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Did someone order a DORM LOG??

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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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.

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?"

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."

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.

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!"

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.

A challenge. Right now. Wario hadn't been exactly expecting that, but he didn't particularly care either way.

"Of course I can handle it. Let's DO THIS."

He was Wario, and he was gonna WIN.

"Fine, fine. I'll see ya there."

Goose headed off in the direction of the Stadium. With Birdman wings, he easily got there within a minute or two and changed the Stadium stage to very closely resemble Holiday Island, just smaller. The beach, however, was exceptionally bigger to allow for sufficient Sandcastle Challenges of Awesome and Garlic.

And so he waited, sitting down in the sand and splashing some water on it to prep it.

Wario trudged off in the direction that Goose headed, but he was exceptionally slower due to both his girth and the fact that he lacked wings.

So maybe about ten minutes later, Wario showed up at the Stadium to find a beautiful scaled-down vacation island with plenty of sand to spare.

"Ha! Lots of sand to build lots of sandcastles! I like this!"

He should have brought his bathing cap.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious. Sure didn't know that yet."

Goose snickered and patted a spot next to him in the sand.

"C'mon, or I'm gonna get started without you. You like the island?"

He's very proud of his homeland.

Wario did like the island. It was a nice place and he could easily see himself relaxing by the beach on a hammock with a pina colada served in a coconut shell.

"Yeah I like the island! I want to set up my summer home here!"

Well, if only Wario had a summer home. Or money to afford one. Truth be told, he probably did have plenty of money, but the thought of spending it would break him.

Wario took a seat next to Goose where he had motioned. "All right!" he shouted, "Let's get this thing started!"

And so, he began clumping up some sand.

Goose couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Shit. Well then," Goose began, taking some sand and shoving it together. He began to pat it into a square and work around it to turn it into a cylinder. He'd make this amazing.

"I can always give you directions. It's Holiday Island. Ever heard of the place? I lived there all my life."

Wario worked up some of the wet sand into some clumps, forming a couple of small rectangular pillars. Hmm... no, that wouldn't work. He had to form some sort of a base first. So, he scrapped it and and started over, forming a couple larger squares.

"Holiday Island?" he answered, "Never heard of the place. Sounds fancy, though." And if it looked anything like Goose's simulation, it was fancy. And Goose was pretty damned lucky to claim that as his hometown.

Not bad, Wario, but Goose has a trick for this. He forms yet another cylinder. Both are very short by now, no more than an inch tall, and formed into a perfect square formation. He then gets some nearby washed up driftwood he collected while Wario was heading here and piled it up between the pillars to fill in that 'square'. That inside was then going to be topped with the sand that would make the base of the castle.

"It sure is. It's just like this, if not better. Got a big ol' castle, amusement parks everywhere, a village, some kinda crazy day and night folklore," cough- the cave- cough- "and just... kinda crazy stuff all over. You might like it."

Wario listened intently to Goose's description of Holiday Island as he continued sculpting the base of his castle. He was not as savvy as Goose was, although he would never admit that. However, Goose had grown up near a beach, and Wario had not, so that was one rationalization.

Wario had built four evenly-spaced squares to use as the corner pillars of the castle, so now he was going to fill in the outer walls.

"Hmm... an amusement park, you say?" An amusement park meant lots of people willing to spend money. So, therefore, if Wario set up his business there, then he could make a ton of money! It was perfect! It was the ideal place to live. Beautiful scenery, fun things to do, and most of all, paying customers.

Goose snorted. "More than just AN amusement park. We're kinda all tourist-based here. Not a lot of natives." Which was honestly a shame. Most of the Holidaian natives either left or stuck around in the villages. Most of the people with pure-Holidaian heritage only lived in the towns, in fact, as the workers were usually immigrants from the 'States.

Then again, Goose also has roots in the 'States, so maybe he shouldn't complain much. Still, though, it'd be nice to see more people carry out the tropical-southern tradition like his family does.

"We got golf courses, giant resorts, the castle's open to anyone, the parks, a huge lighthouse... shit, we just got a lot. You'll have to check it out sometime, got it?"

So, if this place was a resort, then that would still mean lots of idiots willing to buy stupid things.

"So, are there any gift shops in this place?" Wario asked. That would mean that there was business. Wario's expertise was definitely in business and economics, so he of all people would know how to usurp the competition and get the money from those clueless tourists.

As Wario began to fantasize about all the money he could make from this operation, he continued sculpting, building up that giant pile of sand in the middle of the frame of the castle.

"Plenty."

Goose began to finish the last touches of his floor's molding, and then began to add the outer walls. This one required more precision. He didn't want to accidentally knock them down. That's a bit tough to do.

"Shit, there's even gift shops in the castle. There's just that many. Lots of people like goin' to the castle's one the most 'cause of all the high-quality souvenirs, even novice-built Birdman's wings."

Those probably have more securing straps. Sure, those limited twisting and turning for flight just a bit more, but they were easier for any old flyer to use. He used different ones for professionals with much less protection, but much more flexibility.

Wario's ears perked up at hearing about how many gift shops there were in this Holiday Island. Oh yes, he could be such a wonderful entrepreneur there. He could drive the other gift shops out of business and run a monopoly on the island! Yes! Ha ha ha!

Of course, this would take some careful planning, but hell, if it meant all that money, Wario would be glad to do it. But wait, he had no idea what that one souvenir was.

"Say, what are those Birdman wings you were talking about?"

"They're wings you attach to your arms and body to get you to fly. Y'know, like a bird. Pretty damn simple."

Goose shrugged and put the finishing sand on top of the fourth wall. ~~It then toppled down once Goose complained that his mun was making this tag too short and dumb.~~

"Doesn't take much effort. Even you could lift your fatness off the ground."

Wario had sculpted a larger cylinder in the middle of his castle and had evened out the walls and pillars, attempting to give them at least a little bit of aesthetic appeal.

The bird wings sounded interesting, although Wario immediately had to protest when Goose mentioned Wario's "fatness."

"HEY. I'm not fat. I wear a lot of extra clothing under this thing, you know."

"Oh yeah?"

Goose finished the other outer wall and folded his arms over his chest proudly.

"Then show me. C'mon, chop chop. Ain't got all day."

"Hey!" Wario protested, "Artwork takes time, you know."

Although Wario's castle could barely hold a candle to Goose's and probably still wouldn't in the end, he wanted to at least look like he was making an effort. Although it was tempting to stand up and stomp on Goose's castle, Wario refrained from doing that as well.

However, Wario started building much faster, sculpting the large cylinder in the middle to resemble some sort of inner chamber. It was hastily put-together, but with that and the walls, he could say he was fairly close to being done.

Shit. Goose's was way better.

"... I meant your fat layers. Silly."

Goose rolled his eyes and began to work on the ceiling. It was a flat square at first, but he began to make a dome shape on top. He'd then add pillars for a flair and then work on details, such as windows and a door. Maybe even a moat with a drawbridge!

"What? Like I said, I wear a lot of clothing, and I ain't taking it off!"

He hated it when people pointed out his obesity. However, ~~unlike the mun,~~ Wario was in a fair amount of denial about it. After all, he was quite muscular as well, judging by the size of his biceps and triceps. He just had a lot of visceral fat, although Wario would simply say that his high weight was due to his clothing. Yeah, that was totally it.

Getting back to the castle, Wario took some sticks and seaweed and tried to make a little flag for part of it. He figured he could decorate other parts with seashells, although his castle would probably still look pretty crappy anyway.

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asgasdgasdg I love the Pilotwings references <3333

all for you bb >w<

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