Dorm Log

[raw_angel_power]

Who: All of Smash.
What: Dorm log! Summertime special.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus.
When: Approximately the latter half of July to the earliest of Augusts (25th - 15th)
Warnings: YOU KNOW YOURSELVES

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! Just add a thread with the room number (and date/time, if it matters) and the characters that reside there (just for reference!). You do not have to use one character's thread as a dual-purpose for both characters if you do not want to. Doesn't have to be a dorm room, either, if you have something else in mind.

And don't forget: things are getting pretty freaky! Shadow bugs are still rife around the school and city, causing all kinds of trouble, but most significantly capable of cloning people and even objects. For the remainder of July, the dimensional lines are a little blurred and causing alternate universe versions of characters to show up. But something ever curiouser has started to show up on campus... Bubbles?

Subspace bubbles? They look kinda like the ones dotting the sky... Dare ye enter?

If you do, you'll find that it... just ends up being a portal to another part of the school. Sometimes they may lead you into some part of town. Weird! Hopefully it doesn't lead you anywhere embarrassing, like in the middle of a stage play or in the bathroom of the opposite sex. That's mortifying.


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7/27: Shadow bugs go wild and clone a bunch of office supplies. Do shadow bugs get bored or something? Beware of that stapler you're about to pick up... It might be a shadow bug clone! They're animate office supplies all around the school. At least it's easy to tell the difference between the real things and the animate ones, because the clones are purple. Unless, of course, your supplies are all purple. Then you're in a bind...er.

Also, they cloned the Kraken fountain and now it's come to life. Hope you brought some slippers.

8/1: You know those hazy purple-black pockets of subspace that keep showing up across the sky? Today, a humongous one swallowed up the sun completely. For almost all of the daylight hours, there will be a full-on solar eclipse. Aww, were you working on that golden tan? Too bad, buddy. You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow.

8/5: A herd of Towtow show up at the school overnight and stop to rest. They'll be there, napping all day with that peaceful look adorned on their faces. How cute! But you wouldn't want to see them angry... Maybe that's why you should be careful not to wake them up.

For reference, here are the rooming arrangements.

Comments

Lucca Ashtear, BW-09, School Grounds and Library

[tempus_fixit]

[ALL OVER THE SCHOOL]

Lucca was kind of used to jumping into odd rifts in spacetime. In fact, on a certain level, she missed the thrill of leaping in and never knowing where you'd land. So when she found these subspace bubbles literally dotting the campus, she knew what she had to do. In the name of science... she had to see where they went.

So, clipboard in hand and plenty of potions in her bag just in case, she leaps in... and pops out in a random dorm room. Or roughly seven feet above the fountain in the courtyard. Or a random glen in the surrounding forests. Whups, didn't mean to disturb your shower, either, she was just doing some science...

[During the eclipse]

When a subspace rift opens up and eats the friggin' SUN, Lucca is left with plenty of fire to light her way. In fact, she takes it upon herself to find some torches and stake out the paths between buildings.

1/2

[pitticus]

Science took Lucca too far. It took her where no girl should ever go.

In Pit's shower.

While he was taking one!

Now, the angel is a bit of a prude when it comes to showing off his naked body to others. He'd rather not do it if he could help it. Stripping down in front of other guys was bad enough, but to have a girl see him in his birthday suit? YIKES. So when he noticed another presence in the stall alongside him, he reacted in a flash, as though he'd been tossed into roaring flames.

2/2

[pitticus]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

He crowded up against the wall and covered up the place where the sun doesn't shine posthaste.

"L-L-L-L-L-Lucca wh-wh-what are you doing in here?!"

[tempus_fixit]

Lucca was familiar with Pit's modesty. He'd gone as far as to leap into the hot spring with his full robes on during that vacation last summer, although that was under the guise of always being ready for battle. Well he WASN'T READY NOW, that's for sure, and neither was she!

The first thing that she experiences is a disorienting splash of warm water and a boyish shriek, and then an eyeful of feathers and angel--

"EEP! PIT! OMIGOSH SORRY I WAS JUST CHECKING THIS OUT AH I MEAN CHECKING OUT THE PORTALS AROUND THE SCHOOL! It led me here, I didn't mean to ACK--"

She backpedals and stumbles out of the shower, thoroughly soaked and beet red.

[pitticus]

"P-P-PORTALS?!" he stutters, still bunched into the corner and preoccupied with concealing himself. "THERE'S A PORTAL IN THIS SHOWER?! BUT WHY?!?"

[tempus_fixit]

She sits up, her helmet clattering to the ground next to her as she adjusts her glasses back onto her nose.

"I don't know! I just jumped into the one in the fountain, and I came out here! A-although this DOES explain the new spray of water coming out of it that I was so curious about..."

Speaking of curious, she's kind of staring a little as she trails off. She can't help it. She's always wondered how those wings were attached...

[pitticus]

A horrifying thought slams into Pit. He balks, staring at her with fishbowl eyes and an ashen pallor. The red color had drained along with the running water, it seemed. "Um... can I ask you a question? Y-you didn't happen to, um. When you were outside, you couldn't see me through the portal, could you?"

The blush returns with a vengeance. After all, she's staring at him so intently...!

[tempus_fixit]

The question takes a moment to soak in, with how distracted she is.

"...What? Oh, no, you can't see anything on the other side of them! I had no idea what was on the other side, because if I had I wouldn't have--"

She seems to realize just how ruffled his feathers are now, and starts to blush all over again herself. "Uh, sorry, maybe I should head out there and wait for you to finish." She mutters, nodding back towards the door to his dorm room. "Then we can talk."

[pitticus]

"Yeah! Good plan!" he agrees. "Just give me like, one minute to wash all the shampoo out of my hair."

What a relief to have her leave. He'll still be rattled the entire time he finishes up, though.

[tempus_fixit]

In the meantime, Lucca toddles out, sliding the door shut behind her, and flops onto his bed with an overdramatic bounce, staring up at the ceiling. That was bizarre. Pit had made an impression on her from the start: an amazing, feathered peculiarity, an honest-to-gods angel.

Furthermore, an angel that reminded her in small parts to her best friend back home. They both have the same sense of devotion to a cause... and the ability to derp out at amazing (and somewhat endearing) times.

And now, she's seen him naked. Wet and naked, and the longer she reflects on it, the more she blushes and thinks she ought to think about something else...

[raw_angel_power]

The door clicked open. Out from it emerged Pit, who averted his gaze the moment he saw Lucca and dabbed at his damp hair with his towel. Even though he was clothed in his underarmor, he still felt vulnerable to her gaze. The precedig moment was still fresh in her memory, after all.

"Sorry you had to see that..." he apologized. "And sorry about flipping out like that. It's not every day someone teleports into my shower!"

[tempus_fixit]

Lucca sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, glancing up at him in his underarmor and then intently studying the pattern on the rug for the moment.

"Yeah--no, it's cool. I'm sorry too. If I knew where that portal went, I probably wouldn't have jumped in... Not that it wasn't fascinating--The portal, I mean--but I would have at least waited until you weren't quite so, ah, until you weren't in there!"

Was it hot in here, or was it just her? N-no, it wasn't HER, that was the problem.

"... ...How do you dry out your wings? With so many feathers, it's gotta take a couple of hours right?"

[raw_angel_power]

"Oh! No, they dry up right away." He pivoted around so his wings were facing her and spread them out for show. "They're waterproof. Like, water off a duck's back. Same principle."

[tempus_fixit]

"Whoa, really?"

They LOOK dry, certainly. However curiosity and the need to observe with all senses get the better of her, and she hops off the bed and, with only a single instant of hesitation, curls a hand along the upper covert of one of his wings.

"...Hey, you're right! They're completely dry already!"

[pitticus]

Her touching a part of his body after the embarrassing mishap of earlier left him with a rush of disorienting heat, the heady kind coupled with feeling giddy or antsy. He tried to stand tall above it, though. It was nice to have someone admire his wings, especially since they were the part of him he was most self-conscious about.

"Even my skin's still damp. I guess feathers just aren't made for weighing down," he said. Pit looked back at Lucca and a thought occurred to him. "Uh... speaking of which... Do you want a towel?"

[tempus_fixit]

"...huh?" She says, a little quiet and a little late. She'd gotten a little distracted by the feel of the feathers between her fingers... Now that she realizes it, she was kind of damp. Her glasses she'd wiped off as a reflex, but her hair and clothes were still a little soggy. The thing is, they'd already half-dried thanks to--

"Oh, no! Don't worry about it. I'll dry off real quick."

She pads backwards a few steps and with a deep breath and a flash of heat around her, her hair fluffs out, dry as ever.

"...Fire magic." She explains, still flushed. "It's pretty handy, as long as ya can control it."

[raw_angel_power]

"Whoa, no kidding!" marveled Pit. He held his hand out to the surrounding air. "With those kinds of powers, you could cook dinner. Without a stove. Hey, you'd be perfect to take camping."

[tempus_fixit]

"Yeah, I was ALWAYS the one who made the campfire when my friends and I camped for the night." She replies, closing the gap between them again.

"Only thing is, I kinda burn whatever I cook... I kinda have to focus to keep it at that low of a level. If I get distracted or excited, it can flare up a bit more than I mean it to."

[raw_angel_power]

"So... just now, were you distracted or excited?"

HA HA HA JUST KIDDING

[tempus_fixit]

"--Huh?! No, I, I didn't mean--"

The blush returns with a vengeance, and her flabbergasted gestures gain a light of their own before she squeaks and hides her hands behind her back.

"I wasn't! Not really!" She adds with the touch of irritation, of a girl that knows she's being teased.

[raw_angel_power]

"Kidding, kidding!" laughs Pit. He wanted to add another remark about how her cheeks were flaring up a bit more than she meant for them to, but he figures that might be pushing it. She might explode or something, and he kind of wanted Lucca intact. But a part of him wished to see it... "Sorry, it was just a joke."

[tempus_fixit]

Sorry Pit, she wasn't going to blow up that easily. Her fluster subsides once he says that.

"...sorry. I guess it's kind of a hot-button for me. I can't tell you how many times I've set books on fire while reading 'em. It's something I need to control a little better, and it can be a little embarrassing."

Then she suddenly seems to realize that they're still in Pit's dorm. Her anger gone, she picks up her helmet again and brushes the hair out of her face.

"Maybe I should let you get properly changed?" Or preened, or polished, or whatever the angel does as a daily ritual.

Did you say...torches....

[itsjustrats]

SOMEBODY is ruining Garrett's perfect day without light. He can't help but scowl at the torches left by some goody-two-shoes. Fortunately, he has a way of dealing with this.

If Lucca is still out and about, she'll find several of her helpful torches doused with water. She might even hear a splashing noise followed by another light going out.

[tempus_fixit]

What...? Who was doing this? She gunts and ignites her hand, blasting a soaked torch back to light with all the more fervor, and then she goes to investigate the source of the noise.

[itsjustrats]

Sploosh. And it's out again. Somebody appears to be trolling.