smash_logs | LOOK. UP IN THE SKY.

LOOK. UP IN THE SKY.

Who: All of Smash.
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus.
When: March 13th - April 13th. The whole month.
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.

This month sees the added addition of the fallen Egg Carrier--the debris still litter the lakeside.

Thank you to Angela for the original text! Here are the school's living arrangements, for reference.

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BONUS EVENT TIME!!

March 16th
Are you Irish? No? TOO BAD, you are now. Many of the bars and clubs downtown are having green-flavored festivities. Sure, they're stated to be for those of legal age, but that's never stopped people before, right?

March 23rd - 25th
THE GREAT EXCITEBIKE MIGRATION. Better stay out of the streets or you might get run oveBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbBBBbBbBBBBBb

April 1st
OH NO IT'S APRIL FOOL'S. Crazy Hand is out and about, slapping unsuspecting students and faculty with fish stickers. What? If you are unfortunate enough to fall victim to his pranking ways, you might find yourself saddled with a minor curse (hair color change, uncontrollable sneezing, anything you want, really) for as long as the sticker is on your person. The catch--try as you might, you can't remove it. Someone else will have to take it off for you, which might be a tall order if the sticker makes you say everything backwards.

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Today was a weird day for Mac. Usually by now he was outside, doing some kind of training. In fact, did he maybe miss an outing he promised a certain princess today? It wouldn't be intentional, it was probably a soccer or lunch outing. Something like that. But Mac was fussing on the phone all day. If Daisy was curious about what the hell Mac was up to, she would surely find him here.

It would be weird because Mac was really, really, angry on the phone. Probably didn't even notice if Daisy was even right behind him.

"He did what???"

"Mac?" Daisy asked, knocking at his door, clad in her green dress. He was really late to meet her, and she came looking for him. It wasn't like him to be late like that, and seeing him clearly upset on the phone got her all kinds of worried about him.

"Listen, if he's gotten 'imself that drunk, why is he even allowed in there??"

Mac was still yelling on the phone, not angry at the person ON the phone. Just angry in general. But finally, he did turn to look at the green glad woman at the door. He flinched a little, only because he wasn't used to seeing her in green. Not that that was bad! Daisy looked good in everything, she just always wore bright yellows and oranges, to match her bright personality. Just today was the slight softer green. Today was St. Patty's Day, so it was something he knew he had to expect.

Let's face it, he had enough of St. Patty's right now. It was all he was hearing blasting on his phone from work.

He held up a finger saying for Daisy to hold on just a moment, as he could've swore he looked like a deer in headlights. The raging fire, fire for Mac at least, left him.

"Hey, listen. I gotta go," Mac said as he heard a barrage of yells on the other line. "No no no, you can call me later. Sure he's gonna get bored and leave. Yeah yeah, I know, bud. You hadta vent, no no no. No, it's cool. Catch you later."

Click. Mac then let out a huge sigh, breathing in deeply even. Then he got a really sheepish expression.

"...Sorry."

"No problem," she answered. Daisy, by contrast, was dead serious. Worried, afraid for him... That was more heated than she'd heard from him in a long time. "Is everything okay? Who were you talking to?" she asked, hoping he could at least confide this much in her.

Oh no, no. Mac didn't want to see that worried expression on anyone's, much less on Daisy's, face. He fumbled with his phone a bit before sticking it in his pants pocket. He also found no reason to hide it, there really wasn't. Mac was too mentally exhausted to even care about that.

"Oh, it's...from the WVBA. Uh, so," Mac said with a shrug.

"I've been gettin' calls from everyone at the place sayin' our old friend Ryan got so drunk today that he caused a rukus at the place. Everyone's been callin' me about it all upset. Even Macho."

From his expression, Daisy might tell that not all of those phone conversations were pleasant in more ways than one. Especially if he was on the phone with Macho.

Daisy's expression changed. She was no longer worried. Now she was confused. And upset. Confupset.

"...That asshole who cheated during your last match?" Daisy asked. "If he's making a fool of himself, how is that YOUR problem?" she asked. "Can the WVBA not handle its own PR disasters?"

She followed that up by pulling him in for a big hug, head on his shoulder. "Well, don't worry about it. You and me are going to have a good day today, and nuts to them."

Mac often wondered that. After all, they don't put so much a permanent end on the cheating. As they should, really. Made for good television, they said. It was actually one of the few things that gave Mac a bad taste in his mouth.

Ratings had to happen for good TV, he knew that. But at the cost of the integrity of the sport? Mac wasn't sure he was on board that 100%. He got to box though, so he decided not to really complain about it. A lot of people he did like worked there too.

Today was ridiculous though.

"Everyone hadta vent I guess. He kinda made today a livin' nightmare for a couple of the boys. You shoulda heard Disco, coulda swore he started cryin' on the phone."

Just then Daisy pulled Mac into a hug, and he stopped talking. Mac pulled her closer and hugged back, feeling better already. But then his heart dropped when he saw the time on his alarm.

"Aw...shoot, I was supposed to catch up with ya hours ago."

"I totally believe that," she replied. She could picture Disco Kid just wailing over the phone to Mac about Aran Ryan being a jerk at him...

"Ssssh," she told him, just tightening her hug on him. "Don't worry about it! You were on... important WVBA business," Daisy said, trying hard not to laugh.

He caught that, and he would playfully shove at Daisy shoulder. You kidder, Daisy; he actually was able to notice that teasing as completely innocent and just laughed a little about it for her. Mac already felt a little better, thanks Daisy.

"Oh you, jeez," said Mac.

"Still though, I didn't even look at the time," Mac then followed with a little sigh. "I think I need to relieve all that stress before I go nuts, if ya ain't got things to do right now. I mean, I'm still up for doin' stuff."

Daisy's mind absolutely started to wander at that comment. It's something she wanted to talk to Mac about for a while now, whether their relationship should progress to a state where more... stress relieving activities could be common. Ziio had given her the push she needed. What hadn't presented itself before was the right opportunity.

And now it had.

"...Well..." she began, working up the courage to say it, "maybe I can help you there."

He looked at Daisy point blank as she said that, somewhat in shock. Well that came out of nowhere.

Or did it?

Daisy's tone softened and Mac swallowed. His brain didn't pave way completely yet but it did set off a number of alarms. It caused him to pause, putting it lightly.

His heart was beating kind of fast.

Then his brain clicked.

Wait, I think...

Oh, Mac was sure he was having a major heart attack. What to do? What could he do?? What to say, and what to say that wouldn't turn her off?? Then he remembered. Ziio.

There's no right time, you just gotta do it.

He knew what he wanted, and he wanted to show how much Daisy meant to him. Maybe it was her tone that set all of this off, or maybe he finally just wised up and figured it out. He looked at Daisy, a little softly, at least in comparison to before. All that training about admitting his true inner feelings with Ziio will not be for nothing.

"Y'know, we could do whatever you wanna do. I ain't picky."

Okay, his expression seemed to say he at least got the hint. Step one complete. Now on to step two...

She walked up to the door to Mac's room, and closed it quietly. Then she locked it, turning to face him again. "Well... Maybe we could... you know... 'relax' together..."

Oh.

Oh.

Mac's heart just stopped. Dead. Just stopped. He could've been nervous and act frightened. But he didn't. He could've done so much in protest. But he didn't. Everything felt so scary.

It was...supposed to.

He never succumbed to fear in boxing, or anything else in his life now. So why stop now? This was major. This was just like when he entered the ring for the first time. A boy became a boxer.

Except now, the boy was to be a man.

Mac just told himself, you gotta embrace this.

All of what he learned from Ziio flashed in his brain again, then suddenly, he opened his mouth.

"There ain't nothin' more than I want right now."

This was actually happening. This was actually for real happening. After years of being together, the moment was here. Daisy was totally nervous, there was no denying that. Inside, she was sweating, unsure of herself and what she should do.

Either Mac was totally cool with it, or he was doing a fantastic job of hiding his own nervousness. Either way, she wasn't going to just let fear get the better of her. She wanted this. And she felt that he did too. It was a natural step, and she was more than ready to take it.

She walked up to him, hands on his chest, and leaned in closer. "Same here..." And she kissed him.

If they were both scared, then they were truly in this together. They were going to get through this and come out better people. Better people who were closer than ever before. This would be like no other experience.

He didn't say another word, when she came on to him, he waited anxiously. Whatever she dished out, he was going to take it. Just like a punch. Except here he was being punched with emotions.

She kissed him, and he was going to kiss back. Wrap his arms around her waist too.

When the kiss ended, Daisy looked him in the eye, face flush. She swallowed hard, lowering her hands to lift Mac's shirt up. She could do this. She could do this. She could--

"Holy crap, you are ripped."

That just totally slipped out.

Mac flushed all fifty shades of red. He pressed his forehead against Daisy's and just giggled a little. He was absolutely embarrassed in a flushed way.

He let her remove that shirt and so far, Mac was fine. Mac felt more than fine.

Was it totally okay then? Could Mac reach his hands on over to her shirt and remove that too?

His heart was in his throat. It was lodged in there, but he was still going. How could he still be going, when logically he would be having every single heart attack.

Better swallow that heart, Mac. Because the moment was coming. Feeling more daring, she smiled, taking his hands and bringing them to her back, right up to the zipper for her dress.

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