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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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"Don't think it's all peaches and cream, Goose. I'm not about to say my class is worse than yours, because I don't know how your class is. In the same respects, you probably shouldn't make any judgments about mine."

Then she stretched her arms over her head and yawned, "Sometimes it's not always the kids. Sometimes it's the curriculum. Being an instructor is exhausting. You have to come up with a syllabus that's informative, interesting, and meets the requirements for the educational system. That's not black and white. There are a lot of shades of grey."

There was a brief pause and she silently counted the other things that went into working in a classroom. "And all students are different. You can't cater to each one unless you're privately tutoring them, which I also do. I was also considering taking the time to put our auditorium to good use. I wanted to have my students perform for the academy as part of both an exam and extra credit for those who need it."

Her chin tipped up, "You get what I'm saying? There's a lot you have to think about. My mind's never stopping. It's always going."

Goose gave a small blink in surprise and tilted his head as he watched her. That sounded difficult. It wasn't just about teaching easier dances and moving up to better ones. It was all about doing it specifically and working very closely with the students. He didn't really have time to do a whole lot of private tutoring. If anyone ever got the brunt of that privilege, it was people like Pit and Raiden (who cares if he's staff? he can learn, too).

He finally let out a bit of a chuckle.

"Y'know, that sounds... kinda hard. Shit, I mean, I went to a piloting school and I kinda saw how my instructors did it, so I kinda just picked up from there. Building my classes for the kids is easy as hell. Comes naturally to me. Security ain't all that either unless there's havoc going on."

Goose shook his head and toyed with the flexible base of the microphone. "My worst problem is some of the kids suck." They could probably hear that. Did he care? Nope! "Can't do their thing for shit, but no skin off my bones. Just skin off theirs."

Ouch.

Nabooru blinked and then she couldn't resist laughing. Oh, Goose. He was just going to cause problem after problem after problem, wasn't he? He had a good heart, but he certainly was a questionable man. She liked him, however. Goose had quickly become one of her closest friends.

"You know they can hear you, right?" She grinned as she entered the stadium after what seemed like a walk forever. "It's kind of bad if a teacher badmouths his students. But then I guess it's okay since you didn't namedrop anyone."

Oh, right, there... there is that. Right. She's not the only one who could hear him. Oops.

Goose hid his embarrassment with an uneasy laugh. "Well, eh, I'm just kinda. Brave. That's all. Besides, for all they know, I'm only badmouthin' two really bad students instead of a hundred kinda bad ones."

"And they can still hear you."

Nabooru couldn't help except wonder who he meant. She didn't personally have any bad students. Some weren't very ecstatic, but she couldn't fault them for it. Some were a little too enthusiastic, but she thought those were the cute types. Overall, she had a rainbow of students and none of them were bad.

"So when Crazy Hand comes for you, can I have your gyrocopter?"

"Psssssh, that goes wherever I go, but I guess I'll leave you the air freshener tag as a parting gift."

Goose couldn't help but feign some sniffles, but it sounded more like a bunch of weird, blubbery chuckles.

"It was nice knowin' you."

"The air freshener tag," Nabooru scoffed in delight. "Oh, please. I'm worth more than a mere air freshener tag."

Then she smiles delightfully, "Did you know when I first came here, I used to rip off some of the places? I could just steal your gyrocopter if I really wanted to. I'm actually really good at stuff like that."

Her expression softened when she thought about the stores she and Ganondorf had robbed nearly blind when she'd first arrived. Good days, indeed.

"Woah, woah, you hotwire my gyrocopter and I'll shave you bald. Wouldn't want that to happen, now won'tcha?"

It may not seem like a lot to some people, especially when compared to having an aircraft stolen, but trust him. Hair loss is a Top-Notch Goose Approved Tragedy (c).

"I could just get a wig," Nabooru countered. Although she really did like her hair, so maybe she didn't want him to shave her bald. "Besides, you wouldn't really do that to me, would you? We're like best friends, Goose."

Then she shook her head, "Besides, I don't steal from friends." And to be fair, she hadn't stolen anything in almost two years.

"Good, or else I'd have to show you why I'm a guard."

Goose snorted into the microphone and began to reach for a snack-sized bag of chips. "Besides, if you ain't gonna steal from me, why would I wanna exact revenge for nothing that happened? Yeah. Exactly."

He tugged the bag open and crunch, crunch, crunch. That sounded horrible over the speaker system.

"I'm sure," she sarcastically replied in good nature. Then she found herself cringing at the sound. Jeez. No sense of decency at all. But she supposed she should have expected that.

"Okay, Goose. What are you eating and why aren't you sharing some with me? You should play hooky and come hang out at the stadium with me. One huge stadium is a little too large for a lonely pretty girl."

Except she was kidding a little. Sort of.

"Hmmmmaaaaaaybe. Maybe if you're into the idea of shovin' chips in your mouth."

Goose nibbled on a few more before habitually holding the bag up, except... no one can see it. Oops.

"These babies are sour cream and onion-flavored. You into those?"

"Well, I'm a lady. I won't shovel them, but I'll help you eat them."

As if to make her point, which had nothing to do with their conversation at all, she drew back her hand and plucked the arrow she'd drawn out a few moments before. It disappeared into the sun and she smiles, a little more than pleased with herself.

"They sound good. I don't think I've ever had them, though."

"Works for me. They're worth a shot."

Goose shrugged and got out of his chair, but not without leaving her one last note:

"Wait for me, m'kay?"

He then headed off to spectate at the Stadium.

"I can do that," she replied, though she wasn't sure if he'd left or not already.

When she decided that he had, she decided to put her archery practice to good use. For every bow she retrieved from her quiver, she shot it into the sky until it vanished. And if her power wasn't too hard, it would land far on the opposite side of the field and no further.

But she'd be glad for the break. Nothing said working too hard like archery, which was why she never had pursued it to such an extent in the fortress. Or maybe she was sentimentally trying to keep some kind of connection to Shinon. It was hard to say which it was.

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