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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Problems? Concerns? Questions? Somebody blew up their Easy Mac?

Zelda is here. For you.

The door to the RA suite is always open. Occasionally the smell of baked goods wafts out.

You know you want to come in here.

There is someone clinging to the window into the RA suite and breathing heavily onto it, seeking the source of the scent of baked goods.

Clear loves sweets. That said, there is a gas mask puffing foggy air onto the glass and making things look rather creepy. He wants snacks.

But how can you eat baked goods while wearing a gas mask.

Zelda is very in tune with residents stopping by to eat pancakes or muffins or cookies. In this case, it's cookies, and she recognizes when someone wants to enter, even if all they're doing is breathing heavily onto the glass. This guy definitely wants to enter.

"You can come in."

Very carefully.

"Ah! Then, please excuse me!" The average student, nay, the average student of a world other than Final Destination, would surely enter through the door. Clear, however, is not one of those people. Instead, he pulls that window right open. Hopefully, it wasn't previously locked, because it isn't now. With the push of the window may have come a sickening crack of the lock in such a case, one that would leave him markedly unperturbed. Either he doesn't realize his own strength, or he seriously lacks some insight on manners.

"It's just, I smelled the cookies outside," through his superior senses, greater than a human's, "so I wanted to see where they came from!" With a jab towards them, the android questions, "Did you make them, miss?"

Zelda's lips part slightly, mostly in surprise. She is, however, very good at disguising that surprise. This is obviously some kind of huge faux pas on his part--he clearly doesn't know any better.

Oh well. There are handymen for a reason.

"I did, yes. Please make yourself comfortable. Do you take tea with them?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I do!" The android does scramble for a seat and hurriedly plants himself there, hands upon his lap and ankles clicking together. For someone so fully ignorant of his own destructive naivete, Clear, at the very least, shows some semblance of manners.

"I love all kinds of tea! My Grandpa used to like hojicha the most. Do you know about hojicha? It is a roasted green tea, and it tastes woodsy! That is how he described it. Do you know what it is like to have woodsy tea, miss? It's like drinking dessert tea that tastes like roasted marshmallows! That is, if you drink it with a lot of cream and sugar like me."

Finally, he shuts up, clapping his hands together jovially. "Also, my name is Clear! What is yours?"

A very well-mannered android indeed. "It's Zelda. A pleasure to meet you, Clear."

Zelda does not sit, rather, make her way to the RA suite's kitchenette, pulling a plate out of the cupboard--a cupboard that is also full of boxes of tea.

"I'm not sure I have that, exactly," she says, poking through the boxes. "But I might have something like it. With cream and sugar, if that's what you like."

"Yes! Yes, that would be wonderful! Though, I also like jasmine teas and chamomile, but whichever would be fine, Zelda-san!" Eyes are locked onto the direction of the scent, the way where sweet, delicious cookies await him. If he hadn't the restraint he bears now, he would have already been all over them. To be fair, Clear, being an android, doesn't need to eat as much as the average person, but it doesn't stop his ravenous sweet tooth from rearing its ugly head.

"Aah... The smell," he comments, "is very decadent. I am going to guess," wildly and without evidence, "that they are... sugar cookies! Am I right?"

One important question is how he's able to easily detect its aroma through his respirator. That, much like the rest of this enigmatic android, is a mystery to all. Maybe he or his grandfather had tinkered with it prior, or it just hasn't been sealed entirely...

"Very astute," she replies with a bit of a laugh. He's certainly endearing for someone who just busted up her door.

She's made a tea selection and put the water on, so now she busies herself using a metal spatula to move some of the cookies to the plate she'd taken out of the cabinet just a moment before.

"Don't you want to take that off?" Referring, of course, to the mask. Zelda doesn't think it's very conducive to cookie-eating.

Indeed, it isn't, and she is not the first to wonder how Clear eats with that respirator on his face. Apprehension does grip him quickly as her attention diverts from cookies to mask, and his body stiffens.

Should he tell her? Of course not. She seems kind, but even the friendliest people can change at the sight of his own ugliness. He can only imagine her disgust if he does such a thing. Even divulging his reasoning is not an option.

"Oh, no! It's okay." He manages to keep a chipper tone, despite the overwhelming pressure inside. "I can eat with it on." He certainly won't let her watch, though, lest she catch a glimpse of him beneath.

Well, it's not the strangest thing she's ever heard or seen. If he isn't going to take it off, she's sure he has a reason for it, and Zelda isn't exactly one to pry. She can tell when the reasons are personal. "If you're sure."

With that, she places the plate of cookies in front of Clear, turning back to the whistling kettle.

"Tea will be ready in just a moment," she says.

"Yes, thank you!" Thank goodness, he has a moment. This is his chance to indulge in sugary cookie goodness without fear. Clear moves at a lightning fast pace, grabbing a whole handful of cookies, as much as can fit in his palms, and tilts the bottom of his mask from his chin. Not much is visible — only the pink of his lips and two symmetrical moles beneath — and it doesn't remain seen for long. Once those cookies are shoveled into his mouth like something of a chipmunk's food storage, the mask is secured back to his face as he chews.

He must have a rather large mouth to be able to chew all of that. Why, that's almost the entire plate gone in one quick motion! The only remaining evidence of where they might have gone is the bobbing of the respirator as he savors the delicious flavor.

"Mm, delicious, they are delicious!" Oh god he's talking with his mouth full.

Zelda turns around with the teapot and cute little matching cups to find that Clear has basically demolished all of the cookies. It’s not a problem, really, just kind of odd. He is an odd one, she decides, setting the tea tray on the table.

“You must have been hungry. I’ll get you some more in a moment.”

For now, however, she takes the opportunity to pour the tea, setting his cup and saucer in front of him.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

Please don’t gulp down the tea like you wolfed down those cookies, Clear.

Clear isn't quite hungry, per se, but wary of being seen before finishing his cookie carnage. Granted, they are delicious, and the craving he holds for sweets is something incomprehensible by many. His desire for desserts is intense. It's otherworldly, kind of like the rest of him.

Saying he's odd is definitely an understatement.

"Ah, I see! Thank you, Zelda-san." With a firm nod of acknowledgment, he begins the process of drinking his tea, but not with the rushed pace he had for the cookies. Why, he has a method that involves very little exposure, if any at all.

It's his straw. His respirator's built-in straw is what he uses to carefully drink from the cup, as if it isn't a strange phenomenon at all. He does not burn himself, thankfully, but the beverage does pleasantly tickle his tummy with warmth.

"Haaa, it's incredible, Zelda-san!" With a contented sigh, he watches her, noting her differences from the other people he's seen. I must still be much more different, he imagines, even with pointed ears framed with elegant gold.

"Ne, Zelda-san," he questions softly. "Why are your ears pointy like that? They are very pretty."

Oh my god look at his straw. She supposes that's one way to solve the problem, though it's certainly more than a little bizarre. Still, Zelda isn't one to judge.

"Hm?"

It's somewhat forward, but she doesn't exactly mind.

"I come from a place called Hyrule," she replies simply, as though it explains everything.

"Hy... rule?" Well, that sounds quite fancy. It certainly sounds more high-end than anything in Midorijima! Granted, he doesn't have much more than his grandfather's old research and travel stories to go off of when it comes to 'high-end' things.

"Hyrule must be a pretty place," surmises Clear with another sip of his tea through his ~~stupid~~ straw. "That is, the name sounds pretty, so it also must be beautiful." Curious eyes watch her from his gas mask, and, just for a moment, the dusty fog among the lenses is at just an angle for a glimpse of pink color beneath.

"Where I am from is a nice place, too, but Midorijima is... a little rundown." Fingernails graze the side of the porcelain pensively. "I lived in the junkyard with my grandfather. It was dirty, and we had to be very careful, but we were very happy until he passed away." That is suddenly a little dark, if not a bit of a haphazard spilling of private information, but he feels confident in telling people this much.

He would never feel ashamed to talk about his grandpa.

Very fancy. Wait until he finds out she's the princess.

"It's beautiful," she says, clearly very fond of her homeland, though she is sort of wondering how he's not burning his tongue by drinking hot tea through a straw.

Zelda doesn't exactly expect the conversation to take that kind of direction, and she regards Clear with a new concern.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Clear."

"Ah, it's alright," speaks Clear, his tone stable and even a little bright. Even in lieu of such tragic talk, he is still in a fine mood. He has a new life here, thanks to his grandfather's foresight, and he will hopefully find more purpose to move on again.

It is still a shame, he thinks, that he'll surely be outliving everyone he meets here.

"Oh, but Zelda-san should tell me more about her life!" He perks right up, setting the cup down, notably far less full than it was before. "Do you have a family? Do they live in Hyrule, too, or do they live here? Do you have grandparents? Parents? Brothers and sisters?"

Well, here's another plate of cookies, at any rate. Zelda joins him at the table, putting a small spoonful of sugar into her own tea. He's a strange one, that's for sure.

"Ah, yes, my father...lives in Hyrule." Kind of an understatement, as her dad is the king, but, you know, details. "And my caretaker, Impa."

"Your caretaker? So, she is your mother? Or your grandmother?" Clear's ideals of family are rather traditional, the barebones view rather than anything unconventional. What he has to go on is what his grandfather has taught him, and that is that.

"Whatever the case, she must be proud of you, Zelda-san," spoken with a bright light in his eyes, "because you seem—" Clear stops with a brief moment of scrutinizing for the correct phrasing, "—very cool!"

"Ah, not exactly." Impa is a bit of a special case, after all. Their relationship was motherly, of course, but it went deeper than that--especially given Zelda's secret connection to the Sheikah.

"She's a very close friend of mine."

"Ehhh? Friends can be your caretakers, as well?" That is news to him! Why, if he'd known, Clear would have already taken someone under his wing!

"Please tell me how, Zelda-san!" Eyes come alight like a child's in a candy store. "I don't have my family here with me anymore, but I would like to make a new one! I believed it could only be done with marriage, but I suppose that is wrong."

Definitely, the request is very... strange, but he is none the wiser to its oddities.

"Of course," she replies, laughing a little. "Impa's a great many things to me. She's taught me a great deal, and she is my closest confidant."

That's friend enough in her book.

Zelda appears momentarily puzzled by his exclamations, but eventually she laughs again.

"I believe you'll find a new family here, Clear, and you won't need marriage to do it."

"... I would hope so." Among emotions torn down by death and his own inhumanity does Clear yearn for love elsewhere. Apart from his grandfather, he's never had someone like Zelda had Impa, someone he could confide in and learn from. In a way, he admits to envying her.

He realizes his need to integrate, and he moves the topic over to the academy, decisive that he must see this woman again. She is very intelligent and privy to the social standards of this place, he imagines. Her wisdom seems to be quite strong.

"Anyway, thank you for having me for tea and cookies, Zelda-san! Are you a student, as well?" He bounces to his feet and teeters the saucer and tea cup in his hands. He is more than willing to wash her dishes for her before he leaves. "I am what they call a freshman, and I am also a groundskeeper! I keep the school clean at all times, so I am sure we will meet again soon!"

He believes that he can learn a lot from her.

There are crumbs on the table and she still doesn’t quite understand what the straw was all about (and also that window is broken a little), but overall, Clear hasn’t been a terrible guest. He’s intriguing at least, and she’s certain that she hasn’t seen the last of him.

“I’m sure we will, Clear. Please don’t hesitate to stop by if you need anything.”

It is her job, after all.

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