smash_logs | 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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Well Skarmory was like seven, or the mentality of seven anyway. But hey, it was that really cool mute guy. Cool mute guy made Skarmory automatically even happier than when he was earlier. He waved a whole arm at Caim.

"Caim! Hi, Caim!"

For whatever reason, Skarmory was... overly enthusiastic to see Caim, which the prince couldn't quite understand. He hadn't said much before and he personally didn't think he was that nice. But Skarmory thought of him in a good light it seemed and Caim honestly didn't know how to interpret it.

He lifted a hand and waved very carefully, somewhat reminiscent of how things were when he was younger.

"You seem to be quite well. What has you in such cheer?"

What no, Caim. You were cool. Tall, manly, and cool. He read the board. Okay, he knew what "cheer" meant so he was cool with this.

"I'm playing! That's why! There's always something to do!"

Except now, Skarmory was kind of bored.

Playing. Caim couldn't remember doing much of anything like that. He remembered being too interested in trying to make his parents proud. He remembered too many days of working on sword techniques in the courtyard by the fountain, having Furiae and Inuart watch him. Just the mere memories made him pause in wonder. It had been a very long twenty-five years, hadn't it?

Then he looked down to Skarmory and nodded slowly, "I see." He took a gander around their surroundings, "What do you normally do when you're not in classes?"

Caim didn't really know how to play nowadays unless Skarmory wanted a piggy-back ride or something, but Caim also couldn't picture himself giving that kind of thing.

Little did Caim maybe know that Skarmory wasn't in classes.

"I don't go to school, the Big Hand Guys think I'm too young..."

Pout pout. "And Mommy's a teacher so I have to find a lot of things to do. So I like to play all kinds of things!"

So his mother was a teacher and he was too young for classes. Did his mother even spend time with him? Caim had a difficult time understanding what his mother was even doing or why she'd brought him there.

"I may need to have words with your mother."

And by have words, he meant write them down and make her read them.

Huh? Skarmory was confused when he read the board. He gave Caim such a look.

"Why? Did Mommy do something wrong?"

"I'm not able to answer that," Caim answered quite succinctly. "I'll find out, however."

Caim had never really been proud of his feat of killing children. But they were spawn of the Empire. They had to die. There was no way around it. But yes, he did regret it. At least a little.

"Who is your mother?"

Skarmory was more confused. More confused than before, if that was ever possible. Why did he want to talk with Mommy so bad?

"Claus calls her "Lash". So mommy likes a boy already."

FFFFFFFFFF.

Caim didn't know who Lash was either. Lash and Claus. And apparently Lash liked a boy already. Not that Caim understood quite where he was going.

There was a nod given and Caim tapped at his chin lightly. "Understood." Then he looked down to Skarmory. "How long have you been here?"

Did someone order a DORM LOG??

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