Who: Everybody smoochin or punchin.
What: wedding festivities and the apocolypse. Wow!
When: January 5-8th
Where: the Clocktower. The moon? The doors!!
Rating: P for Pow

They had to do it now, that's what they had said. Now, in front of everyone, here at the clocktower. The stage was set for a blast of a time, as gorgeous as it could be at the last minute. The festivities were bound to be a fantastic time, even with looming orange moon filling half the sky.

At least, it was a nice time before the nightmare of a face began to open its mouth in silent congratulations for the happy couple. (Or maybe that was a silent scream.)

It was a nice time before the masks rocketed out of their confines, smashing glass and walls and anything in their way. The door was made for them, and that was where they'd stay, nice and cozy as the apocalypse seemed to open above them.

The clock tower rang the time. As the echoes of the chimes rang out through the air, the clock above door began to move. It was counting down, and with it, the door slowly opened.

Three days.

What to do, Smash Academy?

Who: Cyrus and whoever
What: STUDY TIME
Where: The one part of the library that isn't ruined
When: first week of January

So, all those books that Cyrus insisted on salvaging from the library before that giant creature stepped on it? They're lying around on the table in the study room that somehow managed to miss being hit by that huge foot. Granted, the windows and walls are cracked, but they're still standing and provide a shield from the cold.

Handbills advertising that people should go to that location are hung around the campus and town. Perhaps, the signs indicated, that research could lead to salvation.

And of course Cyrus was there. Though he was unstable and unfocused, he was forcing himself to follow through with his research.

Who: Flint and errybody
What: A bonfire!?
Where: Somewhere on campus
When: Today??
Warnings: Stuff on fire

Despite the moon looming in the sky and the campus in shambles, Flint insisted on keeping up some semblance of normalcy. So, in between the rubble, he raked the fall leaves from the campus grounds, gathering them all into a large pile in an empty clearing. There, now the grounds were... still mostly in ruins, but he could see the grass again.

As for what to do with the leaves? Well, nobody seemed much in the mood to jump in them, so he does the next best thing: sets them on fire!

Once the bonfire is roaring, He sits on the ground near it and just sort of. Contemplates.

Who: ERRYONE
What: Halloween Party!
Where: The haunted ruins What remains of the arena
When: October 31
Warnings: S for SPOOPY

The academy may have been mostly in ruins. The moon may have been falling from the sky. People may have been feeling hopeless.

But life went on nonetheless. That was the point Daisy wanted to make when she busted her butt for the few days before Halloween, gathering up whatever supplies she could to make sure that she and her friends would have at least one night to enjoy themselves. Something to take their minds off of things for at least a little while, and raise everyone's spirits.

The arena projectors actually managed to work, despite flickering a bit, and Daisy was able to program a nice haunted house scene to hold the party in.



She grabbed some snacks from in town, some mood music, and made sure that everyone would have themselves a good time.  Hopefully nothing bad would happen.

Who: A Mountain, Campus and You.
What: Watch your heads, cause someone's not watching their steps. There's destruction afoot.
When: October 4th.
Where: All across campus.

As far as Sundays went, this one was pretty typical, despite the lingering blood moon that persisted well into the morning. If you disregarded that, you could certainly call it lovely. The air held the crisp kiss of autumn's chill, the breeze rustling the fire hued foliage of campus. Eventually the sun's golden rays chased away the moon, bringing with it the deep blue of the sky.

It was entirely possible to forget anything bizarre was happening on such a nice day. Monsters, earthquakes, pssht. Those didn't exist today.

At least not until the first rumble echoed off the edge of campus. And then the next. And the next. And the next. Each one closer, stronger, rattling everything that wasn't fixed in place. The more astute in their panic might have noticed that it was far too rhythmic in its shocks. It was like a heartbeat, or a particularly strong footstep down rickety stairs.

Or perhaps they just noticed that a huge foot had come crashing through the roof of whatever building they happened to be in. Probably a striking detail, that.

The mountains, it seemed, were out for a stroll.



The colossal beast was ambling without a care in the world. The school buildings it was walking over (and through) posed no issue for it. Clearly it was just enjoying the fine Sunday like anyone else would. The mountains it had apparently wandered down from must have looked too boring, or maybe that little wolf thing had been making too much of a racket.

Either way, it was here and it was peacefully walking directly through Smash Academy.

[Open log! You may want to react to the happenings, or help people evacuate! Maybe there's something to be done about the creature? Watch your step! Questions and plotting can be found here! ]

Who: ERRYONE
What: SHOPPING!
Where: THE MALL!
When: NOW! (September 20 - 26)
Warnings: S for SHOPPING

Sometimes... Sometimes people just needed things. Basic necessities, food, clothes, video games... Of course, after the big Angry Birds attack a few days ago, it was likely people needed to replace broken things too. (How did that even happen anyway...)

Whatever the reason, the mall was the place to be.

Who: YOU
What: ANGRY BIRDS
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: TODAY
Warnings: PROPERTY DAMAGE

It's a nice, breezy day; a welcome change from August's sweltering heat. Fall is on the way, and with it come migrating birds.

Lots of birds.

Oh my dear sweet lord where are all these birds coming from.

Birds of all shapes and sizes. Some of them land harmlessly on the ground, others bonk into buildings, trees, bushes, you.

Some of them are exploding. You might wanna watch out for that. And hide the bacon, I hear they're not fond of pigs.

Who: Anyone who's a cool dude (EVERYONE)
What: BEACH LOG
Where: AT THE BEACH
When: Last week before school
Warnings: Rising ocean levels and potential shenanigans



Nothing like one last hurrah before summer's over and you have to go back to school, right? Even if the water level's pretty high right now, it's-- what do you mean this is low tide? Really?

Well, at least there's still a sliver of sand left to chill out on, make sandcastles, have evening bonfires, and maybe you can even squeeze in a game of dead or alive beach volleyball. The sun's bright and warm and there's a refreshing sea breeze washing over the coast. Just be careful in the water and have a good time.

Who: Cyrus, etc
What: Pontificating and whatever party crashing may occur
Where: Spear Pillar! Well, the Spear Pillar stage in the stadium
When: Monday night


It was imperfect. What the stadium's programming summoned as the Spear Pillar was ever so close, but just short of its true image. For starters, that tree there. The true place was barren of any life, in a primal state of everpresent beginning and ending. Even the tree's apparent deadness, perhaps meant to represent that cycle, was inappropriate.

Cyrus wondered who had programmed it. Who had been there, to get such massive details wrong yet even the smallest carvings on the altars correct?

At that peak, he let his mind wander. That was what he had come there for.

( And furthermore )

Who: YOU
What: PUNCH LOG
Where: THE STADIUM
When: SOMETIME
Warnings: THINGS GETTING PUNCHED

Kumatora needed to blow off some steam. It was getting too tense around here, and she wanted nothing more than to punch something. Hard. Fortunately, there was a brand new sandbag waiting for her in the stadium. With its creepy dead eyes. She was gonna punch those first.

She was spending an awful lot of time there recently. Maybe it was more than relieving stress- like she was preparing for something. Either way, she might be there when you're there, and she's open for a spar... once she punches out the sandbag, of course.

Who: Bug chasers
What: Following the butterflies mothflies.
Where: The illustrious woods near the Academy
When: July 27th.
Rating: General mysteries and shenanigans.

The moths were still there. They hadn't gone anywhere.

Except, actually, they had. All at once, they moved. The ones fluttering around mischevious children, the ones evading bug nuts, the ones swarming every source of light, it was all of them. Their dusty wings sent them all heading in a particular direction, almost beckoning people to follow their sudden migration.

Which they were, quite frankly.

If the sense of curiosity got feet moving, then such inquiring feet were led to the edge of the forest where a stream of moths were pouring and weaving into the trees.

WELL. Gosh. What to do about that.

Who: Mona and YOU! Anyone is welcome.
What: Interrogating FDC citizens about the earthquake.
Where: Various locations within Final Destination City, starting at the cafe onwards.
When: Entire day of July 23rd.
Warnings: Probably none.

( Who knows the city like the back of their hand better than the people living in it! )

Who: Cynthia and anyone who sees her
What: Moving and fixing stuff
Where: Guidance Office and TD-08
When: the entire day of 7/19. Between the morning to noon: Office, After lunch onwards: Dorm
Warnings: If she stubs her toe, she might curse. Other than that, I doubt there's anything worth mentioning.

( You find the fun and snap! The job's a game )

Who: Everybody! Yeeaaah!
What: Graduation and Prom!
When: The evening of June 8th.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: Everything. Everyone. You know who you are. You Know Who You Are.

( ...these are the days to hold on to and we won't although we'll want to. )

Who: Flurrie and YOU!
What: LET'S GET PRETTY
Where: The auditorium
When: During drama class because why not
Warnings: Makeovers

With prom rapidly approaching, Flurrie thought it was imperative that the students were ready to look their best on their big night. All of the dressing room makeup mirrors were pulled out onto the stage in the auditorium and each table had an impressive array of makeup, hairstyling products, and other implements of beauty.

"Good morning, class~! I have a special surprise for you! Today we're going to practice our prom looks so you'll all look fabulous! We're going to be doing beauty makeup and formal hairstyles for everyone today! I want you all to pair up and pick a mirror, then get beautiful!"

Who: Shantae, Anyone
What: Prom is coming! Do you know how to dance? Time to learn!
Where: Dance Studio
When: May 24 - 30
Warnings: B for BAD DANCING

( Read more... )

Who: You!
What: Cherry Blossom Festival
When: April 10th - 18th
Where: All over town & campus. Wherever you find a cherry tree. Probably even up there on that mystery island for whatever reason, if you're so inclined.
Rating: Flower power.


( In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger. )

Who: Jon Talbain and Martial Arts students
What: Martial Arts Class.
Where: The Stadium.
When: Monday Afternoon.
Warnings: Violence, a violent movie clip, terrible wasting of food and even worse puns.

( You've Bean practicing, I hope! )

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

( IT'S A BIRD. IT'S A PLANE. )

Who: EVERYBODY IT'S A LAKE PARTY
What: Clean-up! Chao rescue service! Other stuff! Open log!
Where: The lake
When: March 9-15
Warnings: Let's hope the lake Gyarados isn't pissed off about the spaceship that landed in its house...

Just as she said, Melia was at the shore of the lake in the early afternoon, already directing her bodyguards around the scattered, remaining pieces of the Egg Carrier littering the ground. What she really wanted to do, though, was find those Chao. It was a bit selfish of her, she thought, to be more concerned about finding the cute critters than cleaning up the lake, but she did have a good reason. She had to make sure they were all right in the aftermath.

And she wanted to pet one. Or all of them.

((This is a catch-all 'do stuff at the lake' log! Go nuts!))