smash_logs | 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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::Oh hey look, it is Max and he has got like a thousand pounds on a bar and is doing double bicep curls::

::He'd say something but he's sort of busy right now. However, he'll grunt and nod at her. Consider yourself grunted and nodded at.::

[Hurray! Grunting and nodding and geeze those dumbbells look pretty huge. She's just going to go...punch a sandbag somewhere in the room.]

::Oh Sasha, that's not a dumbbell, that's a curl bar (http://www.emusclor.com/img/exercises/6-arnold-schwarzenegger-biceps-curl-bar.jpg). Silly girl.::

::Max is sort of, until he is done with this, stuck with looking really impressive. Yup. Real impressive guy over here.::

[I dunno Max, this sandbag punching was pretty fun.]

::Sandbags are lame, and they just break when you hit them.::

[And appear to give out free musical CDs and stickers! How can this be?! Omg, maybe she should hit all of them.

Paff.

Paff.

Okay when she has about a dozen or so stickers she returns to a bench nearby and waits for Max to be done.

There is a sticker on her good horn.]

::Eventually Max finishes with his totally manly bicep curls.::

::He carefully puts his weights back. This takes a considerable amount of time. As there are a lot of them.::

::Then he walks over to where Sasha is sitting.::

You've got a sticker on your horn.

Really?

[Oh! there is! And it appears to be a smash ball.]

Huh. Do you have any idea why hitting the sandbags does this? The sticks that is. [She holds up the dozen she has in her hands.]

I don't know. When we put them in I don't remember doin' anything to the sandbags to make them do that.

Maybe someone cast a spell on it.

[Very serious look.]

Yeah, they do that sorta thing in this place. ::shrug::

Look! I got one of you!

[It goes...on your nose.]

::Max gets crossed eyes trying to look at it::

How the heck am I a sticker?

Maybe one of the Hands made stickers using the school year photographs. Then...put them inside the punching bags to release them magically?

[THIS MAKES NO SENSE. OR IS CRAZY ENOUGH TO MAKE SENSE.]

Well. Maybe. But then where is that dog sticker from? ::Max points to a Nintendogs Shibainu sticker:: We ain't got a dog like that around here.

Maybe one of them like dogs a lot?

[It's the best theory she can come up with.]

Uh. Maybe? But that still don't explain why they give out stickers.

Maybe not, but it's a nice surprise.

...you should try punching one.

Yeah well, I guess if you want I could hit one a couple times.

::Max walks up to one of the sandbags slowly. He wipes his forehead with a sweat towel that's been on his shoulder the entire time he's been talking to Sasha.::

::He pulls his arm slowly back. He then punches the bag forcefully.::

::Like twenty stickers explode out of the bag somehow. Some of them get stuck to Max's chest/hair/shorts::

[OMG this is like Sticker Christmas. Sasha manages to catch one of them (a bunny), but she can't help but giggle at the few that have landed on Max.]

Oh! Isn't that Space Moltres (Falcon)? And that's Crossfire Guy (Hawke)! And Jake (Jake)!

::Max stares at what has appeared on him::

Who? Who is Space Moltres and Crossfire and Jake?

[She points to the Falcon stick.] Space Moltres.

[She points to Hawke] Crossfire Guy.

[She points to Jake.] Jake.

::Max has a sticker of Hawke on him::

WHY DO I GOT A STICKER OF HAWKE ON ME?

::This is the worst thing.::

[Sasha just laughs.]

You can give it to me, if you want!

::Max takes it off and rips it in two::

Nobody needs that.

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