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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[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

It was! It was the delicious aroma of baked goods. Luckily for small-town Lighter, Brock wouldn't have left his door open if he was adverse to visitors.

He poked his head out from the kitchen, fresh batch of baked goods in a pan. "Brownies. Would you like some?"

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

Well, that answered the question of just whose dorm this was. He glanced between Brock and the pan, grinning a bit. "Since you're offerin'..."

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"Sure. I can't eat all of this myself." He motioned for Lighter to follow him into the kitchen area, where he got right to cutting the brownies into nice-sized squares. "For here, or to go?"

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

On one hand, taking food and leaving was kind of rude. On the other hand, staying meant probably having to make small talk and that wasn't really Lighter's forte, even when he actually made an effort at it. And there were repairs to be done, but... There were always repairs to be done.

HMM.

"I guess some for here and some for later, dependin' on how much you made. Ain't nothin' in'em that'll turn me into a kid or a woman or somethin', right?"

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"For here it is." Brock said, removing one of the brownies with a spatula and setting it on a plate which he placed on the kitchen table. "And I'll make up a to-go box, too. I made plenty."

He couldn't help but laugh at Lighter's apprehensions. "Nope. Made from scratch with ingredients from the grocery store."

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

"Good." He still eyed the plate with some suspicion, but man those brownies were just calling his name. HE TOOK THE PLUNGE. And lo, he was still a 44-year-old human male.

"So you're one of those types that like bakin' for the hell of it or what? 'Cause my son's kinda the same way. I dunno if it's really a two-person job, but if y'need help with any of it, I figure you can just give him a holler."

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

The gym leader watched expectantly as Lighter took the first bite. Satisfied that the handyman liked it, Brock jumped right back into the conversation.

"Well, I'm used to doing a lot of cooking because I helped out a lot back home. So I guess it was a necessity that turned into a hobby. Is your son enrolled here?"

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

Necessities that turned into hobbies, huh. Lighter totally got that. Having to repair his cabin literally every day due to mysterious lightning bolts gave him the urge to fix something every day. Smash Academy was perfect for that.

"Yeah, Fuel. I dunno if he's in your class or not. What do you teach again?"

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

He filed away that information for later, sure that he would run into Fuel sometime. Now he knew exactly what to do when he did meet this kid! BAKE. FOREVER.

"No, I don't think he is. I teach a seminar on Pokemon...breeding."

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Yeah." Even the farmers around Tazmily didn't care about breeding specifics. It just kind of happened naturally. A class about it just seemed weird. Especially when...

"Aren't half the students here Pokemons anyway?"

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"Yeah..." And therein was the problem. Talking about his class always made him a little flustered, because half the students at the school were Pokemon. That automatically made his teaching position extremely awkward.

"I altered my curriculum a lot because of it."

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

"So why would you even need to teach it at all? Doesn't it just... happen and then you got a bunch of baby Pokemons popping up in spring like most animals? Or is even that all crazy complicated like everything else with them?"

MAN why was he even asking about this. Morbid curiosity.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"Well...not exactly. Pokemon are certainly...interesting in that regard."

He leaned back a little in his chair. "And by that I mean they don't necessarily need to...copulate to produce an egg."

Yeah, he didn't get it either.

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

What.

"How is that even possible?"

SURELY HE MEANT LIKE CHICKENS. And that they just had delicious empty eggs.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's part of the research I do." Brock said, wringing his hands under the table. It was always so difficult trying to explain these kinds of things. "Pokemon are a little weird, to be honest. You can just...put two together and if they like each other enough, there's an egg."

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

"One that'll hatch? Just like that? Aw, hell. I don't gotta deal with a bunch of baby Zippos, do I?"

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Yes, Lighter. They were eggs. And they hatched. "No, not unless you put her with a Pokemon in her egg group. Uh...another Pokemon she's compatible with. You should be fine."

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

Hey man chickens laid eggs all the time that would never end up hatching. Unless there were like. Roosters around.

"If she does lay any, I'm eatin'em. And then blaming you."

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

"All right then." He agreed and laughed a little, even if he was slightly horrified of the idea of people eating Pokemon eggs.

"It would be cute, though. A bunch of little baby Farfetch'd following the two of you around."