What time is it? DORM LOG TIME.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

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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[raced_god]

[Gosh it sure was lucky that Falcon isn't working on an extremely delicate piece of machinery or anything. That would just be terrible if his fingers slipped and the whole afternoon's work was crushed between his mighty palms.

OH WAIT he is.

There is an audible crunch sound that immediately follows the door-kicking and Falcon stares at the ruined metal in his hands, and then at Char.]

What.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[The Enchanted Ballerina strikes again. Char fails to look impressed at this mighty feat of crushy strength. He just saw Max and Knuckles crunching cars between their hands on the way here, you see.]



Explain.

[raced_god]

[What is. What. What. Where did this jersey come from.]

Where'd you get that?

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Char puts on the derpiest voice he can manage and repeats:]

Huuhhh duuhhh where'd you get that?

[It is a very astute impression don't you think]

The jersey fairy, what do you think?

[raced_god]

[Falcon is completely unamused by this very astute impression.]

I didn't order those, if that's what you're implying.

[Obviously this must be what he's implying.]

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[STARE.]

Okay, I can't tell if you're bein' sarcastic or if you really are just stupid. You really think I'd think you wanted us called the flamin' hobos?

[raced_god]

No, I think that you think that I wanted--

[Okay, wait, hold on a minute, he has to get that straight.]

I don't want to be called the Flaming Hobos. I don't know where that jersey came from. Where did it come from?

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

There weren't no return address, but let's try and use our heads, alright? The only ones here that know about it, unless you been tellin' stories, are us, Bulba, and Max. Bulba don't do pranks, and Max takes bein' captain too serious to dick around.

Now, what time of year is it?

[raced_god]

[FINE WHATEVER he'll play along.]

May. End of the school year.

[He is very astute.]

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Very.]

Right. That means seniors graduatin', right? And seniors graduatin' means senior pranks.

Now who do we know that has a graduatin' class of seniors with a good reason to prank Smash Academy's football team?

[raced_god]

[OKAY WAIT, HE'S GOT IT.]

So like, Capcom? I wouldn't put this past them.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh. He thinks. Capcom High. Might be calling them the Flaming Hobos.

This is a moment that has been many moons in the making. The entire conversation has been boiling down to this point:]

I told you so.

[raced_god]

I mean, it could be Squeenix, but they don't hate us nearly as much.

[Oh. OH WAIT he's being called out. UNACCEPTABLE.]

I'm sure they watch the news, Char.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[Oh look the Falcon impression is back again:]

Huhhhh duhhh I've got a handle on it. It was officially announced that they weren't me duuuhuuhhhhh.

[raced_god]

[This is a very good impression.]

Well, yeah, but I never said Capcom would believe it.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Yeah, real great PR work there, spin doctor. I told you we were gonna end up a laughingstock thanks to your stupid little stunt.

[raced_god]

[STARING. His racing career is okay THIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS TO HIM.]

So we'll cream them next time we play. We always do.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Great idea. We can do it while we wear our new Smash Academy Flamin' Hobo jerseys!

[Can you taste the sarcasm, Falcon? Can you?]

[raced_god]

[It tastes like guilt and shame.]

Just throw it away.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

[The official flavours of SBG.]

You know the rest of the team's gonna be wantin' an explanation for this, right?

[raced_god]

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.]

Yes, probably.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

If they ask me, then I'm tellin' the truth about your new superhero identity, Captain Hobo.

[raced_god]

Okay. Fine. Whatever.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

I'm glad we're seein' eye to eye on this.

[So glad, in fact, that he is gonna consider that particular matter discussed and move to leave. But first:]

And by the way, that Bailey friend of yours can go suck a fuck.

[raced_god]

What'd you do to him this time?

[Because obviously everything is Char's fault.]