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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[Rhys just stands there. Things just got all kinds of awkward.]

~~Umbreons have nine lives don't they oh wait those are cats nevermind [and then he dropped the knife and walked away, holding his arms above his head]~~

[He looks to the knife. Then to Blacky. Then the knife again... and he bites his lip uncertainly, fiddling with the it. Rhys, being indisposed to picking up sharp objects, grabs it wrong and shrieks, dropping it on the floor between them. He was about to say no, too!]

Ah-! My hand! [He stares at it in frantic horror. OOPS...]

[Oh, so that's what normal blood looks like. Blacky picks up the knife properly and inspects it.]

You aren't very good at this, are you?

[Rhys cradles his fingers in his other hand and gives her an apologetic face.]

I.. I wasn't trying to kill you, honest! I just happened to notice it sticking out of your door, so I pulled it out. It looked pretty ghastly just hanging there, you know? [He laughs sheepishly.]

...Why would I ever want to kill you! What a dreadful thought!

~~Gastly? No, I'm a Misdreavus. [BA-DUM-TISH]~~

Hmm. [She leans over to peek around the door. Yep, there is definitely a mark in it.] Perhaps you don't, but someone must want to. It seems like a warning of some sort, but... was there no note attached?

No, there wasn't a note or anything. Just a knife. I can't tell what's creepier; a knife with a note or a knife without...

You didn't make anyone mad lately, did you?

It's possible. I haven't tried to on purpose, but there are a lot of social norms I seem not to grasp.

[She doesn't seem too bothered by it. Just midway between confused and amused.] Whoever it is must not realize I'm already dead.

[Rhys seems surprised!] You're... already dead? Wh-

[Well, there HAD been a memorial, but it never occurred to him that she had actually died. Rhys was always out of the loop. He was under the impression that maybe her death was mistaken and that she came back with a head injury that made her forget almost everything about her life... and maybe a change of style to match the change of pace. Hair dye? If she was dead, right now, then how could she be standing here? She didn't look like a ghost...]

What time is it? DORM LOG TIME.

GOOD BECAUSE I PULLED IT OUT OF MY ASS

Ew Rhys don't touch that poopy knife

What!!!! girls don't poop!!!

ANGELA ISN'T A GIRL

Oh.

Re: Oh.

Re: Oh.