Roommate Partay!

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

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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[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like Bob was a person who was in a hurry to do anything. She put her pencil down and sat on an imaginary bed. Perhaps she should adopt to how it did things and see where it would go.

"I'll be ready when you are!"

[porygonal.livejournal.com]

This time, it took Porygon 4 hours of thought in unmoving silence before it even touched pencil to canvas. But as it started making lines, it didn't once take pause or hesitate. Every move was slow, but calculated.

At first, it was only an abstract collection of straight lines. The shape it was creating began to resemble a gemstone in an oval cut, with each geometric outline being a facet. But even as an image emerged from Porygon's mark-making, it continued to bisect the canvas with its pencil. Slowly, but relentlessly, it persisted on. Each square inch had to be drawn, and all of it twistedly mathematical.

Some sort of strange, gem-like fractal artwork was the final result. There was barely a piece of canvas remaining that was white - and it only took a good 2 hours to do.

[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

She looked on, visually impressed. Sure, it wasn't...say...a puppy or a tree or a flower, but the shapes formed art. Mathematical art of near utter perfection, and if there was one thing Bob loved apart from creating things, it was math.

"That's really impressive!" she said holding it with a grin. There was a pause. "I'm sorry it took you so long. Maybe I shouldn't ask you to waste four hours just thinking about drawing something..."

[porygonal.livejournal.com]

It was hard to tell why exactly, but Porygon looked on this piece of artwork with an air of discomfort. Like it had just produced something unnerving.

All it said was, "...Perhaps. You should keep it."

[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

"A gift exchange, perhaps?" She showed Porygon her own creation (http://www.studio881.com/cimage/candylandtocastl.jpg). Bob, you could draw...really strange things sometimes. And yet scarier still that this world could come to life at any moment if she so desired. Which she did not.

She grinned while holding it, however. Like she knew, somewhere, on some planet, there were little gingerbread men living in this world.

[porygonal.livejournal.com]

Porygon looked like it really didn't want to take it, but rather like it was forced to out of courtesy. It was a strange painting, with little purpose. Another possession its roommate would likely object to.

"...If you insist." But where oh where would it put the thing. The room was already covered in Giratina's stuff.

[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

"You could post it on Otacon's workplace since you work so well with him?" Bob offered. "I'm sorry my son is..." Such an Asshole? "Troublesome."

[porygonal.livejournal.com]

"He is not troublesome. He is a valuable subject of study. I will ask Otacon." Looking satisfied with this solution, Porygon leaned the painting on the lava lamp. It was like a little collection of Bob-things.

[rockinthrutime.livejournal.com]

"Haha...I suppose he might be."

She gave him a wave as she held her own painting. "We should paint again!"

[porygonal.livejournal.com]

"That is unnecessary."

Porygon turned away, pouring its interest instead at the Originator's painting. Staring intently at it in place of the lava lamp, as though somehow deciphering this piece of work would somehow shed light on some astounding scientific truth about God.

When really it was just a painting of candyland.