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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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Well, doing it together was always a good thing and she couldn't complain. She nodded along with a rather bright smile. Then she nodded, left him to the oats and the water, and edged over to his small refrigerator.

"It's so tiny," she observed with a little upturn of the lips. "How adorable." She leaned over to take out a bottle of milk and she eyed him, "Did you get this from Hyrule? It looks very similar to the bottles that they sell in the market lane."

When she rejoined him, she paused at his side and held up the bottle after opening it. "How much should I put in?"

"Well, I can't exactly fit a giant fridge in here, so, I have to make do." he replied. "See those bottles of purple drink in there? If you'd like to, you can have one. They're sweet and refreshing and called Gatorade."

He was stirring the oats and water with a large stick. Harley was in the backround making fussy clucking noises.

"About half the bottle - the other half I'll use tomorrow. I get my milk from the Wholefoods - it's organic milk so, I guess it might come from Hyrule? I don't think they use many pesticides or herbicides there, right?"

"Gatorade..." Agitha echoed softly. Then she wiggled her ears when she heard Harley. "He sounds impatient. Is he always like that?"

Then she nodded and very carefully tilted her wrist to pour half the bottle into the oats and water mixture that she and Knuckle had made. "I don't think they use anything like that in there. I don't know where the milk comes from, but I assume it's organic! I don't know what else it would be!"

"Him? Yeah - he's always antsy about getting his food. As soon as he sees me get that bucket out, he starts this. It's fine though - he's hardly starving. In fact, sometimes I worry I feed him TOO Much, but I don't want him flying around eating people's cats and dogs and Pokemon, so, better to keep him a little over-full."

He watched her pour the milk, then he started to stir again. "Well, from the small amount of Hyrule I've seen, I don't think there would be many chemicals used in your farming."

She wiggled her ears at the thought of Harley going around and eating up all of her pretty bugs. No, they couldn't have that, so maybe it was okay for Knuckles to overfeed him just a little bit. As long as it didn't endanger him. For even Agitha knew very well if she overfed her bugs, there was always the danger of something hurting them.

She held the bottle of milk to her, still half full as she listened to him. "I didn't know you've been to Hyrule before. Did you like it? It's so beautiful. I love everything about the town and its people. Well, almost everything." She didn't like the guy who stood outside of her house or watched through the window. But everything else was wonderful.

"I got to see some of the desert and one of the big temples there. Not much else - my buddy Ganondorf lived there in the Gerudo desert and stuff, so, I'd get to see that if we went there. Not much else."

Of course, his geographical knowledge of the Kindom was lacking.

He took the bottle gently and placed the cap back on, heading back to the fidge. "Did you want one of those drinks? They taste like grapes. They're real good."

She raised an eyebrow at him and rubbed at her chin. Ganondorf, Ganondorf... That name seemed a little familiar to her, but she wasn't sure why or where she'd heard it before. But it sounded strange.

And then he talked about the desert and shook her head. "I've never been there. The desert is far, far, far away from the town. I've heard there's nothing except moblins and goblins out there. There's supposed to be some great structure that used to be there."

At his offer, she nodded slowly. "Thank you!"

"No prob." he replied, walking to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of the drink for her. He uncapped it and handed it to her, before going back to stirring the porridge.

"Moblins and Goblins? Yeah, I guess? Well, I spent most of my time there with Ganondorf and our friends, but I got to meet a lot of the Gerudo people too. That big structure is still there, or it was when I visited. A huge temple that we had to fight our way through to rescue a pal of ours who was captured by two evil witches. It was pretty awesome."

She took a bit of a dainty sip from her bottle of Gatorade as she watched him stir. "It sounds exciting! I've never really gone on any adventures like that. I mean, the most excitement I've had was probably when we were all on that island. And that wasn't that exciting either. I was good and stayed out of the cursed tropical forest and the ruins and what not."

Agitha laughed, "Maybe adventure's not really my place. After all, I can't take my bugs absolutely everywhere without worrying about something happening to them."

"Well, bugs aren't the sort of creatures you'd want to take anywhere with too many monsters, or lava pits or booby traps. Too easy for them to get harmed or lost." Knuckles replied affirmatively. "But if you wanted to adventure, I think they'd understand if you left 'em at home a day or two with enough food and water and stuff. They're lucky in that they can take pretty great care of themselves when they have to."

He scraped the excess oatmeal from the stirrer onto the edge of the bucket and set it down on a carefully placed piece of newspaper so it didn't drip mushy stuff all over the place.

"This is true. But I've left them behind while I've been getting to know everyone here and they keep causing problems now. One tried to sleep on Princess Daisy. One tried to bite my friend, Slippy. And one even crawled into Professor Falcon's couch!"

Agitha shook her head, "I think I've left them along on their own for long enough." She took a long drink of her Gatorade and then she found a place to put the bottle aside where it wouldn't get knocked over. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Well, that's the oatmeal done, really. Sometimes I crack a few eggs in there but I don't have any today."

Harley was still being fussy nearby, but he was being good and not barging in.

Knuckles picked up the bucket and moved it closer. "G'wan then, fella. Get in there."

And the spiderbird needed no further invitation, darting forward and sticking his whole head into the bucket. It looked pretty comical though Knuckles was used to it now so he didn't laugh so much as grin proudly.

"No table manners. As for YOUR little buddies, well, yeah, I could see hopw you'd worry. Daisy is a nice girl but even she might hurt one by accident. And Slippy...."

Gods, it was a miracle Slippy hadn't accidentally eaten one! Or two. Or fifteen. Or on purpo--wait, no. Slippy was too nice to do that.

Agitha couldn't resist chuckling ever so slightly. Harley was cute. A little unorthodox as far as pets went, but cute all the same. And it looked like he was enjoying his food as well, which was really what mattered most. It was nice to know she could even make something simple and perhaps she could find a way to make special treats for Harley the way she had for the various Pokémon around the academy. Thank the goddesses for berries!

"Oh, it's okay. It just means he really likes what was made for him." Then she took a long drink from her Gatorade as she listened to Knuckles. "Daisy's really good with them, and I'm so thankful. But I know she really does her best to put up with them. It's part of why this bug house is being made. I'd like to make things as easy as possible on others."

Knuckles reached over and gave her a gentle clap on the shoulder. "Well, that's real thoughtful of you. I bet if more folks thought that way, everyone'd be a lot happier."

He walked back to the fridge and opened it up, picking out two wrapped packages. He pulled away their newspaper trappings. They were both shrink wrapped chickens which he tore open with relatively little effort, careful not to splash anything anywhere.

"And this is the other half of his dinner. He's a predator, after all, and it's better that I get him these than to have him chasing wild ones."

She blinked as she watched him head to the refrigerator and return. Her head lilted a little to the left and she nodded, "Ohhhh... I see! Yes, this is probably much better. After all, some people might even have chickens as pets."

~~Yes, Duster. She was looking at you.~~

"So he gets oats and chicken every day? Do you feed him anything else, Knuckles?"

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