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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"He's a what now?" Blaaank stare.

...And back to rummaging a second later. It was probably too much to hope for that he'd stumble onto a hidden diary or a secret stash of super-embarrassing clown porn or something, but it couldn't be that hard to find a decent hiding spot for a gross messy dead thing. He did spare a second's glance to address Sonny Moe's questions, at least.

"To shut you up, mostly. You really even gotta ask?"

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"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?"

No meat. As someone who had only inched closer and closer to all-out total carnivore with each evolution, Char could hardly fathom that. It couldn't have been because he was a herbivore - Bulba ate meat, after all. Moral reasons? He didn't see how a half-plant would rank eating animals as more cruel than eating plants. Clearly, it must just have been because Vinnie was a soulless abomination who hated everything good and wonderful. Clearly.

"Use your brains, Gravy Train. I ain't talkin' about regular noise. I'm talkin' about that uppity shit you guys do. If he's got some weird thing against meat, then it just works out even better when he finds this thing lyin' in his shit." He accentuated that remark by giving the ex-bunny a little shake. It was still dripping on their nice carpet. Char, that's extremely poor manners.

Oh wait, we forgot to tell you Char - he's just a vegan to piss you off. That's the whole deal.

"Uppity shit? I guess you kinda lost me on that one, Charizard. I dunno about Vinnie but I've hardly said two words to you since the whole you wanting to fight with Raikov thing. I guess I've been talking to Bulba a little bit but... nothing really uppity?" He frowned. "I really don't think you should put that in his stuff if you don't want to hear from him, Charizard. I really think you should just give me the bunny. You just got bunny-guts-juice on my socks."

He pointed out his now blood spotted socks, lying innocent and looking wounded on the carpet.

OF COURSE. It all makes so much sense.

Oh. Yeah. The Raikov incident. Char had been trying very hard not to think about that. It was kind of hard to reconcile "you took a dream away from Green I hate you all forever" with the fact that he sort of kinda owed Sonny Moe his life, and therefore really shouldn't be a giant dickbag to him.

There was a long pause while Char contemplated the bunny-juiced socks. "...You really want it that bad?"

It's all falling in to place, I know.

Sonny hadn't thought about it that much either, but only really because his waking hours were spent doing other things. Like punching Dedede in the face. He'd talked about it in the school's network chat, but only to basically tattle on Raikov to Oak. It seemed the right thing to do.

"....yeah. I mean, mostly I don't want you to mess up Vinnie's stuff. But I'll admit... I'm pretty hungry! Haha! I just woke up, kinda skimped on lunch earlier and it smells pretty good!"

In fact, I would extrapolate that a little further and hypothesize that the only reason Red Team does anything is to piss Char off. BRILLIANT FLAWLESS CHAYZARD LOGIC.

"...You know it's raw, right? Like, I just killed it a few minutes ago." Which sounded plenty appetizing to Char, but this was a member of Red's team, after all. They didn't exactly project a wild, rough image. When he'd tried to imagine them surviving up in the cold, inhospitable environment of Mt. Silver, he didn't picture long, hard battles to take down the wild Ursaring and skin and eat them. He pictured them trying to order a pizza every day.

YOU'VE CRACKED THE CASE SHERLOCK CHAYZARD!

"Well, Char, I can kinda see and smell that." Sonny replied, looking a little confused. "You DO know I lived in the wild for a long time, right? Snorlax' don't really hunt much, but we do eat meat where we can get it and there aren't many deep fryers or microwaves up in the mountains."

He thought on that for a moment.

"....would have been nice though."

"Yeah, but... I mean, I ain't even skinned it or nothin'."

It was, admittedly, a little hard for him to reconcile the idea of Sonny Moe still being okay with a fresh kill with Char's current image of Red Team. They were very much the boys/girls-next-door in his mind: human whenever possible, forever sparkling paragons of friendship looking down their noses at those oh-so-troublesome Charizard behaviours, spouting off weird-ass dad lectures and being perfect little heroes for the adoring public. He had been quite sure that if there had been any wild in them at some point, it had been sterilized into something more acceptable ages ago. More brilliant flawless Chayzard logic at work.

Still, this was a Snorlax he was dealing with. Maybe the hunger pangs were just more powerful than whatever boyscout powers made Red Team so... Red Team. With a resigned sigh, he gave up on rooting through Vinnie's stuff and held the rabbit out to Sonny Moe. "Fine, whatever. Just don't go thinkin' I'm doin' you any favors or nothin'."

Sonny grinned. "Yeah, yeah... You're not doing me any favors or being nice or anything. I got it. But thankyou anyway."

He took the rabbit and held it up. Oh, it was a plump little guy! He switched forms, still holding the rabbit, but turning to fish something out from under his pillow. A bottle of steak sauce.

"The fur just makes it hold the sauce better." he advised Char sagely, uncapping the bottle with his teeth, splattering on a generous portion and then dropping Bugs down the hatch. "Never seen a bottle of A1 in the mountains either but wow... it's so good!" he said inbetween chews. "Euphie especially woulda liked this."

"Think I give any amount of fucks about that stupid housepet?" Char snapped irritably. "I ain't here for small talk about more people I can't fuckin' stand, and I ain't slingin' my leftovers your way as some kind of peace offerin'. I just..." Augh. Stupid Sonny Moe and his stupid... Sonny... Moe-ness.

"I don't like havin' debts to nobody. Especially not my enemies." One little bunny didn't exactly make them even in Char's mind, admittedly, but it was at least a start in paying back the tremendous debt he owed.

"....Charizard..."

Sonny swallowed the remains of the rabbit and stifled a small belch against the back of his paw. He wasn't quite sure how to reply to that, considering pretty much anything he might say would probably piss Charizard off even more.

....then again if anything he might say was just going to annoy the Lizard further, then why bother mincing words?

"Look, I've never considered it as you owing me anything. You say we're enemies, I say we're rivals. As much as we might fight and get on each others cases and as much as you might hate me and everything I love, I never wanted to see you DEAD. That's all. I love to beat you in matches, but that was no match... it was just WRONG."

Surprisingly, that did not actually piss Char off even more. That incident had been rearing its head again recently, and the whole way it had been handled had left a bad taste in Char's mouth. As hyper-defensive as Char tended to get at the slightest hint of being pitied, it was almost welcome to have someone else on his side.

"'Least somebody thinks so. You know how Oak's been askin' around about Raikov? The dude went and called me out for a talk about how it was my fault for name-callin'."

"....well, that's stupid." Sonny Moe replied, his frown deepening. He scratched at his ear with his claws and shook his head. "No matter what you called him, he shouldn'ta done what he done. I know Oak was asking around about it - I was the one who brought it up to him on that school chat thing that you can do on the computer. Because Raikov was going to get a lisence and stuff... seemed like a bad idea, y'know?"

"He wants a license? No way he's gonna get it. I mean, even if you say that stuff with your dipshits was self-defense, I ain't never touched Raikov. Maybe Oak thinks I'm the big undisciplined animal here, but there's no way he's giving it to a dude who just about killed a Pokemon, right?"

"I don't think he'll get one either." Sonny Moe replied, shaking his head. "He seemed to be pretty nice to Amp, but then, Pikachu are easy to care for, y'know? Imagine if he ever caught a realy surly Machoke or an ornery Fearow or something and it got up in his face. He might just... yeah."

A small shudder. He'd had conversations about Amp's care with Raikov before now and he genuinely believed that Rikov wished no harm on the Pikachu. But Amp was sweet, naive and agreeable. Not all Pokemon were geared like that.

"Maybe it'll all work out. He'll go catch a Rhyhorn or somethin', and it'll bite his nuts off. Everybody wins."

Really, though, Char had to admit Sonny Moe had a point. Raikov had discussed his little pet with Char before, and his arguments had always been something along the lines of "I keep her because she knows her place". What would happen if he wound up picking something whose obedience didn't come without work?

"Hehehe! I don't think those are the kinda Stones Rhyhorn like to snack on, but ya never know."

Sonny was thinking along the same lines. When he'd joined Red Team, his own allegiance was gained through not only food, but the level of respect shown him. If he was just expected to toe the line and do as he was told, he wouldn't have adjusted to that well at all.

"I think he's gonna avoid owning any Charmander or Bulbasaur line Pokemon. Y'know. If he DOES get his lisence."

"We both know it's a non-issue anyhow. He ain't gettin' no license. Oak's got more brains than to put a Pokemon's life in the hands of a guy who fires on Pokemon for shit like roarin' too loud or callin' him Tinkerbell."

"Hmmm, well, being as Oak is the one giving them out and he's Green's Grandpa, you'd probably hear about what happens before I do." Sonny Moe reasoned. "He might not even want one anymore now that Amp went back to the forest and I don't think too many of the Pokemon here now are trainerless."

He couldn't think of any off of the top of his head, but he wasn't hugely familiar with the student body as yet.

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