Dorm Log!

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Who: It's OPEN. (Anyone)
What: Dorm hijinks and etc. Whatever you want.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond.
When: January 20-31
Warnings: Not even gonna.

Remembuh me? The roomie log turned out to be a success, and a lot of really awesome interactions took place. Because of this, I've decided it was about time to post round two. The name has been changed a little because I think it reflects the premise slightly better.

Basically, here's what this is: we all know our characters experience downtime after classes and their busy schedules, and this is a good portal for those kinds of miscellaneous dorm-shenanigans to take place. Not only does it give your characters the easy chance to meet new people in a laid-back environment but it's a good mechanism for strengthening CR and the like. Some examples can be seen in the link I provided if you fight through the buttload of comments in case I'm sort of unclear.

So how do we start? It's up to you, really. Don't have any plans with anyone else but want your character bugged? Start a thread. It helps to staple dates and times, but you can keep that completely ambiguous if you really don't care/it doesn't matter. So disembark and wreak havoc amongst yourselves! Set up karaoke and sing loudly to further improve relations with dorm neighbors! Jack cylindrical fluorescent light bulbs from the supply closet and fight like Jedi Masters! Build couch forts with other people's laundry! (...ew?) Hold a "study session" with that special someone of yours! Harass teachers and students alike with your inane questions! What bountiful possibilities await you.

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Vinnie was numbed to everything, trapped in the vortex twisting up his insides. He knew what was going to happen next. Being prisoner to his own sick and nausea, bedridden, suffering the highs and lows of a traumatized body. It was constant exhaustion and a chloroplast IV drip and pain. Watching Red worry sick over him, waking up in the dead of night from dreams he couldn't remember.

He waited for it. But save for the effects of his own anxiety, there was no fresh wave of lightheadedness, no vertigo. No new hurt on his back. If anything, his body felt... clearer, if that made any sense.

It was either his disbelief had become so strong that the power of delusion was blanking out the symptoms, or Vinnie actually didn't feel wrong. He blinked slowly, trying to register what his body was trying to tell him. The panic of the moment eased its grip on his chest just enough for the Venusaur to consider that maybe, just maybe, this was the right step forward.

Just like autumn, right? Like his berry plants, sometimes. The shedding of leaves sometimes... happened, as they should.

He still wasn't ready to call anything a success, but the pure, naked terror was dissipating from his eyes. As Bulba helped him to his feet (he complied unthinkingly, still confused by everything), Vinnie had enough clarity to notice that the usual blackouts of his vision hadn't happened either.

Speech had to be gently forced from his throat, coming out in only whispers. It was a tiny echo of what the Ivysaur had asked before, but hesitation barred him from trying to hope. "Was this... supposed to happen?"

[rivalsweetscent]

The Ivysaur had kept his hold steady, slipping his arm under Vinnie's. It seemed like it was for the Venusaur's benefit, but it was hard to tell with the way Bulba was gripping Vinnie's shirt with paling knuckles. The whispered question forced Bulba's thoughts to jostle themselves back into a coherent stream, and he forced himself to look back at the withered leaves on the floor.

It almost seemed a little too much to hope for that this was the way things were supposed to be. But alright, ok. Put things in perspective now. It was unreasonable to expect that something magical would happen and the damaged leave would just... be alright again. That's not how things worked. Things had to start over, and if something was already there... then it would have to go for the cycle to renew. He didn't imagine things would have felt so right if something was actually wrong.

It made sense when he thought about it, but it didn't really make it any less alarming when you didn't know what to expect.

"Maybe?" Bulba managed to croak out, turning his face back towards Vinnie with wide eyes. He lacked the benefits of knowing how the Venusaur felt, and could only go off of his reactions. So while the idea was sound, he had no idea if that's what happened and he was still just a little terrified.

"Are you still okay? I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

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Vinnie answered back with his brain running on automatic - he wasn't all there just yet. "Uh, i-it's okay..." though it sounded like he wasn't too certain of that.

If it were somehow possible to separate the psychosomatic effects and the genuine processes his body was going through, it'd make things so much easier. The panic attack, at least, was passing, but now that Vinnie could see the shrively stubs for what they were, it suddenly made him ill to look at them. Like someone had just given him a box with his severed pinkies inside, all gift wrapped.

This made some sort of sense, he supposed. But he and Bulba didn't exactly follow all the normal rules of plant growth, being half classified in the animal kingdom. And it certainly didn't dull the shock. For all Vinnie had convinced himself that he wasn't dwelling on the past, this only proved that this particular wound had yet to heal over. (He might have been turning a tiny bit pink, suddenly self-conscious about his spazzing.)

He glanced back at Bulba, dazed red meeting nervous gold. There was only one thing he could think of that could give them the resolution they needed. "I think... we should ask Erika..."

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Bulba nodded fervently. That was exactly who he had planned on trying to drag Vinnie to just a few moments earlier. If she had recommended this, then she would probably have known what was going to happen right? He was a little sore that she hadn't mentioned it, but he guessed it was part of being a very mysterious lady. All the mystery and all that.

"Right now."

He was already sort of pushing him towards the door.

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Seemed like his legs were starting to respond to his brain again. And so, one foot in front of the other, steps were being taken. Out the door. To Erika. She'd know what just happened - she knew everything. She could help him. Bolstered by this thought, Vinnie was steadied himself so that he could walk without using Bulba as a crutch.

But wait. The Venusaur hesitated, glancing back at the two stubs lying on the ground. It felt strange to just... leave his leaves. They were simultaneously fascinating and gruesome and sad to see. (That used to be part of him. That was part of his body, once. They were his.)

"Um. Should we show her the... uhh."

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Oh. Right. Bulba gave them a wary glance, unconsciously tugging on Vinnie's shirt a little more. "... Maybe." There was a pause, and he swallowed slightly. "I can't touch them," he announced in as certain a tone he could. Not until he knew what they meant, at least. At the same time, leaving them meant that they were just going to sit there in his room.

Being creepy.

And dead.

In his room.

Bulba made a very distressed face.

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Vinnie stared at them for a moment longer. If Bulba wasn't going to do it, then... well, could he picture himself picking them up? For a moment he tried imagining it. The urge was certainly there, as though touching them would somehow absorb them back into his body and everything would be back in its rightful place.

But they were dead. A piece of dead.. him.

A shiver shot through Vinnie as he very quickly turned away and hurried out of the room with renewed distress. "Fuck it neithercani."

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Bulba could only nod and hurry after him, pausing only long enough to shut the door behind them with a definitive click. They were out of sight, but they certainly were not out of mind. He shuddered and followed Vinnie as they made haste to where Erika was.

[Continued here!]