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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Man, a freight train could have plowed through Wendy's half of the room during Radio Drama Time and Lyra wouldn't have noticed. It probably was not that hard for Izzy to slip in, despite Lyra's innate Bat Alarm.

"My love for you," breathed West, "will outlast all the stars of the night sky. The sea will run out of waves before my passion for you ever flickers out. The four winds will exhaust themselves before my heart will frost over, East."

It was all very moving.

Lyra sniffled, turning around. "Janus, grab me another tiss--" The last syllable died in her throat. There. In the corner. IN HER ROOM. LOOMING OMINOUSLY JUST WAITING TO STRIKE. A BAT.

The rest of West's Very Moving Confession was drowned out as the room suddenly exploded in noise. Lyra let out a very girl scream and shot backwards, accidentally trodding on Tavi's tail as she did so. Tavi let out a squeak of his own and bolted, making it all of two paces before he rammed into Janus, who was diving to try to catch Lyra (who had backpedalled right into Rui's tail and was about to go ass over teakettle onto the floor). Rui would have apologized, but it was busy trying to snatch the Pokegear up before the poor thing got trampled into oblivion in the fracas. No sooner had it secured the thing, however, than Janus came stumbling into Rui, knocking both of the behemoths into the bed and tipping it over with a thunderous crash. Tavi, who was already nursing a nasty goose egg, nearly got smushed beneath it -- little more than fast reflexes saved his poor tail from being flattened once again. Thus, he bolted in a panic again. Right over Lyra. If she had not seized him around the middle, he would have charged right into the desk. Instead, he just bapped at Lyra in a fruitless attempt to keep on pedalling his stubby little limbs, squeaking like mad.

So uh. Yeah. Things went to hell in a handbasket.

Oh. Well. That was pretty intense. Izzy merely adjusted her wings, though holy shit she was laughing her ass off on the inside.

"Skree," she mentioned innocently.

The unholy bloodsucker opened its gaping, fangorious maw, and uttered forth a sound that rent Lyra's very soul in twain, so piercing and inhuman it was. A wail that seemed to rattle forth from the very core of the abyss itself.

Lyra politely returned the comment with another scream. Then she cowered behind Tavi.

"GET IT OUT GET IT OUT OH MY GOD GETITOUT!!" She suggested.

Tavi reached the first item within his grasp -- a Cleffa doll -- and threw it at Izzy. Hey, it's very hard to reach good ammunition when you're stuck on Meatshield Duty.

Oh no, a stuffed plush. Izzy fluttered out of its trajectory of pain and stuffing just in the nick of time. That could have been somewhat annoying. However her reign of terror was not quite done. Her next horrifying plan of attack?

Nestle into the opposite corner of the room.

What a dastardly fiendish plan.

That cad.

OH NO IT WAS MOVING IT WAS PREPARING TO MOBILIZE HER BRAIN WAS IN GRAVE PERIL. Lyra continued to spout a nonstop stream of high-pitched shouts about getting it out and oh god and she was too young to die oh no please not her brain oh god oh nooooo.

Meanwhile, Janus had finally untangled himself from Rui, and decided to do something about this whole wacky shebang. He shambled over to the corner and stood on his tiptoes, extending his arm towards the ceiling. "Urf," he went. Which was his way of suggesting that Miss Zubat please kindly come down before Lyra starts throwing things too, or something is going to get broken or stepped on again.

"Skree," was her reply. As much fun as it was to be a complete dickbutt and torture the trainer with her mere presence, Izzy knew when it was time to call it quits because holy shit. Just look (er, listen) to that Dragonite. IT WAS A DRAGONITE. She was not fucking with that Dragonite.

"No squishing the bat, got it?"

She took a perch on Janus' extended derp paw in a very accepting fashion.

"Urf," went Janus again. He was probably thanking the nice Miss Zubat for being so understanding and also advising that she not take it too personally, as Lyra just seemed to have some sort of... thing... about bats in general, for reasons he simply could not fathom. She carried on in an awful manner, shrieking and trembling and cowering. He kind of looked askance at Lyra to reinforce the notion, as she was currently... kind of rolling around on the floor with Meatshield Furret and whimpering a bit.

Unfortunately, Janus had not factored in how utterly chaotic the room was when he went to go waddle over to the door. As he turned, he hit Rui's leg. He wobbled ominously for a few moments, tiny wings wiggling in a feeble attempt to balance him, then down he went.

Janus, of course, understood that he was very heavy. Landing on the nice Zubat simply was not an option. Thus, he did the only thing that came to mind, and sent her flying from his hand as he plopped down to the floor.

Sent her flying right at Lyra. Oopsie.

Izzy had always wondered if a Dragonite's wings were ever actually useful at all. From what she could tell about them, they were simply the derpiest wings to belong on a creature of its size. Despite the fact that she knew they could indeed carry a Dragonite's mass through the air, Izzy still thought they were probably really useless and also stupid. The moment currently occurring in her life only solidified this suspicion in her mind, as she heard them working to try and do something but the gentlemanly Janus was still tumbling down down doooown.

Shit, damn and cooooookay nevermind she wasn't being crushed under the weight of the dragon she was flying off in god knows what direction. Good. Awesome. Great. Now where was she?

Izzy felt around with her wings. Alright. It was fleshy, smelled a little like cheap girly perfume mixed with apricorns and... not... breathing? Oh. Ohohohohohohehehehehe.

She gave her a big fat batty kiss.

OH GOD OH NO IT WAS FINALLY HAPPENING.

THE DEMENTOR'S KISS.

IT WAS GOING FOR THE BRAAAAAIIIIIN.

First, Tavi was forcibly flung away from Lyra in her wild flailing panic. ( _thud) Then, Lyra shot bolt upright, all but rocketing across the room, scattering plushies, papers, and furniture alike in her haste to GET AWAY FROM THE BAT WHILE HER BRAIN STILL HAD A CHANCE, frantically flapping her arms at her face all the while as if performing some sort of long-lost tribal rain dance, screaming bloody murder all the while.

This was the most horrible, beautiful trainwreck and Izzy was loving every moment of it.

At least, every moment where her life was not in immediate danger. Strangely enough, there were not a whole lot of moments like that right now since Lyra was pretty much going, ahem, batshit. Arms were flailing and attempting to hit her and over all perhaps being latched on to her face was not the best of plans right now. So she moved!

Up!

...Up!

.... Up on top of her hat! But maybe that place wasn't that safe either. The sounds of whooshing limbs were still thunderously close. Izzy kept crawling in the direction she was going until... aha! It just took a little maneuvering around, but scorrreee. Hat Infiltration was a Great Success.

It was actually pretty roomy in there.

Oh but fear not Lyra! For your savior has arrived!

Oh, except it was really just a grumpy 12 year old boy who has no idea what you are doing but assumes it's something stupid. He happened to only show up after izzy had secured herself under Lyra's hat so all he noticed was there was a lot of chaos and Lyra was flailing at....nothing?

"...what are you dong?" he asked in his usual unpleasant manner

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