smash_logs | Roommate Partay!

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Roommate Partay!

Who: Everybody ever
What: OPEN LOG! ROOMIE LOG
Where: Your dorm room and beyond
When: From November 16-24
Warnings: Don't even get me started.

You heard the "what"! It's a roomie log! What does this mean for our dudes? It's a good way to build CR between characters who are meant to interact on a daily basis, but somehow you never really get the chance to stick them together otherwise, in logs or commentspam or whatever! Here is a good chance.

Before you start a thread, I'd suggest getting the okay from the other character's mun just in case. Basically, just add a thread with the room number (and date/time, if it matters) and take it where you will! Go crazy, do whatever. Story swapping. Bed jumping. Nail painting. Slug wars in sleeping bags. ~It can be yours, my friend, as long as you make a thread.~

Don't just limit yourself to one thread, either. If it so appeases you, you could hold a thread with more than just two characters (Man cave in BE-01), or if that one thread between your two dudes wasn't enough, make another one for a different time. Have fun, guys! Get ready to bug your roommates and next-door neighbors. BLOCK PARTY BLOCK PARTY and then the RAs kicked everyone out.

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A douchy mcdouchyjerk.

"True but some guys would have just stayed on the ground to give advice and not come themselves." She shrugged and ate her own part of the pancake. Her eyes dotted on the new, very shiny button machine that was next to her. "Would you like something to drink?" Her hand hovered over it, betraying her excitement.

She wanted to show this thing off. So bad.

... Staying on the ground and giving advice would have been, in hindsight, a very good idea. HUH. "Didn't even think about that option..."

He looked at the button she so desperately wanted to press. It looked very press-able. He looked at her. He looked at the button. He looked at her. ~~Her face was now diamonds.~~ Curiosity of curiosities!

"Sure."

Perhaps hindsight was 20/20 but in Lash's eyes it made you appear that much better. Savor what foolish thoughts might have brought?

Her grin grew wider when he didn't seem opposed to it (hey sure was better than outright NO in her book). Her hand closed in on one of the red buttons and...

"This room will self destruct in three seconds...repeat. This room will-" Click.

"Woops!" she giggled nervously. "Kinda a force of habit, I should really get all these buttons marked hmmm..." Alright, maybe the one to the left after that (and hopefully not the one that would gag Maxwell to his chair). Thankfully, this time the floor next to him opened and a tea machine slowly rose up to the floor, a tube connected to the hot water supply, and plenty of tea bags. Success!

"I didn't make it completely automatic," she explained watching finish it's accession. "I dunno, I guess I just don't like tea that's been over-steeped."

Gosh Maxwell you'd turned her into some sort of refined tea drinker.

Maxwell's face changed several expressions while she poked around at buttons. "I'm not entirely sure adding a self destruction sequence is in the building's contract of rules and regulations..."

Yes, that was what he was more worried about rather than the fact that Lash had installed one at all. What.

But that was okay because suddenly he was extremely distracted. Oh goodness what was this. This was the best thing ever. Oh goodness forget everything about almost blowing up this was made of beauty and amaze. Maxwell wiped a single tear from his eye.

"I'm so proud of you."

Oh that just made things better. SEE, she knew he'd understand just how amazing this tea machine was. You could almost see the rays coming from her beaming.

"And look at this, I even have a self service potable teacup..." she pressed another button and..

...suddenly Maxwell's chair had metallic slips slice over his chest, hands and foot.

"Oh woops!" she said, fumbling with the remote. "Wrong button again." the temporary prison gave way a few seconds afterward as the teapot suddenly grew legs and pored itself into Maxwell's cup.

"There we go!"

Lash you really needed to label everything.

Well that was the closest that Maxwell had ever come to being in a highly terrifying and very uncomfortable torturing interrogation situation. The kind of sort that Maxwell knew he'd probably never see the end of because he never actually knew any of the information that people actually seemed to want or need for those kinds of situations.

But he'd never been in one. So. Maybe he'd do alright.

THAT WASN'T THE POINT THOUGH the point was that those straps had been very alarming and as such Maxwell was now sitting there being vaguely alarmed for both of their own safeties as he watched the cute little robopot pour him some tea. He calmly pulled out a roll of masking tape from his coat pocket and handed it to Lash as he picked up his cup.

"It makes good temporary labels." Siiiiip. "Good job, robo tea team."

"'kay!" The tape was torn and moved as Lash stuck little pieces all over the controller. The newest one had 'Gag guest' written on it.

The tea team, on the other hand, gave him a tiny little salute as it return to it's normal position and looking like nothing was wrong or robotic.

"How is the tea?" she asked, fumbling with the button. Oh yeah, oxygen masks popped out nearby, before slowly retreating back into the ceiling. She marked that one down too.

"It's good," he commented as he watched the dangling life preserving objects retract back to where they had come. Huh. Oxygen masks and straps and...

Maxwell leaned towards the dashboard of buttons, curious about what the others did. "Have you outfitted your room to detach itself from the building?"

She looked at him, seriously thinking about it.

"Should I? Maybe you, me and Jeff together we could..."

Sip.

"I am 80% certain ~~you are kira~~ that's against the building codes, I'm afraid."

Darn.

"What about tubes? Like...we could make them reach the parking lot or a secret place were we could put our tanks!"

A series of tubes. That sounded so awesome.

He thought about it for a moment.

"There's probably some leeway for some tubes."

~~And then they constructed the internet.~~

Yes! Yes! Probably was not no and not no meant possibilities.

"Imagine all the tubes we could build! One that leads from your room into the science room!" Not that...Maxwell needed it being...Maxwell. "One that leads from Jeff room to the science room! One that leads from your room to my room!" she might have said out the last one a little bit quicker than she liked to admit.

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Maxwell, being Maxwell, was oblivious to these implications.

Instead he was thinking about large plastic balls and how they could be used as transportation devices.

"... This could very quickly turn into something resembling a hamster play house..."

"Yeah!" she agreed. "This is the most amazing idea ever. Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it!"

Let's press another button that made a bunch of weapons rise from the floor, oh there they went down again, you most certainly didn't see all those bombs and guns, Maxwell. Nope.

He was not entirely sure how the rest of the populace would respond to Smash Hamster Play House Academy.

"Let's test it with one segment first."

Well it wasn't like he didn't still have a bunch of various laser shooting goggles or rocket launchers or whatever the heck he had from the war in his room. Though those bombs and guns that he most certainly didn't see looked awfully new. Or they would have. If he had seen them. Yeah.

Lash what were you doing with those.

Well Samus and Sonic would probably find it interesting...

"Sure sure! Where should we make it lead to? The tanks or your room?"

Well that took off from him watching the floor were the weapons had sunk into again. She wasn't going to rob a bank, if that is what you were thinking.

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Where's Ricky when you need him?

He gave that careful consideration as well. "Going to the tanks would probably be beneficial what with winter weather being right around the corner." Not that he minded winter weather, but not everyone was a weirdo like his was.

Well that was encouraging.

"Okay!" she screamed up enthusiastically, arms raised to the sky. "We can get Jeff to help, and it will be the greatest thing ever!"

With that done...

"Would you like a bit more tea?"

The mental picture of the three of them working on said tube appeared in his mind's eye, and it was quite the humorous, and also very scientific, montage. Tubetage. Construction of the internet. Etc. Her excitement was contagious, and Maxwell found himself laughing along as well.

It was good to see she seemed to be doing well.

The question got him to look at his cup, and he gave it careful consideration. "No, I'm good for the moment. It's still about half full."

HE REACHED. FOR A SCONE. Yesss.

Of course you knew what this meant.

Lash was...going to reach for the exact same scone. Daring him to try and get it first. Yeah that's right. Try to get the scone Maxwell. TRY.

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~~HE PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE AND LUNGED FOR IT WITH HIS TEETH.~~

What. No. Get your own scone there were like five other scones on that plate. He was not deterred from his course!

~~AND THEN SHE KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS AND TWISTED HIS NIPPLES.~~

True, but that scone was the one you were reaching for and therefore, way more fun to try and get. Her hand reached it first! Or at least it seemed like it, but microseconds before his hands touched it, woops.

~~GOOD. GREAT. YOU DO THAT.~~

And so his hand landed half on the scone and half on her hand. It was like an awkward half victory that wasn't actually a victory at all. It was like slapping a double card in Egyptian rat screw at the same time as someone else and asserting that you were in fact the winner of this pile of cards, but really both of you knew that neither of you were the clear winner and you were going to have to figure out who was getting all the cards and it was just going to turn into a horrible fist fight over a card game. A very serious card game.

These were the thoughts and feelings that were coursing through his veins. THAT WAS HIS SCONE HE WANTED IT. ... But he was also a socially awkward gentleman. He took a different scone. (AND TOTALLY PUFFED HIS CHEEKS UP HE TOTALLY WANTED THAT OTHER ONE MAN.)

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