Who: Max and Vinnie
What: Go shopping for tuxes for the prom log
Where: Jos. A. Bara Menswear
When: A week before prom but I was on hiatus so this wasn't posted until now BACKDATED
Warnings: It's me and Toni. That's probably something.
And so, gentle reader, Maximilian Justice Powers and Vincent "Vinnie" VonVinesaur found themselves at the only place in town that could rent Max a tux. It was the sort of men's store that took three measurements for a suit coat. Chest, Arm length, and Bicep breadth.
It was a store that Vinnie could shop at as well, because Max had spent the last four years in turning him into a self-aware version of himself, one which realized what he had become but knew no possible way out of the life that he currently lead, resigning himself to regular weight room visits, the drinking of vegan protein shakes, and the tracking of his PRs.
There they were. In the store. Looking at suits. Being themselves.
"So you, uh, takin' Bulba, yeah?" Max asked. So good at casual small talk.
: Jock, BlueWhat
: Jock is babbyWhere
: Jock is babby
Jock awoke in the middle of the night, feeling strange and out-of-sorts. Why was he in this bed? What bed was this? It smelled like a good bed, but he didn't sleep in beds, not usually. He was usually just outside! Outside and sleeping on the ground! Not inside and in good-smelling beds.
The bed smelled like him, only moreso. Like, super-Jock smelling. It was hard to describe. But it smelled good, like... Jock. But more Jock than Jock.
"Mama?" he asked to the darkness.
That's when he noticed another smell -- the smell of a man he didn't recognize. Who was this strangely-smelling man? Why was he in a room with a weird-smell guy? Ugh, it smelled like old paper got married to an ink bottle. (The open copy of A Treatise on Unguents. Proclaimed Indispensable by Alchemist, Chirurgeon, and Sorcerer Alike: Containing a Distinct Classification of Uses both Benign and Malignant. Building and Expanding Upon Marius's Unguento Taxinomia, Including Dozens of the Most Recently Discovered Salves, Ointments, Embrocations, Liniments and Emollients heretofore Undiscussed by Critical or Popular Publication. Illustrated Lavishly with Engravings and Several Hand-Tinted Plates. Published with the Highest Accuracy of Information in the IVth Year of the Reign of Exalt Emmeryn in the City of Ylisstol
was likely adding to this effect.)( And we're off )
Who: Solid Snake
Professor Pliskin and YOUWhat:
The Snake Survival Box CampWhen:
Oct. 04 ~ Oct. 06 (Hi, we're backtag friendly here.)Where:
Deep in the forest where no one can hear you scream from cardboard cuts. Except you know, the people in the forest.Warnings:
Box eating is somewhere in here, I'm sure.( Everything I do beneath here is completely professional )
Who: Gordon, Eirika, Mac, all other interested students, anyone who wants to sit in.
What: The much-requested booster classes in math and science
Where: Gordon's teaching lab
When: Sometime during the summer IDK
Warnings: Improper integrals. Scandalous!
Th summer gets away from us fast. Before we know it, the grass and brushes are looking tired, their blooms faded and unenthusiastic, and the leaves lens-flare green, overblown and spent. Gordon had scheduled the brush-up classes to be around this time, so that his students would have it fresh in their memory for the next semester which was mere weeks away.
They were less structured than his normal classes. Topics came as the students asked about them. Attendance wasn't even required for all sessions; Gordon had faith that if they had something better to do that week, then they'd show up later.
(It said a lot that he actually had faith in his students now. It's a far cry from the privileged trust-fund junior engineers at MIT.)
Basically... it was less a class and more a club. They'd meet up, and chat about science. Gordon himself realized that during the very LAST session in fact, but he kept it to himself with a quiet snicker before he stepped into the room.
"Morning, class. So, what have we got this morning?"
[OOC info: the open-forum structure means any character can tag in with a topic they want to know more about, and Gordon will do his best to answer! Feel free to hijack threads all over the place, have them discuss it between each other, chat about random stuff and disrupt the class, spread rumors, flirt, WHATEVER.]
06/13 - EveningWhere:
The Academy Library - Or in that area of.What:
By way of a fated book, Ziio arrives in Smash Academy.
The lesson that we should all stop reading.Warning:
N/A( If you think Ziio's cleaning this up, you're wrong. )