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]

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.