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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[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Goose kind of stared at him with an expression hard to mark. Was it fear? Anger? Sadness?

No. It was bewilderment that soon broke out into a barrel of laughter.

"That's IT? You just made some shitty game full of mini-games? And you expect to beat me at that? That's it? Damn. That's... heheheh. That's fucking funny. You pulled a laugh outta me. Thanks for that. But you know what?"

Goose leaned forward, one hand on his hip, the other honking Wario's nose. Honk honk. "I'll accept your little challenge. I can't turn one down, even if I know I'm gonna win."

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Now Wario was pissed. Nobody called his work of artistic and business genius "shitty." NOBODY.

And now this asshole was honking his nose. What the hell?

"Get off me, you lunatic!" he shouted, shoving away Goose's arm.

"Fine! Accept my challenge then! You'll be sorry when you lose!"

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Alright!"

A pause. Goose looked down at Wario and tapped his foot, arms crossed.

"So... where are we even playin' this game anyway."

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Luckily for Goose, Wario always happened to have a copy of his game on him. He had a DS with the cartridge, so he pulled it out and eagerly handed it to Goose.

"All right. Tell me how many points you get when you're done."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

... That's it?

"That's it?" Goose rose an eyebrow and took the DS. He'd never even played anything like this before. Sheesh, of all the times he could actually make USE of Nester...

"... Easy as pie," he assured, turning the game on.

Not so easy as pie. The game got a little fast-paced with its mini-games, not to mention the fact that Goose's fast reflexes didn't quite apply to his gaming skill, or rather, his lack thereof.

He wound up beating only very few of the mini-games with decent scores.

"Well, eh," he let out simply. He wasn't sure if he could even say how bad his score was, so he just shoved the screen up into Wario's face. Go, Goose.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Wario took back his DS and looked at the screen.

There was a moment of silence, then all of a sudden, he burst out laughing.

"BWA HA HA! EIGHT? YOU COULDN'T LAST EIGHT ROUNDS?"

Finally, he calmed down, taking a few breaths to stop his nasal laughter.

"Woo... haha... okay. I'm calm." He took one more breath and then said with a mischievous grin, "Now watch how a pro does it!"

Wario concentrated hard, racking up more and more points on one of the harder stages. Finally after a while, while Goose was probably sitting there bored, Wario ended with a score of 109.

"Wa ha ha!" he laughed in triumph, "I'm-a-Wario, and I'm-a-gonna WIN."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Whereas Goose just wound up staring over his shoulder and looked all the more bewildered. Well, that was the last thing he expected.

He just kind of turned his nose up, this time for more than just the way Wario smelled.

"How'd... How'd you do that? That's just. How?"

He was so used to how bad Nester was at games, and now suddenly, here's this guy. A gaming pro.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Wario felt elated. He had bested this guy and humiliated him. So Wario snatched his pride back with ease. Oh, and he was going to continue rubbing it in his face. He liked doing that.

"How did I do that? It's called skill and talent, which I guess you just don't have! Wa ha ha!"

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey. I at least I ain't the guy going around and kicking other peoples' property because I didn't win."

Goose folded his arms and lifted his chin haughtily. HA. WHAT NOW.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

"Hey, that wasn't even your property! Unless you own the freakin' academy, which I doubt you do."

Wario stood angrily with his hands on his hips, glaring up toward the much taller Goose.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Pssh, it ain't the academy's. The sand? It ain't even real, what we're standing on. It's just generated."

Goose stood back a ways and extended his arms, as if saying look at this. This isn't Master Hand's. He can kiss- or smack?- my ass.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

"Exactly! So don't get all pissy because I stomped on your nonexistent castle!"

Wario rolled his eyes at Goose, because clearly Wario had every right to stomp on Goose's superior sandcastle. Clearly.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"... Sure, you just enjoy actin' like a little 9-year-old, tubby."

Goose shrugged and walked over to Wario's sandcastle. Time to fight fire with water.

He took a nearby bucket, filled it with water, and SPLASH. ALL OVER IT.

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

"Don't call me Tubby, you jerkoff!" Again with the weight-related insults. Wario hated those. He wasn't fat, okay. It was the clothing. And large bones. Maybe he could stand to shed a tiny bit, but he wasn't "tubby," for Christ's sake! Stupid Goose.

Although Wario wasn't really sad to see his sandcastle go. It wasn't that great. He was still just fuming at the insults Goose threw at him. He merely continued to stare angrily at the pilot.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Hey, thanks, I do too like to jerkoff. Heh."

Goose wasn't easy to cut with insults unless it was directed to very certain parts of his life. Thankfully, Wario didn't hit that. Fuck yeah.

"Anyway, I consider us even, but one day? I'll have my rematch."

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Wario rolled his eyes at Goose's first comment. Yeah, yeah, we all like to jerk off, asshole. Wario had wanted to dish back the stinging of Goose's weight-related insult, but had failed to do so.

"Fine, we're even then," he reluctantly agreed, "But on that rematch, I'll bust your ass so hard you'll run home crying to your mommy! Ha ha!"

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"We'll see about that, garlic breath. We'll see."

Goose saluted and turned heel. "You'll be the one cryin' to... whatever you've got."

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, whatever, bird-brain. Think what you want." Wario gave a cocky smirk to the pilot.

"Until next time, then," he said, turning to leave.