studies do show it to be quite relaxing. Though...I as well understand the desire to move about while ill, despite reason. So I have brought this as well."

This came not from the basket but from inside his vest. Cyrus handed Rhys a book, a guide to the universe. "The language is rather simplistic, but it explains things truthfully. I believe it is well-suited for a beginner."

But you didn't finish the joke...

[gentlesaint]

The more Cyrus imparted both his thoughtful explanations and his touching gestures, the broader Rhys's smile became. It was in his eyes, too- splendidly so, and he searched Cyrus's with them for a moment before breaking into a fervent display of emotion. He burst forward and enfolded the other man into an abrupt embrace.

"Thank you, Cyrus... You have no idea how much I appreciate your coming here..." he blurted against his shoulder, book still clutched in one hand. "I missed you."

[thedesertrose]

Nabooru had said she'd go visit him in the evening. In hindsight, had she been the same woman she was a few years back, she might have made some kind of joke about nighttime calls of romance. It was surprisingly easy to refrain when she considered her own position in things and doubly so when she thought of Rhys as well.

Poor guy still wasn't fully well, after all.

So her knock was light, but firm. And she could wait at his door. She didn't mind.

[gentlesaint]

Luckily, he wasn't napping or dozing off when she arrived, and instead found himself sifting through a box where he kept mementos, out of a mixture of idleness and heartache. Upon the knock, he bounced out of his thoughts and felt a twinge of excitement.

"Please come in! Oh, let me get the door first." After a short lapse of time involving dragging himself over there, Rhys pried it open and smiled when he saw Nabooru. "You've come to visit me! Good evening, Nabooru." He sounded weak. It was a frailty more marked than what normally constituted as frailty for the priest. That frailty had progressively made way for improvement, but the way he came across now... It was as though all had been sucked dry. The only vibrancy that remained in his drained state was that of his spirit. And that spirit was thrilled to see her.

[thedesertrose]

He was being cute. Well, that actually meant he was being himself, but it was one of those rare times that she didn't want to say it to him. He didn't need to hear it. She didn't need to talk about it. She was not the Nabooru of years prior and it would do no good to fall into old habits. Not when she had a race to attend to. Not when she had a son she was willing to protect with her own life. Not when she still had some conflicting emotions welling up within her.

Seeing Rhys, however, no matter how frail or strong he might have been, brought her a sense of ease. Likely from a biased perspective, if there ever was one. "Hello," she greeted him with a short nod and a modest smile to accompany it. "If you aren't busy or resting, I thought I might stop in for a bit and check on you."

[gentlesaint]

"Thank you. I appreciate that." He opened the door a little wider for her. "I'm not busy, and resting is what I always seem to be doing lately." He said this in a good-natured sigh despite his regret for it, but the regret still peeked through almost jokingly.

[thedesertrose]

It was invitation enough. She moved herself in, kept her hands to herself for once, and simply took the time to look around. Had she ever been to Rhys' personal quarters? No. Not really. Usually she went to his office, or they met somewhere else on campus. Idly she was a little surprised he even let her in, but after their last heart-to-heart, she supposed she ranked somewhere above 'mere girl' to him.

"Rest is good for the people who need it," she reminded him, thinking back to how he'd thought himself nearly lacking practicality. She hoped it wasn't going to be a repeated conversation, though she didn't mind reminding him that he certainly was important to her. "I like it when you're well, honestly."

[gentlesaint]

"Oh, you have no idea how highly I favor that condition over this one!" he laughed before moseying back on over to the mess he was making to clean it up some, since it was almost directly in the walkway, and that just wouldn't do. "Or maybe you do. There aren't many people out there who haven't got an idea of what it's like to catch sick."

On the ground there lay littered mostly slips of paper creased and folded in many spots. The rest of his apartment remained tidy and in shape, with the exception of items that has seen recent usage- a thermos here, a blanket spread out on the couch over there, reading material stacked on surfaces... inconsequential things. While he placidly gathered them up, he added, "But I'm more interested in what you've been up to lately. Anything new?"

[hawkhearsyou]

Since his discharge, Ulki routinely visits Rhys as often as he can. If Rhys needed him or desired his company, he was sure to be there, if his schedule allowed it. By no means would Ulki claim that he was any good at taking care of the ill, but if there was anything he could do for him, he would take that opportunity. Ensuring Rhys's safety and well-being were things he could do, so there was that. It was the least he could do.

Even so, there were still questions he had for Rhys. Questions he didn't pose as soon as he would have liked. Rhys was still recuperating, and while Ulki would have liked to wait until he were feeling better, who knew when that would be? Ulki needed answers; he had a feeling this issue was something that he needed to pay attention to.

After a single knock against Rhys's door, Ulki turns the knob and lets himself in. The door was unlocked, after all. (Ulki makes a note to remind Rhys that he can't be so trusting as to let the front door remain unlocked. Who knew what sort of dangers that could invite for him while he was sick like this?) He settles his sights on him, and decides to alert him of his presence while he eases the door shut behind him. "Hello."

[gentlesaint]

Rhys lifts his head from the cradle of his arms against the table he sits at, blearily blinking at the sudden reintroduction of light to his pupils. Spotting and hearing Ulki, he smiles a faded smile. "Hello..."

Ulki's company was something he had grown used to. There was no surprise involved, and lately, their friendship had been less strained because of Rhys's improving condition. He was grateful for a better harness on his mental faculties, even if his physical well-being suffered.

[hawkhearsyou]

Each and every time Ulki admits himself to Rhys's room, he fears the same thing: that he might catch Rhys in a drugged-up and disagreeable state. That warped alteration in behavior that Rhys exhibits only when drugged wasn't the worst part of it, but rather, the implications that Rhys might be hurt further. Both were bad, but Ulki knew that he'd rather see to it that Rhys stuck around longer. It relieves him to see that Rhys is his usual self. His relief shows, and his expression softens by a margin.

"Are you well?" he asks, approaching the healer.

[gentlesaint]

He lets his eyes fall to the table, but his smile doesn't go with. "Mm..." An ambiguous response made to both confirm and deny the question. There was a tinge of remorse in his bearing.

[hawkhearsyou]

He read that easily. There's a lot on Rhys's mind, and that went without saying. Ulki chooses not to pursue his health, even though that would likely be a topic of conversation anyway. He takes a seat on one of the unoccupied chairs at Rhys's side.

"There is something... I would like to speak with you about."

[gentlesaint]

"Oh? What is it?"

Due to laziness on the mun's part, Pulse still needs his shots

[voltecpower]

[After hearing about the nurse's return on the BBS, Pulse was reminded of something very important that he still needed to have done, although it still made him feel anxious. Exiting his dorm via the computer lab, he ultimately found his way back to the nurse's office, and knocked quietly on the door.]

[gentlesaint]

[This was one of those moments where Rhys happened to be in. Hearing the knock, he opened the door, and upon seeing Pulse, he smiled softly at him.]

Hello! I haven't seen your face around here before. Do come in.

[voltecpower]

Oh! Hello. Mister Rhys, sir.

[His gaze shifted about in quick glances as he took in the interior of the room, stepping inside. He finally turned back to face Rhys, bowing respectfully.]

Sir. I heard that you weren't well. Are you feeling better?

[gentlesaint]

[They haven't even met before, and yet he's aware of his plight! Rhys can't help but feel touched.] Yes! I think I'm getting there, anyway. It's very nice of you to ask.

[voltecpower]

Oh... um... thank you, sir. Oh! I'm sorry. My name is Pulse. I'm a new student here.

[He holds his hand out to Rhys.]

[gentlesaint]

[And Rhys takes it! Then he shakes it.]

Good to meet you, Pulse! I'm glad you stopped by. Was there any particular reason beyond saying hi to me? You're not hurt, are you?