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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[Did you hear that? That was the sound of a face palm.]

Kid, we've got a lot of work to do.

[Samus has a special brand of patience for small children however, and she debates if walking lessons or decency lessons should come first. Eventually she decides the latter, so Azelf will suddenly find himself gently and effortlessly scooped up into her ~~boobs~~ arms, bridal style.]

Let's get some pants on your legs first, then you can practice walking in them, how's that sound?

Edited 2011-05-11 21:36 (UTC)

Hey! The name's Azelf and don't you forget it!

[If there's one thing Azelf doesn't like being called, it's kid. Already Max and Goose had referred to him as such and he doesn't want anyone else following their lead. And he doesn't want any help either. Samus had already done enough for him as it is and he doesn't want to be 'spoonfed' anymore. So he squirms and fusses, trying to free himself from her hold while simultaneously making her life even more difficult than it needs to be]

Let me go! LET ME GO!!

[A very special brand of patience.]

Azelf, stoppit. [She holds him tight despite his squirming and tries to make her venture down the hallway as brisk as possible.]

Stop squirming.

Edited 2011-05-11 22:04 (UTC)

But I can walk by myself! With willpower! I don't need to be hold on to like a useless Nobody!

[Woooah woah what did he just call her? Samus stops mid-march, rolls her eyes, and gently sets him on the ground. Then she puts her hands on her hips as if to say, There, happy now?]

Okay. Show me.

I will!

[Azelf crawled his way over to the wall and placed his hand on it to help himself up and onto his own two feet. He than began to walk, if you can call it that; his legs are wobbling and he's barely keeping himself steady despite using the wall as support. But he was able to take a few minuscule steps before he fell back onto the floor]

See? I told you I can do it!

Edited 2011-05-12 01:56 (UTC)

[Samus looks unimpressed but then again that tends to be her default face... even if deep down his determination is rather admirable and she can definitely relate to a I don't need help attitude. For the time being she's going to stay near by and make sure he doesn't fall and hurt himself again. And of course...] You still need pants, though. You can't run around in just my jacket all day.

Edited 2011-05-12 02:04 (UTC)

[His standing, walking, and falling routine will continue on for a while. But at least on his 5th try he's walking a little longer than usual]

Why would I need pants if your jacket keeps me warm?

Because human culture places a lot of importance on modest amounts of anatomical exposure and you'll get in trouble if you're not covered up. [As a matter of fact.]

There's extra boy uniforms in the main office... If you can make it down the hallway.

[You lost him at anatomical exposure, but he doesn't question about it. Instead, he continues to walk and fall his way down the main office to pick up his uniform]

[She takes a few steps ahead of him to enter the main office and preemptively dig out a small boy's uniform, which she lays out on a nearby waiting chair.]

This is your next challenge.

[He stared down at the pair of clothing giving to him. What is he supposed to do with them?

He picked up the shirt, gave it a nice look-over, and hung it around his shoulders. That's how the jacket was put on, right? So that means he had succeeded in that part of the challenge, right?]

[She shook her head no. Try again.]

[Think think think... how does one put on a shirt? Maybe putting it in-between his legs and using the long sleeves to tie around his waist should do the trick]

[Nnnnnope. Samus ~~took off her shirt to show him ho--wait no~~ pointed to her own shirt, hoping he'd be able to learn by looking and emulating.]

Shirts go over your head. Try again.

[In another attempt to put on his shirt, he puts it over his head and pulls it down. Though one of his arms got stuck inside, meaning he wasn't able to put it through the sleeves. But for what it's worth, the top half of him is covered, so that should count for something]

It's... a start.

[She holds up the pants, as this is the important part to get right.]

Now pants.

[He looked down at his legs, then at the pants before giving his legs another look, only to stare at the pants once more before taking them from Samus' hands. He concluded that they're supposed to cover the bottom half of his body like the shirt did with his upper half, so it shouldn't be too hard to put it on, right? Well... it wouldn't be if Azelf had a sense of balance.

He lifts one foot up and tries to put it through the hole, only to lose his balance and fall on the floor with a thud. At this rate, he's going to have a good amount of bruises on his body. But it's all for willpower, right?]

[This is going about as well as she imagined. Since he stubbornly refused her help, and this involves sensitive parts of male anatomy she'd rather not accidentally touch, she'll just stand there and offer verbal direction.]

Try lying on your back and putting the pants on over your legs.

[Azelf was laying on his side at this point, so it was easy enough to get on his back, even more so when putting on his pants. But when he tries to zip them up... well, let's just say that something got in the zipper's way. Needless to say, it left him screaming in pain, cause seriously... that got to hurt.]

[OH MY GOD. AZELF WHAT DID YOU DO. Samus hesitates for a moment, making an equally pained expression as she deliberates on The Best Course Of Action on how to handle this... delicate situation. The course of action comes as a very sudden but deliberate movement--Samus kneels down, one knee on Azelf's chest to keep him still while her hands quickly frees him from the fierce and horrible zipper monster's teeth. In the next second she zips it up properly and snaps the button shut. Then she's off the Pokemon, looking about as upset as he probably is.]

Don't ever make me do that again.

Ooowww... [Was all he could say at the moment, as he curls up into a ball with his hands in-between his legs. The pain will go away eventually, he's sure of it. He just needs to endure for a minute or so before he can get back up on his feet]

I'm sorry...!

It's not as easy as it looks, huh?

[Slowly, he sat up and shook his head. The pain is starting to subside, so things are kinda looking up]

[~~Hopefully not that thing.~~]

You made considerable progress for your first day.

[That's kind of sort of a Samus compliment, right?]

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SORRY FOR THE EDIT I am very indecisive today apparently

It's alright

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