Did someone order a DORM LOG??

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Who: You, you, you, and you
What: Dorm hijinks and etc. Whatever you want.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond. Whatever happens happens, bro!
When: September 9 - September 25
Warnings: I wrote 'hijinks'. That should explain everything.

Ripped off the last one and all its friends: Basically, here's what's goin down. We all know our characters experience downtime after classes and their busy schedules, and this is a good venue 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. It's easy!

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. Break out the board games for a late night full of laughter, losing, cheating and bonding! Swipe the janitor's keys and gain access to all the impassable places your wildest dreams could only reach! Tiptoe quietly to the kitchen downstairs and make a midnight snack with all your friends! Drive all your neighbors to madness with your ceaseless My Little Ponyta marathons! Get in fisticuffs with your best worst lifelong rival on the rooftops at 4! It can all be yours if you make a thread. So have at it! Don't let this log get away untagged.

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VIEW FROM SECURITY CAMERAS, EVERYDAY

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Goose is in the security guard office, watching all of campus on his monitors to watch for any suspicious activity. You know, his job.

What horrors will he find?!]

[[ consider this like a mini-security log in a log. SORT OF. because i've missed those. :c ]]

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Well, Wario was back. Oh joy of a thousand joys. His WarioWare company was on the fritz, as half of his staff left. Of course, it wasn't his fault that the company was all Wario's idea and he deserved the money. But, that's fine. He had "teaching" to fall back on. Of course, he knew he wouldn't do any of the work, but hey, it was money, right?

So he was back on campus, wandering the area and looking for his dorm. He had no idea that a security camera was probably watching him, so he pulled out a clove of garlic and happily munched on it. Ah, sweet bliss. Nothing tasted so good.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a face he sure hadn't seen in a long time. Goose had to blink for a minute to see if he was just seeing things, but nope. There's Wario, and he remembers him. He remembers that very... very garlic-smelling guy, once turned into a kid when he was, during which they built badass sandcastles. They were very badass.

That was in the past, though. It's time to focus on the present. He slipped into the hallway and traversed to where he last saw him.

"Heeeeeeeeey?"

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Wario turned at that voice. It was... that pilot guy. The guy who built sandcastles with him when they had been turned into kids. He remembered this guy not being too bad, so good, at least he came back to campus with a familiar face he didn't hate.

"Uh... Hey! It's... you!" Of course, Wario couldn't remember the guy's name.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, there he is, and he recognized him! ... Sort of! Maybe! Who knows!

Goose approached, but only slightly. He wasn't about to get close enough to take a whiff of... oh, never mind, he could smell Wario anyway. Gross.

"It's Goose. Y'know, that guy who builds the best damn sandcastles on any beach. Remeeeeeember?"

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Wario laughed at Goose's assertion. The garlic fumes emanated from his mouth as he laughed, and he went up to Goose and slapped him on the back. He was probably uncomfortable with that, due to his halitosis.

"Ha ha, of course I remember! Except you're wrong; I'm the guy who builds the best damned sandcastles anywhere."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Oh that. That is gross. Oh god garlic breath. That smelled horrifying.

Regardless, he forced a confident smirk. It definitely looked forced. Goose hates garlic smell, okay? Okay.

"Reeeeeeally? Is that... a challenge?"

He had to hold back a gag.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Poor, poor Goose. Wario was completely oblivious to the smell of his rancid breath, and if told, he would probably shove them off. So Goose unfortunately had to put up with Wario's garlic-eating habits if he stuck around.

"Well, if you want it to be, then yeah! It's on!"

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Oh. It is so on.

Goose gave him a thumbs-up. "Stadium. Right now. Stage changed to my home turf. Think you can handle it?"

He's betting that he can't.

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[thedesertrose]

She needed a new bow. Not that there was anything wrong with the bow she had, but it was the same bow she'd been using for two years and she wanted something a little more like the one Shinon had gotten. A trip into the city and she'd returned victorious. A nice elegant bow later and she was anxious to try it out.

Of course they had an archery range, but what was the fun of using it for what it was for? Instead, Nabooru was making it a habit to shoot everything on campus with the Smash Academy logo. It was like target practise.

short, but to the point uwu(\

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Goose saw what Nabs was doing.

He approved. Thus, he laughed.

... right into the PA. Oops.

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[thedesertrose]

She blinked when she heard him, but she knew very well that she heard him. Nice thing about being such good friends was when she could recognise the voice. She lowered her bow and looked around curiously.

"...Goose?"

Not that she knew if his video feed for the security cameras also picked up audio as well.

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[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Oh, that... went into the PA system. Well, that. That was great. Except not.

Thankfully, Smash has pretty high tech for anything, and this includes the cameras. He heard her, alright, and replied. Through the PA system. Again. Classy.

"... Eheh. S'up, Nabs?"

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[thedesertrose]

There he went, all over the PA speakers again. She was still unsure of where the nearest one to her was until she tried focusing on the direction the sound came from - which wasn't easy. She held her bow in her left hand, squinted, and gave her surroundings a serious analysis, but she still hadn't been able to find the direct source.

"S'up, yourself," she greeted with a smile. "What do you think of my new toy? Are you enjoying watching me play with it?" She lifted her bow proudly and waved it carefully back and forth.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Sure enough," he responded with a nod, despite the fact that Nabooru obviously can't see him. Goose didn't honestly care, though. He does what he wants to, okay? Okay. Deal.

"What you're doing with it's what I'm enjoyin' the most. Think the Headmaster's gonna roll with it?"

Oh, who is he kidding? Master Hand has Goose as a guard. Of course it'll slide. Somehow.

[thedesertrose]

Nabooru laughed, finally giving up for the time being. Then she reached for another arrow and shot it into the sky with good marksmanship. Where it landed she didn't know. And somewhere on the other side of the campus, it fell and struck Byrne in the ponytail.

"Well, it's not like I'm using the kids as target practise," she mentioned with a bit of a grin. "I could always do that instead, if you want something a little more challenging."

[dothelokomotion.livejournal.com]

All of a sudden, Byrne felt something his his ponytail and he said "Ow my hair."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Goose snorted. "This place is a fighting school, so... shit. Might as well teach some kids how to defend from the unexpected."

He leaned over and fiddled with the mic, probably winding up in some static-y noises to come out before he spoke again. "Besides, better you than Crazy Hand decidin', hey, y'know what? Let's sic orange ninjas with tangerine... spinny ninja stars at them."

Shuriken, Goose. Shuriken.

TOUCH FUZZY GET DIZZY ON CAMERA

[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

Leon just received a crate of Fuzzies for one of his Zoology assignments. They were in a special crate and had to be specially handled or they will disappear and die.

Anyway, this crate was on a cart that Leon was pushing to his office, but stopped at the Science wing lobby.

The curiosity was killing him. It's been years since this was last used in a class.

He...

He had to touch one!

POOFH

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[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Oh, Goose had seen one of those once, and HOLY SHIT HE IS TOUCHING IT.

His voice rang out immediately from the PA speakers.

"What, what, WHAT are you doing?"

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[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

Leon had already collapsed against the nearest wall. The world was spinning! SPINNING.

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[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"...

WAKE THE HELL UP."

Maybe that will work.

... Goose was inwardly apologizing to anyone who unnecessarily heard that for once.

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[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

"I'M NOT ASLEEP, FUNKASS, I'M JUST DISFORIENTED"

Leon was yelling at an anatomy mannikin.

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[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"... Very."

Goose couldn't help but laugh. Time to be a total troll. Again.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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[shootmedown.livejournal.com]

"I'm not drunk, you cocky juggalo bastard!"

W-where did that come from? The manikin was such a swirl of colors everytime Leon's head swayed that it looks like it was being a clown.