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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[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

"Ah, well, I own a video game company," Wario proudly announced, "And I figured your science-y tech stuff could help out."

He didn't need the girl per se, but with a bunch of his coworkers branching off, he wanted to take extra precautions.

[using-science.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh? Whoa, hold on. So much so fast. Employed as a game developer? Back up the truck. But she can't be rude. She better get some information though before she even thinks about declining the offer. It was a nice offer anyway. It was a job. She better respect that.

"Like...what would you have me do? I'm more of a forensic scientist."

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Forensic... That was like fingerprints and stuff, right? Shit, Wario thought that all scientists were the mad, eccentric kind who could do anything, not specialize in one thing!

"Bah! That has nothing to do with video games!" he said. "I need a person who can program all the high-tech stuff and come up with game ideas. Not a fingerprint-analyzer!"

Oh well, it was worth asking. He could live without another developer.

[using-science.livejournal.com]

"O-oh..." She seemed a little rejected but hey, it's not like Ema was really qualified for game development anyway.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm sure you could find the fight one for the job soon. I wish you the best at it," Ema said, in every attempt to be uppity and polite about it.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, whatever," Wario said dismissively. Useless. Then again...

"Well, I'll keep you in mind, though, for fingerprint-y stuff in case anyone tries to steal my money!" That could work. Wario was always paranoid about people trying to take his money.

[using-science.livejournal.com]

YES. That's what we're talking about! She had a gleam in her eye from that!

"Count me in! If any one pulls any kind of crime, let alone theft, consider me on the case to catch any crook!"

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Wow, she sure was enthusiastic. Hm, maybe she would be useful after all. Hopefully Wario wouldn't come to need any assistance, because hopefully nobody would touch his money, but it was good to be prepared, just in case.

Wario grinned at the scientist and handed her a business card. Yes, that's right, he had actual business cards. He did own a gaming company after all.

"The name's Wario," he said.

[using-science.livejournal.com]

Ema shook that hand, for sure. Grinning back as she accepted the business card.

"Ema! Ema Skye! Capcom transfer!"

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Oh, she was from that fancy transfer school that Wario knew almost nothing about. He had heard bits and pieces about it but never paid much attention. So, this information was irrelevant to him.

"Great, great, nice to meet you, blah blah blah, et cetera," Wario said with little inflection. "I hope to be seeing you in my health class then." Not that he really cared. He was only teaching to get his paycheck, and even then, the "teaching" part was debatable.