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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[~~You see the mysterious Justin Baileybot sitting at the desk.~~ Oh hello. A Char. Samus is indeed engrossed in papers but lifts her head to stare at the intruder.]

[~~BAILEEEEYYYY~~ Char pulls up a chair and makes himself at home.]

You looked like you needed a distraction.

[Translation: I am literally only here because I felt like being annoying. Lucky you.]

[She never needs a distraction YOU ARE DISTRACTING HER WITH YOUR DISTRACTING WAYS.] Oh. Is that all?

[So she's going to play hardball and give you a hard stare... and go back to grading papers. May of them are graced with .]

[Gosh I wonder whose papers those are. Char's just gonna go to the pile of already-graded papers and start shuffling through them. Let's see how everyone else is doing and mock them for being eggheads/idiots/getting average marks.]

I can tell you ain't gone on a lot of dates; you sure ain't much of a conversationalist, Biomech.

[Samus frowns and swats his hand with the paper she is currently holding. NO TOUCH PAPERS THAT ARE NOT YOURS.]

The conversational topics of my dates are none of your business.

I don't see why not. I mean, we've practically been on a bunch of dates already.

In your delusional mind.

I brought you dead animals, Biomech. In the Charizard kingdom, we're practically engaged.

[Paper time.] It tasted like shit, just FYI. [Never you mind she ate everything.]

Ain't my problem humans are picky eaters. If you'd been out in the wild, you woulda given your left tit to have some guy bringin' you fresh kills.

[A hard stare.] Did it ever cross your mind how I knew so much about those war wasps?

[Have a not-so-hard stare back.] What, you eaten them before?

Maybe. [Are you curious now, Char.]

[Mostly just very puzzled that a human would deign to eat something that is ugly and weird and also a giant insect.] ...What do they taste like?

About as pungent and tangy as the jelly they shit out. Tallon IV doesn't have any restaurants on it, and I was there for a while.

Your turn. [She so points at him with the end of her red pen.] Worst thing you ever ate.

[Oh. Sour bug juice. Boy that sounds delicious.]

That's gonna be a hell of a list, Biomech. I had some pretty desperate years.

[But waaaait a minute. Something's up, here.]

...When were you on Tallon IV? Ain't that in space?

[A nod. SURPRISE.] So you were paying attention after all.

[She will perhaps consider elaborating how long ago that was if this exchange of information continues to be mutual.]

Let's hear your list first.

[Cool and mysterious tales of adventures in space in exchange for a list of gross things a starving Charmander put into his mouth. Somehow, Char gets the feeling he's getting the better deal, here.]

Let's see... I scavenged my fair share of carrion. Thnk the most far gone was a Paras that'd been dead so long it wasn't much more than a dried-out husk with some shrivelled-ass mushrooms on it. I've done leftovers outta the trash, grass, pine cones, beetles, pond weeds, took a bite of Gloom flower once - don't ever do that, they stink like ass and they're poison. I think my worst was tryin' to scrape moss off rocks.

[Samus thinks she is getting the better deal here, and she notes every horrible thing that is coming out of his mouth that he once tried or did put in his mouth. Mushrooms, garbage pine cones what, poisonous flowers and moss.]

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[Samus is very good at keeping her poker-face, you see. Except after a few moments of silence as it all sinks in, there is a definite snort. A curl of her lips.]

[No, no. Poker-face.]

[Another snort. She's smiling, what is this madness?]

[Wait what is Biomech smiling? Did her face just break or something? Char is not sure whether he should be more amazed at that or annoyed that she's smiling because she finds the "don'tcha put it in your mouth" list funny.]

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Ain't like I could just go order a pizza or nothin' back then, alright?

This must of been long before you came here, right? [I know, a smile just looks so unnatural on her. Enjoy it while you can because it's going to fade back into her usual serious business expression as she will oblige him with her answer.]

For me, Tallon IV was fifteen years ago. [She pauses and looks thoughtful for a moment, as if reconsidering her calculations.] Give or take a year. I was twenty one at the time.

Kinda hard to keep track of the calendar when you're in the wild, but it started when I was... I dunno, five or six?

[That mental math is too hard to bother with, you see, so enjoy that rough esitmate. It is not, however, too hard to deal with this mental math:]

Wait, you're thirty-six?

[Chayzard: focusing on the important bits.]

my favorite time

i thought that was sexy time

clearly they must be combined

hot for teacher time

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