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That's where you wanna go to get away from it all...

Who: WHOEVER
What: A FABULOUS ISLAND VACATION
Where: TIKI ISLAND
When: July 22nd-~~July 29th~~ August 5th
Warnings: SHENANIGANS

Ah, the simple pleasures of sun, sand, sea and sky.

After a rather uneventful plane ride, the collective staff and students of the Academy find themselves on a quaint tropical island resort, to commence what should prove to be a very relaxing and well-deserved break before classes resume.

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Everyone is swiftly brought to the resort proper, a straw-and-bamboo complex that will be home for the weeks. Though slightly archaic-looking, the hotel is surprisingly modern, with all the amenities of a luxury hotel.

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Hang at the tiki bar! Enjoy delicious island food and drink. Chill at the pool or the beach. There are even tiki golf carts to get you around in style. Then, when you're tired, head back to your room and crash.

Should you choose to explore the jungles that surround the resort, you'll soon find the remnants of some kind of ancient civilization. Rumors abound at the hotel of unfathomable treasure...and of terrible curses.

But they're probably just rumors. Right?

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Hello and welcome to a Very Fabulous Smash Academy Island Vacation! Please use this log as a hotel hub for meetings and general interaction! When you start a thread, remember to put a location/description/date or time in the subject line, and link when you thread-hop.

Beyond this, you are encouraged to make your own journal posts (the hotel has internet for logging onto the school network, of course) and logs (be sure to tag them with *event - island vacation). Should you decide to log some cursed temple adventures, please be warned you might be surprised by a mod-type NPC. Additionally, if you would like this mysterious NPC anywhere, just poke a mod and we'll take care of it for you. Curses and treasures can, of course, be anything you'd like them to be! Refer to the original event post for more details.

As always, let a mod know if you have any questions. Happy vacationing!

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What. Is that smell.

Oh god what is that smell

Vinnie knew what that smell was

Vinnie dreaded what that smell was

Suddenly, in your little clearing in the forest or wherever it is that you were at, a man walks through the foliage.

A large man. A large man wearing no shirt. A large man wearing no shirt, covered in tattoos. A large man wearing no shirt, covered in tattoos and with vivid green hair.

"Oh, hey," said Max. "Thought I'd find you here. I think I can smell you better now."

Meanwhile Vinnie looked like he just wanted to perish, instantaneously, on the spot. Max smelled like a garden growing in a weightroom. Sweatflowers. That's what the aroma was.

"...Fuck."

Max looks confused. "You ain't happy I'm a venusaur? Thought you'd be happy to have another one around."

"You," he pointed at Max, visibly annoyed, "are not a Venusaur. You're a guy who's been turned into a Venusaur. And now M's a Bulbasaur, and he's freaking the hell out, and this needs to be fucking fixed."

Edited 2011-07-24 23:45 (UTC)

"You ain't been goin' to this place long enough, have you? This sorta thing happens all the time. Give it a week, it'll wear off. If Marie's still a bulbasaur and I'm a venusaur in two weeks, then you should worried," said Max, now looking sort of grumpy.

"The last time I turned into something, I ended up turning dead, too." ~~Hello cursed pool of the drowned ghost.~~ Yes, every time he began to think the school wasn't too bad, something weird ended up happening again. This didn't exactly tickle Vinnie, even if he spontaneously knew 2 more Saurs than he did before.

"Just cuz everything turns normal in a week doesn't mean this isn't fucking annoying!"

"You don't go to war with the army you want, you go to war with the army you've got," said Max. "It happened to me and Marie. We're just gonna have to deal with it. I don't plan on endin' up dead. Marie don't, neither. Short of the Marie of jumpin' in every puddle of water lookin' for the one that turns you into a squirtle and get turned into eighty other things, I don't know how Marie's gonna go back but to just wait it out. He went off to go find you, did he do it? He sorta ran off before I could do anything about it. He's quicker'n me."

He's quicker than you because he's timid. Looking at you, Max, you were probably... adamant, or something. Do you suddenly like spicy foods more than you did before?

"Yeah, he found me." Vinnie crossed his arms, still fuming a bit, but trying to reel in the hostility. "And I have to deal with it too. He's my responsibility now that Red's not here, I'm supposed to look out for him!"

Except he had no clue what to do other than jump in every pool. Fuck.

Max likes every food, Vinnie. Every single one.

Though he is feeling strangely in the mood for tacos. And chili.

"Well, yeah. You're a venusaur. It's either you or Bulba who's gotta show him how to be a bulbasaur. Who else is gonna do it?"

There's something unsaid in there, Vinnie. Something Max doesn't want to say.

Vinnie really disliked when Max was right, but Max was... kind of right. Was it worth freaking out over fixing something that would, most likely fix itself after a week anyway, or would this energy be better spent trying to help Marie cope with the particulars of his bulbous body so that nothing terrible and deathly happened until then?

Not that the latter would be so easy, considering Marie seemed to be pretty annoyed at him recently. But at least it was something, and didn't require testing haunted bodies of water.

It didn't really cross Vinnie's mind that Max could possibly be making a reference to himself at all, since... well, the guy was a Bulbasaur before, wasn't he? He was probably used to this thing.

"Fine. Whatever, you're right." In a huff, Vinnie, turned around about to leave. "I'm gonna find M."

"Wait," said Max. "Uh."

He paused.

Max isn't good at admitting that he doesn't know how to do things. Unless it's Book Learnin' because he'll just tell you he'd not made for that.

"I thought."

Another pause.

"Listen the reason I went lookin' for you."

Pause.

"You know."

Oh, this is helpful, Max.

It was really not helpful at all, because Vinnie just turned around with the blankest look on his face. What, did you want him to run laps or something now?

"No, I don't know," he told him dryly. "What is it."

"I thought maybe you could show me how to be a good venusaur," said Max in a smaller-than-usual voice while looking like the king of grumpy men. "Since I ain't a real one. Like you said."

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO SAY THAT.

Vinnie stared some more, expression incredulous. For some reason the words coming out of Max's mouth didn't make sense to him. How. Why would he what. Max?

"Does it matter? You said it yourself, you're only gonna be like that for a week."

"I wanna get it right," Max answered. "Don't matter if it's only for a week. How'm I gonna live with myself if I don't try my best?"

"I dunno." He shrugged, ambivalent. Making the most of the experience really didn't seem like that big a deal to Vinnie. "Can't be that different from being a Bulbasaur t'you.

"...You need more sun, though."

Edited 2011-07-25 04:02 (UTC)

VINNIE YOU ARE NOT MAKING THIS EASY ON HIM.

Max grunts. Or groans. It's a sound that doesn't sound happy. "Bulbasaurs are little guys... Venusaurs are supposed to be leaders, ain't they? I don't mean 'how do I use vine whip and not wear a shirt' I mean... you know. How do I be a good venusaur. I show you how to be a good soldier, right? And part of that's attitude and drive. How do I be a good venusaur. Like that."

Vinnie paused for a moment to digest this. If this was what Max wanted from him, he wasn't sure if he was even qualified to teach. He wasn't exactly the most stellar example of a Venusaur out there. All he knew about the job was learned from memories of his dad.

But despite all that, Max, for some reason, felt like he needed him. And Vinnie was the only other Venusaur around to do the job. Who was he to let self-doubt deny Max?

He sighed. "Well I guess you got the right idea t'start." What was he even doing, he was going to regret this. "Siddown."

Max is a willing student. But a bit thick. Be gentle.

Max sat down Indian style. "Alright. I appreciate it."

Vinnie rubbed his chin, wondering where exactly to start. It was like botany class, but instead of learning about plants, it was how to be one.

"Change back first," he began. "Let's see your flower."

"Oh, uh, okay," said Max. "Shouldn't've had me sit down. Need to take my pants off."

Max is oldschool. He learned how to gijinka from a blastoise who had to take his clothes off between alterations, or else they'd just end up ripped off.

Max stood up and turned around and for the first time you probably get a good view of his back tattoo.

And then, should you wish to see it, you have a clear view of Max's ass. It's nothing you haven't seen in the gym showers, however. He, at the very least, is considerate enough to not give you an eyefull of his crotch.

There's a puff of white smoke.

And when the smoke clears, there's an eight and a half foot tall venusaur that weighs like 400 pounds turned away from you. He manages to very carefully stomp his away around to face you now.

Firstly, Vinnie had never seen a Pokemon that didn't transform with their clothes. Secondly, that was an insane tattoo. As expansive as Vinnie's own was, half of that was actual ink, not something that came with human skin automatically.

Thirdly, it was not Venusaurly possible to be that large. What the hell. Like human like Pokemon, really, but this was ridiculous.

Vinnie just. He couldn't say anything for a moment. He just stared openly, slack jawed.

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