What is love? Baby don't flirt me, don't flirt me no more

[thewunderkind]

Who: Lash and You (OPEN LOG TIME!)
What: Lash tries to flirt like Blacky taught her, and horrible things happen.
Where: All over campus on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
When: Whenever you want, bby
Warnings: Horrible flirting.
Suggested Music: This song.

Well, she told herself she would do it. Now it was only a question of who would Lash come upon first. Deep breaths, calming voice, being in control. She could do that easily. The hardest part was how the other person would react, and keeping her short fuse in check.

It was a recipe for disaster, that was for certain.

((OOC - Much like an open office log, you tell me what date, time and where your character is. I will have Lash moving all around the school looking for victims and she has three days off from work, so anywhere from 6am to midnight is fine.

Yes, girls can come too.

Both log and action posts are allowed! Go with what you feel like doing, I will reply accordingly. Have fun, enjoy both of our characters making each other uncomfortable.))

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[Wednesday! 8 AM.]

[go-4-the-gold.livejournal.com]

Occasionally, Gold would wander around campus, opening doors and getting his nose into things that his nose probably ought not be in. Morning tended to be a good time; most people were either sleeping or in class.

Just as he was leaving a boring broom closet, he noticed a little someone in the distance. Only after he had nervously stumbled out of the room and slammed the door behind himself did he realize the little someone had a very big hairstyle...

Reposting the first post

[thewunderkind]

Well it was rather still early in the day. The corridors were mostly quiet until she spotted some interesting noise. Hoping it would be Raiden (who would have made a perfect victim) it turns out to be the small boy she had helped sneaked into his friend's room.

He would do nicely.

"Hello. What were you doing?"

Repost of the first post

[thewunderkind]

Fat chance. Lash smirked before she stuck out her left hand, blocking his pathway.

"And where do YOU think you're doing?"

Wednesday 11:30 AM

[mister-nintendo.livejournal.com]

Mario was just walking down the hallway in order to get to his next class when he happened upon Lash, who was also... walking to her class? Who knows, she was just in the hallway wandering around so he figured a greeting would be polite. They weren't friends, but they were associates at least. "Ah, hello!" He waves at her, completely not knowing the impending doom he was unleashing upon himself.

Yay reposting is so much fun. Orz

[thewunderkind]

Peach was gone. Surely it wasn't be that bad to have a little fun with one of the Mario brothers, right? She gave him a confident wave, before giggling a little, putting her right hand to her mouth for emphasis.

"Mario...uh...Mario. Nice to see you."

Wednesday, 12:00 PM

[skyhighballoons.livejournal.com]

Balloon Fighter was heading to the library, returning the book he was currently reading. It was the part where the witch was slowly fading as the prince was-

Wait, something, no, someone was blocking him. He nervously glanced up from his book and tried to greeted this person. There was something about this person that is just frightening. Even so, he still tried.

"Ummm...H-he..he...hello"

Well, he at least tried. sorta.

Pretend Wednesday 3:00 PM was here the first time D:

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

Mac was out jogging that afternoon. He was just about to return to the dorm to start on his homework when Lash walked in front of him. Mac didn't know what to think, maybe Lash just needed something?

"Oh hey, Lash! What's up?"

Big Apple, 3 AM. I mean, Friday, 10 AM

[orangestarbeats]

There was Jake, making his regular rounds, music blaring in his ears, blissfully unaware of how much his mun wants him to suffer what was in store for him.

Repost of the first post

[thewunderkind]

There was Lash leaning on a locker, pretending to be completely engaged in a video game.

"Hey Jake!"

Friday, 11 AM

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

Not really a perfect victim, eh Lash? Olimar just happened to be walking down the halls towards his classroom. He didn't really pay attention to a girl wandering around the school practicing her flirting techniques. Come on, he was nearly 40 and not in the best shape nor had the best looks. Have fun, Lash. Olay, he doesn't look THAT bad. The nose is kind of a charm anyway.*NO*

8I t-this thread called to me

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

SPEAKING OF PERFECT VICTIMS SPEAKING OF PERFECT VICTIMS there was a Raiden in the hallways, nearly done with mundane morning mopping, and still curious/slightly annoyed as to how one of the janitor closets had become so disorganized on Wednesday.

Either way, he was looking forward to lunch sometime soon when he spotted Olimar passing by. He gave a little wave, remembering him from that bar night and general hallway passings. "Hey Olimar."

Thursday wouldn't hurt. 1:00 PM

[youresosweet.livejournal.com]

Amy was humming merrily down the halls. Why? She was excited over the idea of a sleepover coming up, and that she was invited to come! While the year had been a little more crummy then she was going to admit, this was at least one really nice thing to look forward to. That and maybe cooking for Thanksgiving.

Repost of the first post

[thewunderkind]

A girl? Could she really try to woe a girl for fun? Why not. Maybe she'd discover fabulous feelings she didn't know she had.

She appeared behind Amy, leaning over.

"Hey."

Thursday 12 pm

[ohjeffums.livejournal.com]

Lash could see Tony round a corner in the hallway. Oh crap. The worst target ever. But there's no choice.

Your charms were imminently doomed to fail. Lash should be prepared for the calamity that was about to befall her.

Repost of the first post

[thewunderkind]

Oh she was prepared alright. This was like The Wall(tm) she could never tear down, but it would still be a fun little exercise. She stepped out, holding a bunch of books and papers and purposefully bumpbed into him, making everything fly around.

"Ahh!"

Friday 9:00AM

[getthisguyoffme.livejournal.com]

Slippy scuttled through the halls, unsure what to do. He needed help but had no way to tell anyone. Since yesterday, he kept spouting random comments without any control.

While he was still able to muster to type somewhat coherent things on computer, when he spoke...well Lash was going to find out soon enough.

here comes the worst contestant ever; Friday afternoon

[geometricmagic.livejournal.com]

When Kamek wasn't in his room, he was usually teaching in spirit. When he wasn't teaching, he was running errands for the Bowser's oh so darling children, the Koopalings. On the occasion that he wasn't doing any of these, he'll do things on his own agenda; frankly, things that weren't anyone's business (though they typically included being a jerk to certain people).

This day, however, Kamek was hauling a bag of Pirahna supplies he fetched from the airship (in his not-Magikoopa form. It's easier to carry things when not two and a half feet tall). He was on his way to his classroom when he spotted Lash. Lucky for her, she wasn't on Kamek's 'rude' list, so he simply acknowledged Lash by her name.

Friday, evening. Let's say 6:00 PM.

[black-hawke.livejournal.com]

After the initial mix-up, Hawke had received the report he was intended to get in the first place. Luckily, he was none the wiser. But he still had a few things to ask his CO regarding her writeups. Since they'd acquired their new base of operations, it was only natural for the usually reclusive commander to want to talk about it. It had been more progress than he'd made since February, so there were lots of things to discuss.

Hawke thought it best to seek Lash out in her room, and headed there after he'd cleaned up his office for the day. Finding the room empty, he tried the next best place--the shooting range.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Reposting yay

[thewunderkind]

Three days of flirting (and failing most of the time) had made Lash confused about everything. The process was more complicated than she had given it credit for, and after hearing some men spill out their guts and other just talking on and on and on, she'd retreated to the place apart from her dorm that made her the most relaxed.

She didn't hear Hawke's greeting, but his form was unmistakable. Lash stopped shooting long enough to remove her earmuffs and give him a small wave.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that," she laughed, pointed to her pistol as she put on the safety lock. "I was trying out some more traditional weapons." Even mad scientists got tired of death rayguns, once in a while.

Thursday, 10 PM. Main quad.

[rulebywisdom.livejournal.com]

The cold didn't really bother Sheik. Sure, it was getting chillier and chillier with each passing night, but savoring a few hours off rooftop-jumping freedom was worth any drop in temperature. And now that the days were shorter, there was more time for said freedom.

Running around in tight pants was the best way to blow off steam, after all.

Tonight, however, the Sheikah wasn't doing much running around. It was cool, it was clear, and she was seated on the ledge of the fountain with her harp, idly plucking a song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcoTwuNcHwk).

Yay repost I bet you're so excited at my failure.

[thewunderkind]

"That's a pretty nice song," a voice said behind her, sitting on the other side of the fountain.

Friday, 5 PM.

[operatingbuddy]

R.O.B. hovered his way around the halls. There was so much of the building still to explore, and he fully intended to explore it all.

I'm not sorry for this.

Re: Friday, 5 PM.

[thewunderkind]

This was...going to be interesting. Lash knew this wasn't going to work at all, but at the very least she could try to see how far she could manage or get a reaction out of him.

"Hey! Rob!" She waved at him. "How's school treating you?"

Friday, 9:00 PM

[cheap-oranges.livejournal.com]

Orange Kid was having a pleasant stroll through the halls, taking a small break from his very busy schedule of inventing. Even the greatest minds need a rest every now and then.

Unfortunately for him, he happened to end up running into one of his least favorite people, Lash. "Oh, great. You."

Any Available Time.

[hasmorepokemon.livejournal.com]

Green sat on the hill by the school(the same one he and Jeff had mocked everyone from).

He was half asleep, gazing at the clouds, looking for Pokemon or something.

Yay Reposting!

[thewunderkind]

Suddenly, solar eclipse. Lash appeared from the back, her head the opposite direction of his.

"Hey!"

Thursday, 7 PM

[hawkhearsyou.livejournal.com]

Located in an area as secluded as could be, Ulki quietly stalked the corridors that held miscellaneous classrooms which, by this hour, would be mostly empty. The laguz liked his privacy, but wasn't keen to being cooped up in the same surroundings all the time. Since it was dark, walking about inside would be best.

Reposting, baw

[thewunderkind]

Behind him, there might have been a small afro girl trying to tiptoe near the bird, knowing full well he probably had a good idea she was here.

Friday; 4 PM

[thedesertrose]

Classes were over, had been over for some time. Nabooru had been somewhere between sleep and nonchalance, and the line between the two was becoming blurred, which left her in some odd position where she walked at a remarkably slow pace. Arms loosely at her sides, and a strange irritation that was resting in the back of her head, most likely to do with Robotnik, who seemed to be the never-ending plague of her existence.

As she looked around from the exit of the class hall, she found herself pausing, momentarily missing the desert, and remembering that it was important to keep an eye on Ganondorf. He needed it, after all, that push in the right direction. Well, shove, more or less.

Re: Friday; 4 PM

[thewunderkind]

Thank god for Fridays. Even if the school had a few classes during the weekend, Lash was glad for the day's classes to be done. The three days of flirting had been odd, and she found herself getting less enthusiasm as when she had started. Perhaps it would be a good idea to go to the shooting range in an hour or two - she'd need to seriously unwind.

It didn't stop her from getting close to the Gerudo female on the way out - if anything she was somewhat curious about the newcomer and her relation with the sexual education professor who was not exactly on her list of people she enjoyed. Still, the poker match had been fun and hopefully Nabooru would remember her. (It's not like the afro hair wasn't a dead giveaway).

"Hey! How are you do'n?"

Whatever day and time that's open

[purpleespionage.livejournal.com]

Espio was sitting by his favorite a tree somewhere on school campus, playing on his shamisen to pass the time.

Reposting time oh boy. :|

[thewunderkind]

Ooooh, now Espio was a challenge she could get behind. The chameleon had taught her the art of sushi, maybe she could try to give back a little.

"Hiiii!" her voice was unusually soft. She sat close by. "What are you playing on?"

Wednesday, sometime after noon

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

Well, a man's gotta eat sometime. Even men that have terrible luck. Speaking of men with rotten luck, one of them was just leaving his office for a quick lunch break.

Kyle turned around to lock his door and when he turned back he just so happened to catch a terrible sight (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/436655.html?thread=21834159#t21834159) passing through the hall. "What a--" WHAT THE HELL DID LASH THINK SHE WAS DOING?

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Re: Wednesday, sometime after noon

[thewunderkind]

Oh hell nah, caught in the act. Except this time Lash didn't really have anything to hide, just an unconscious body that had fainted due to her talking. Okay that was very suspicious.

"We started talking, and he fainted," she tried to explain, still pushing him along. "Now I'm taking him to Birdo's room, so he can get proper aide."

sometime friday

[pkmachomega.livejournal.com]

Uh oh. Claus had spotted Lash while walking down the hall, killing time, or perhaps just procrastinating on homework. He made the unwise decision to call out to her, jogging over excitedly. Maybe she was doing something he could join in on to kill even more time.

"Hey! Lash!"

Repost

[snarksterpilot.livejournal.com]

Nester was late. Again. He fell asleep at 1 o' clock AM after a long game of Monkey Kong 64 on his Panasonic 64. It was such a collectathon that it had him addicted for hours! Now he was pretty late for school. Oops.

Now, what was the point here? Nester apparently didn't care much that he was, because now he was up and around with his Game Bra Advance in his hands. Lovely. He was so into his game that he almost didn't notice Lash, but he did catch sight of her hair, thankfully, so he wound up noticing her anyway.

"yaaaawwwwwn Uh, hey afro-lady."

This is the best log for everyone.

[thewunderkind]

Lash didn't really want to flirt with Nester. But making him uncomfortable? That was an entire other ballgame. Plus if Lip found out she'd be so mad. This was clearly a win-win-win situation.

"Hey there carrot-top. What are you doing?"