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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Snake made a lot of enemies. [Samus draws her attention to her gun for a brief moment, cocking the slide on the barrel so it makes that satisfying ch-click sound, despite the fact her gun uses no ammo of any sort.]

Who's Saladin?

Snake is a soldier. So long as our will is not our own, that is our fate.

[Cocking the barrel when it was so utterly unnecessary was an obvious display on Samus's part. Wolf, on the other hand, lowered her gun, her expression going contemplative. If this woman wished for a story, then the sniper was not one to withhold what was already past. It seemed like Snake had already revealed enough that these old secrets no longer mattered.]

This is what Saladin wished to change. The legendary soldier... another Snake, as it were.

Big Boss...

[So that confirms her half-suspicions... The same man who David had to destroy, the same Father who didn't want him somehow invoked such respect from others. Samus had seen that look in Wolf's eye; it was the same as when Miller spoke of the man. It was complete respect. With all that Samus had learned, even with large pieces of the puzzle still missing, she begins to find it difficult whom to label as the "bad" Snake. It manifests as an exhalation of breath.]

[Wolf nodded, watching the other woman's face closely as she absorbed this knowledge.]

Yes. He was much like the Saladin of my people. As a girl I gave him this name - the paragon warrior-king, who led us in the Crusades.

It was for him that I took up this gun. I remain in his debt, still.

[Samus stared at the other woman, deliberating her questions carefully as she had many.]

...Who started the Metal Gear projects?

[Wolf's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. If Samus knew about the Metal Gears, then she had to know about the REX on campus, no? Liquid had mentioned that she had been poking her nose about where it didn't belong.

But trust was a hard thing to earn if no gesture was made in return. And maybe, Samus's curiosity would prove helpful to them in the longer run. So long as she did not speak of Liquid again, or anything of their current plans.]

Saladin had commissioned a Metal Gear, but I do not know if it was the first of its kind. I was too young.

The details of this weapon does not matter - what was needed was a technology to threaten the World Government to compliance. It is always the same with revolutionaries. Leverage and power.

[There's a soft growl, as if Samus is familiar with the notion and it leaves a nasty taste in the back of her throat. Here... space... these things really just don't change anywhere, do they?]

So everyone was scrambling to get their hands on a model... or at least have control over one.

[Like Liquid who is thankfully not here. RIGHT.]

[Yeah Liquid is totally not here.]

Or eliminate it. The destruction of a thing is a power of its own.

[Wolf tucked an errant strand of green hair behind her ear as she watched Samus. It was only fair to allow the sniper to ask a few questions of her own now.]

Why such an interest? Surely the Metal Gears are nothing compared to the technology of the stars.

No. [A pause. This is less of a conversation as it is an exchange of information. You get what you give, though Samus is carefully considering her words.] Walking nukes would be considered archaic what-were-you-thinking technology where I'm from... but this isn't space, and the power of Metal Gear is something I have experience with. [Samus would regale Wolf with tales of how she totally blew out REX's legs two years ago during the Aparoid War all by herself ~~and then went for a joyride in it that summer~~... but that is better left to memory. It's not something to be underestimated in her book.]

As is the hypocrisy and misuse that comes with such power. [It is a cold statement, as if her relations to the weapon carry very personal undertones.]

Aran, you speak like a Metal Gear resides here, ready to threaten this city.

[Wolf smiled with an air of knowingness about her. This was a game, of sorts - where the winner had to obtain the most information while still keeping their most secret cards close to their chest - and that smile was something of a chiding. After all, REX's presence in FDC wasn't something that Wolf, or anyone really, was supposed to know. Was this something you were prepared to reveal, Samus?]

But surely there must be power enough here in the school to rival it. After all, there are humans with magic, students with powers like the jinn, and minds capable of creating things beyond even the Metal Gear.

What would you do if faced with one?

[Indeed, a game. There was the thrill of a hunt; be it a physical body or information to something more. One Samus would likely be as daring with as she was with any other challenge presented to her. She knew an awful lot, and she kept her stare fixed on the other woman as if she were another red and white target.]

You have before, haven't you?

What time is it? DORM LOG TIME.

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