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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[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.]

Edited 2011-05-05 07:15 (UTC)

[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.]

[Thaaaaat explains his experimental and laughably inexperienced pallet a lot more. Also, shit and damn she just gave her age away.]

...

[Technically she is not to be thirty-six for another two weeks or so. She would like to think her birthdate is still in the dark and would prefer to keep it that way, were it not for Ionia's antics last year.]

......

[CRYPTIC, VAGUE AND MYSTERIOUS, these ellipses are, which are accompanied by a I will not confirm or deny this accusation face.]

[And now it is Char's turn to poorly conceal his amusement.]

Shit, you're basically twice my age. Didn't know you liked 'em that young.

How old did you think I was? [Dangerous territory, Char. Women and their ages.]

A hell of a lot younger'n thirty-six, that's for sure. I wasn't even legal when we met.

[Okay, let's get back to the main point before Char winds up with a Faberge egg shoved up his nose.]

So what the hell were you doin' in outer space? I mean... I woulda been four years old while you were up there. Jesus.

[Orrrr not.]

[She'll take it as a disjointed sortof compliment and leave it at: Char is babies.]

I was hunting down a murderer. [How cryptic and mysterious will this story be.]

[Cryptic indeed. Looks like he may have just won a ticket to Vaguecon '11. Here, have a stare that is very clearly asking "And...?"]

[Her expression turns to that of scruentization for a few moments before she determines that Char has done his fair share of Samus secret earning. This does not mean it is any easier in shedding the proverbial armor, and it probably shows as she settles into monotone narration mode.]

A space dragon. Bigger and meaner than you. He took refuge on Tallon IV, a planet that, at the time, was being corrupted in certain areas by a dangerous substance called Phazon. The only inhabitants of the planet left for that reason, leaving behind nothing but their ruins and the indigenous beasts, like those war wasps.

Edited 2011-05-05 21:30 (UTC)

[Space has dragons. Obviously there is some embellishment going on here because it is clearly not possible for there to be a dragon bigger and meaner than Char, even if space dragons are really a thing. Well, if Bounty Hunter Biomech is really a thing, and space bees were also really a thing...]

This was some kinda bounty thing, right? Did you get him? How'd you even get there in the first place? There some kind of space taxi people can take?

...It's mostly personal.

[Space taxi hahahaa that is so adorable.]

Space taxi is expensive.

[Well it's not like you own a space car okay. Space taxi is a perfectly logical conclusion.]

Ahhh. Ex-boyfriend.

[DANGER DANGER CHAR ROBINSON, YOU HAVE ENTERED EXTREMELY TOUCHY SUBJECT TERRITORY. Her eyes narrow and her stare takes on a confrontational, dangerous one, like she may possibly deck him right through the door if another asinine comment like that comes out of his mouth.]

No.

[Whoa. Okay. Obviously it was a very bad breakup. Char might give Samus a lot of shit, but they've both got boundaries and Char actually gives enough of a shit about Biomech to respect them. This mystery dragon is obviously in Do Not Discuss Ever territory.

He is still going to jot down a mental note that Biomech might possibly have a bit of a thing for dragons???]

So you took a space taxi to Tallon IV and ate the nastiest bugs ever. You been to any other planets?

Countless.

Seriously?

[So she's a bounty hunter with some kind of beef with a space dragon who has been to tons of space planets (in space) and eaten space bees (also in space), possibly using her mysterious freaky lumberjack strength.]

...No offense, Biomech, but what the hell are you doin' teachin' at a high school?

[He is pretty sure that if he was an intergalactic super-hot buff bounty hunter, he would be off doing something actually glamorous and well-paying.]

Edited 2011-05-08 14:37 (UTC)

[She emits a grumble from the back of her throat and draws her attention back to her papers. This is a question that has been on her mind very frequently since Ionia, Jeff, and Snake (and Kyle if he had left by this thread's time) have left.]

Initially, it was because I crash landed here. I had no plans to stay once everything was repaired.

I had no one to worry about but myself, and it was easier that way...

Edited 2011-05-08 14:51 (UTC)

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