smash_logs | What time is it? DORM LOG TIME.

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What time is it? DORM LOG TIME.

Who:

sumabura_gakuen
What: Dorm hijinks and etc. Whatever you want.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond. Do what you need! ✩
When: April 30 - May 15
Warnings: I wrote 'hijinks'. That should explain everything.

Ripped off the last one: 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.

Feel free to begin in any way you please! Plan with (a) fellow player(s) if you'd like! Or, set up a thread and wait for characters to bite! Anything and everything is possible. Harrass your least favorite teacher by throwing oranges at their window! Play your favorite survival horror game at night while subjecting your squeamish friends to your dark tastes! Get into a squabble with your next door neighbors about unappreciated late-hour rackets! Confess your love to the girl of your dreams after class is over! It can all be yours if you make a thread. So have at it! Show this log no mercy.

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::Max knows what is normal::

Alright, ten reps, three sets. Get to it.

[That is. A big penguin. Raiden congratulates himself for not being immediately intimidated. Trash is serious business when you're the janitor.]

Did you leave all this trash lying around?

[Oh. OH SUP. N goes to answer the door, and HEY IT'S HIS FAVORITE BERETMEISTER.]

Lucas! Come in, come in. [As he motions out of the way, Swoobat notices them and gives a wink. Zoroark and Carracosta wave. The other mon just aren't around right now. SO YEAH. HELLO.]

More serious than serious, kid.

[He leans back and folds his arms, that little smirk dancing across his face.]

What, it's a crazy idea to you or something? It's adult stuff here.

Mm. Now... do you wish to stay a while longer? I have quite a few toys you might like.

[Zoroark was going for one of them right now. It was a little Hot Wheels-esque car stage sort of thing. It was adorb.]

BW-01 is a room of strange noises and stranger smells. Woe betide those who visit at night.

In the daytime, however, the room bears a sign that reads "MAGICAL ASSISTANCE, INQUIRE WITHIN". Whether or not this is a good idea is kind of up for debate, but hey, what's the worst that could happen?

This is the room for all your RA needs. Microwave malfunction? Horrible roommate? Good old fashioned girl time? You can find it all here, and two lovely ladies to boot.

Zelda in particular can be found with the door open, working diligently at her desk, more than available for ample botherings.

"It's no trouble." He said, smiling and shrugging. "It's the least I can do. Besides, I like baking."

Truly the manliest man, right here.

Blaze was just minding her own business. Surely she wasn't waiting for someone to invite her to play.

[How did Jake get there?

And why was he chilling out on a chair listening to his music?

The world may never know.]

Look at this beautiful stadium. Look at it. It is totally begging you to come out and beat up multiple sandbags, or even each other. I mean seriously there are crazy items all over the place.

Falcon is out there most afternoons, but hey, the stadium isn't going anywhere. It is here.

Waiting.

For you.

((OOC: this is for anybody it is not necessarily a spar with Flacon thread. Unless that is what you want, in which case let me know. BUT YEAH IT'S *~*multi-purpose*~* and for whoever.))

Edited 2011-05-03 04:28 (UTC)

It was Blaze's first time seeing the stadium first-hand. It was certainly an eclectic mix of... she assumed they were weapons and other training implements. She felt as if the sandbags were watching her.

Well, she came to train, so that's what she was going to do. She held her hands in front of her and built up flames in between her palms. Then she thrust her hands out, sending bursts of flames in front of her. She began a routine that looked half like karate and half like yoga, manipulating flames like they were extensions of her body.

After a good week or so of staying hidden in his room forever and ever, dying of crotch pain and ultimate humiliation, Brock finally decided to venture out of his dorm. It was nice to not have to sit around with ice packs anymore, but he was still a little nervous about facing the school's population. Rumors were probably all over the place! That was just embarrassing.

So he chose the evening to leave his dorm, sneaking to the cafeteria kitchen for some extra ingredients (he was out of sugar).

"He's a vegan. He doesn't eat meat at all, or anything that comes from animals like cheese and eggs and cheese."

Sonny watched Char rummaging around with a bemused expression on his face.

"Uhh... to shut us up? I didn't know we were... saying.. anything. Look, you know that messing around with Vinnie's stuff is going to make him YELL at you right? How is that shutting him up?"

Know who else was out for some sugar? Blacky. ~~No, not that kind, get out.~~ Almost everything was bland to her dead tastebuds, but if a food was particularly strong in its flavour she could pick up on it at least. In her experimenting with solid food, she found that she really had a sweet tooth.

One of the perks of being dead was not having to worry about her weight, so she could go ahead and do things like eat sugar by the spoonful or handfuls of chocolate chips. Which was exactly what she was doing in the kitchen when Brock showed up.

Uh-oh. Busted.

Yes, those titles were interesting enough to capture Hawke's attention. He wasn't entirely sure why the ethics teacher seemed to be so interested in space, after all. Maybe it had something to do with his new world that he was trying to build.

Cyrus, of course, seemed extremely interested in whatever he was reading, and Hawke inched forward to pick up one of the books he wasn't currently looking at.

"Planning a trip to the moon?"

What are you doing here?

Did you just get here?

Are you sitting on my inflatable chair?!

"Well, if you say so. Guess it would be rude to turn them down, huh? Did you wanna come in for a bit?"

It's perfectly manly.

Upon reaching the cafeteria, he was relieved to find that the coast was clear. Nancy was nice and all, but Brock wasn't sure it would be a good idea to get caught filching baking ingredients by a giant Ursaring with a laser eye.

Just because there was no one in the cafeteria, however, didn't mean the kitchen was similarly deserted. Brock creaked open the door and scurried inside only to find he was not alone.

"Oh, um."

This was sort of awkward.

"I wouldn't be offended. I mean, there are people who don't like sweets." Brock was generally one of those people who would be hard-pressed to be offended by anything.

And he wasn't going to turn down an invitation to hang with a potential bro. "Oh, um. Sure. You're not in the middle of anything, are you?"

Awkward indeed. Blacky suspected she looked very undignified clutching a jar of sugar, spoon in hand and mouth full. Then again, this was the guy who was literally caught with his pants down so he wasn't in much of a place to judge.

"...Hello," she said at last, a few grains of sugar flying out of her mouth. Gross. She took a moment to wash it down with a sip of water from a glass of convenience.

"I, ah... Am I in the way for something?" Since she was only in the way whenever she watched Bulba cook, and what else would anybody be in the kitchen for?

No doubt she caught Pit's eye along the way. He stopped his rush with Lash and piped, "Hey, Blaze! Do you want to play with us?" How did he know her name? Well, she had been here before, but she didn't seem to remember ever coming here. On rare occasions, that happened to people, and Pit hated it, but to avoid excessively confusing or shocking those who had forgotten, Pit learned to play it low.

She probably wouldn't join in without a lot of coercion, if she was the same as she had always been. That's okay! He could try and try again.

Well. This was kind of special. This was the dead lady that liked his Skitty boxers.

"Uh, no. I was just..."

Awkward.

"Looking for the..." His eyes traveled to Blacky's current snack. "Sugar."

"...Oh."

She looked down into the jar.

She looked at Brock.

There was something very ominous in her eyes.

"...You did not need very much, did you?"

"Nah, nothing important. Just wasting time, really."

Fox stepped out of the door way so cookie man could enter.

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What time is it? DORM LOG TIME.

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BW-01 Ashley and Milimili (HAUNTED)

AE-03 ZELDA AND KRYSTAL

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