[HOT SPRINGS TRIP] - SUNDAY HOTEL

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Characters: Many
What: Hotel Antics
Where: Fountain of Youth Hot Springs , hotel lobby and then some
When: Sunday, July 13th
Rating: Varies. PG-13 on average

Much like Saturday night, this log is where you'll be posting your hotel room threads, and exploring around the hotel. This includes the main lobby, the dining lounge [which has a bar], the hallways and the courtyard. All your hotel rooms and the main lobby have little laptops with computer access, if your characters want to update their journals for whatever reason. :3

Don't forget your handy dandy MAP!

FOREWARNING: I'M GOING TO HIGHLY SUGGEST THAT IF YOU HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO COMPLETE SATURDAY NIGHT, THAT YOU IGNORE THIS LOG'S EXISTENCE AND COMPLETE IT BEFORE JUMPING IN HERE. THIS LOG IS GOING TO GET BACKDATED NO MATTER WHAT, IT WILL NOT BE COMPLETED TONIGHT. IT'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE AND WE CAN WAIT FOR YOU. <3

OR IF YOU'RE COOL WITH DROPPING WHATEVER ACTIVIES YOU WERE DOING, ASSUMING THINGS WERE ALL WELL AND MOVING ON, THAT'S ALRIGHT. Just, mightmaybe be a good idea to talk with whomever your character might of been interacting with if it's possible, in case they wanted to do something special with you.

OR, IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE DOUBLE-DAY POSTING, THAT'S FINE TOO. JUST TRY NOT TO GET CONFUSED, BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL WOULD.

Same rules in this log as before--post new comments with appropriate labels for your hotel rooms, main lobby, ect... and reply to them accordingly.

If it's not too much trouble, linking to threads when you thread hop [or tegaki log] helps lessen the confusion! X)

We'll be checking out of the hotel Monday morning, so have your characters stay up late again when they're done playing in the springs, if you like! Have fun!

Comments

Suite #1 - SNAKE AND SAMUS' ROOM

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Sunday morning came, with sunlight filtering through the closed blinds of the hotel suite, and Samus slept like a log for the first time in a long while. Weeks... months probably! In fact, she was probably going to end up sleeping in very late at this rate...

She was completely clueless that she had rolled back onto her other side in the middle of the night and was cuddled against Snake's back almost possessively, legs entangled.

Either she was going to be incredibly angry, or incredibly embarrassed whenever one or the other woke up.

...probably a very fair amount of both.

Re: Suite #1 - SNAKE AND SAMUS' ROOM

[camo-box.livejournal.com]

Snake's eyes slowly flittered open, noticing that there was something warm attached to his back.
"Eh...huh?"
Only because he instantly remembered the events of last night did he not immediately panic. He let himself relax again, and lay there for a bit longer, noting that his friend behind him was still asleep, and didn't want to wake her. And...uh...he supposed that he liked it.

Re: Suite #1 - SNAKE AND SAMUS' ROOM

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

After looking high and low for Snake with no luck, Jeff tiredly returned to the suite upstairs, it being the last place he could check. "...?" Next to the door there was a champagne bottle, with a note attached. "What's this...?"

For Sammy and her "boyfriend".
~Jolene

Jeff snarled at the mocking note, which caused his glasses to slide down his face just a little, requiring a very frustrated and dramatic push-up. Joleeeeennnnneeeeeee~! Another victim was added to the blacklist.

"Boyfriend..." There was an incredible flash of emotion, all jumbled and twisted like a knot at the bottom of the blonde's stomach. "..." He almost wanted to cry; this day had been so horrible. Nearly dying in an epic fight against one of Porky's mechs was preferable to this stupid pain ripping at his heart... Even in another body, it didn't change that at all...

Jeff picked up the champagne bottle, slid the key card and stepped inside. "Hello? Snake?" No answer.

No different than this morning.

"..." The silence was absolutely unbearable.

The champagne bottle was suddenly looking very very appealing.


About an hour later, Samus!Jeff was swagering around the luxrious suite, shit-faced and talking to himself with whatever inane, moody, nonsensical thoughts came to him in front one of the full-body mirrors.

"Y-you and your FRECKLES." Jeff's finger clumsily shot out for the mirror, poking at at the offending birthmarks as he saw them. "That's how it's always gonna' be for Mizz Arahn. Always ahLOOOONNNEEEEEE." In the bounty hunter's frazzled state or mind... [or was it heart?], this was being considered 'getting in character' practice. Perfect, logical, reasonable, responsible excuse. "'Cause people get hurt around her. C-cause she is a vile, destructive teacherwoman who hash never been open to AAAAAANYTHING ahaha and thennnn th-thithiss.... it's..."

it's...

""

ROOM #8 - PEACH AND DAISY'S ROOM

[loudflowerpower.livejournal.com]

Daisy woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding, almost similarly to the time she ate too many jellybeans. But this was worse. Far, far worse.

Daisy Flora was experiencing her first hangover. But she didn't know that... yet.

Ignoring the throbbing in her head as best she could, she picked up her laptop from the floor beside her and turned it on. She checked her journal, for the purpose of seeing if anyone had written anything, because she couldn't remember much from last night. But then she saw she'd written an entry during the night. And Mr. Powalski had just responded to it.

Daisy's eyes widened. 'Holy shiitake mushrooms... I was DRUNK?! Oh, sweet Buddha...'

Her father would tear a new hole in the ozone layer if he found out about this!! Crap! Now what?! Oh, well... it wasn't like he knew how to use the internet, anyway. But now everyone in school was gonna know she'd gotten drunk, including the teachers. Well, she hadn't meant to! She was thirsty! And that sake had kinda tasted good after a while... kinda sweet...

"UGH! NO! NEVER AGAIN!" she yelled. She then clamped a hand over her mouth when she realized Peach was in the room, sleeping.

"... *sigh* ... I'd better take a shower and pray this headache goes away."

One shower later, Daisy was wrapped in a towel, sitting on her bed and brushing out her hair. When she was finished, she reached into her bag and pulled out her brand new bathing suit.

Seeing it made her smile. It wasn't exactly a suit the others would expect her to wear. Sure, the colors and pattern definitely said "Daisy;" it was orange with yellow polka-dots. But the design, on the other hand... well, it was a bikini, a strapless one, and quite form-fitting at that. The bra portion also had one of Daisy's signature flowers in plastic form, sitting in between the cups.

"Maybe Luigi won't care about how I look," said Daisy, "but I wonder how many other eyes I'll catch?"

She went into the bathroom again to change and dry her hair (the latter if only for appearances' sake). She didn't know why, but she felt much better this morning than she did last night, even with the hangover. Maybe she just needed some sleep. Daisy wasn't exactly used to staying up late.

"I'll face the day and whoever wants to get on my case head-on today!" Daisy said to herself. "Who cares if they think I'm a hoighty-toighty princess, or even not much of a princess at all? Screw them! I AM DAISY! PRINCESS DAISY OF SARASALAND! I WILL BE INVINCIBLE! And from now on, I am gonna kick ass!"

FLACO & LEEN'S SUITE, SUNDAY EDITION

[ore-wa-soumen.livejournal.com]

Falco groaned, pulling the sheets up high and over his head as the sunlight that had already been leaking from the window for a few hours—he only noticed it now that the light was dancing on his face. "Ugh..." he looked over at his side to see Leon curled up against him, one arm loosely draped across Falco's chest, the other underneath the teen's body; he was probably clinging to him during the night. Grumbling again, Falco pulled the blanket off his head to attempt to look at the clock.

... Noon? The avian slapped his palm against his face. They slept in that much? Agh! He prodded Leon in the cheek. "Yo~ get up!" Not exactly the quietest alarm clock...

Re: FLACO & LEEN'S SUITE, SUNDAY EDITION

[torment-parade.livejournal.com]

"eh? what?" The chameleon snorted, but smiled when he saw where he was and who he was with. He didn't look at the clock himself but knew he had to at least guide students into their respected springs.

Leon nearly sprung out of bed and went over to his bag for his toothbrush. He sighed regrettably for having to dig into there again, making a disgustedly-cautious face as he pulled out a plastic baggie with his toothbrush and other hygiene things.

"We better get ready!" He smiled again at his boyfriend before heading off to the bathroom for his morning business- not bothering to close the door behind him.

(COURTYARD, Tegakie log)

[ghostly-nyx.livejournal.com]

...Man, I feel kinda bad being the first comment. Damnit if I know why.

http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/dblog.php?u=18502&e=203065

Re: (COURTYARD, Tegakie log)

[ghostly-nyx.livejournal.com]

((Lol, least i thought it was the first comment, when i made it. ))

Courtyard: non-tegaki style

[pkloveomega.livejournal.com]

Ionia and Lucas made for a very strange sight; both were dripping wet, one in shorts and the other in a dripping yukata and towel. Ionia was draped over her mommy's shoulder, her wild flailing now dimmed down to a childish pout. Lucas finally stopped and set her down, clearly flustered by the whole mess.

"Ionia -- it is not okay to hit people, understand? Even if that rabbit deserved it, you shouldn't have attacked him. You aren't even supposed to be in that spring!"

Ionia tilted her head, still sulking. "I was saving Daddy. And how come I can't be in the water? Everyone else was."

"Well, yeah, but everyone else is a boy." Lucas shook his head, pointing to the entrance to the girls' spring. "You need to go in that one, okay? That's the one for girls."

Ionia looked thoughful for a moment, then smiled. She took Lucas by the hand and started walking. "Oh, okay. Let's go then, Mommy."

"Wh-what?! No, Ionia, I-I can't go in there...!" Lucas pulled his hand away, turning bright red at the suggestion.

"But aren't mommies girls, too?"

"I... I'm not a girl, Ionia." Lucas sighed. "Look, just... go to the girl spring, okay? You'll make new friends, you'll have fun. I have to go back and make sure that rabbit's being nice to Jeff."

Ionia went quiet, bowing her head. "...Okay, Mommy."

Re: Courtyard: non-tegaki style

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

Ionia watched Lucas hurry back to the boy's spring. For a while, she simply stood there, a strange look on her face.

She didn't understand why she was different from Mommy and Daddy and everyone else.
She didn't understand why she couldn't play in the water with them, too.
She didn't understand why she was alone.

Ionia was a brave girl, but... standing alone in her dripping yukata, she couldn't help sniffling.
"M... Mommy doesn't want Ionia anymore..."

BAR - FACULTY ONLY.

[torment-parade.livejournal.com]

Leon passed by the bar as he had gotten lost on his way to the spring. How the HELL was he going to distract those teachers? Maybe they're distracted as is? He didn't look down from the balcony to see who was out there.

He had to think because there was no way otherwise that he and his boyfriend could spend a day at the springs together.

That's all he wanted out of this trip.


.... Well...

Behind the counter to the were some very fancy brands of sake. Stuff he could never afford before on this planet...

Maybe a drink of the finest while he thinks wouldn't hurt.

His wallet was clipped to the inside of his yukata. He pulled out his debit*card and demanded the bartender for a bottle of something really nice!

Re: BAR - FACULTY ONLY.

[ore-wa-soumen.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Falco was still in the courtyard, boredly drumming his fingers on his seat, tapping sandal'd feet on the ground and humming... obnoxious as usual, basically. When was Leon going to give him a signal~? Hell, he didn't even see the man over near where the rest of faculty was! He sighed loudly and continued his not-so-great feat of coordination.

FACULTY ROOM: Goose and Flint's Room v2!

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Nngh... my god...

I don't... what just happened?

I don't remember anything... except... going to the bar... laughing with Sergio-whatever about SOMETHING... what the...

Goose stirred uncomfortably in his bed, his eyes beginning to flutter open as his head ached slightly. Aw man... don't tell me I'm hangoverin' here...

... wait... Something's... something's not right about my clothes...

... and then he took a glance down to check himself out, finding himself fully clothed in a frilly, red and flowery yukata... and he wasn't wearing his glasses. "... Wh-WHAT?!" He bounded up out of the bed and shrieked, hoping it wouldn't be enough to wake his roommate. "My... my clothes... my GLASSES!" A full-on, flustered, pissed-off blush spread on his cheeks. "What HAPPENED?!"

He groaned exasperatedly, having it form into an angered roar as he smashed his fist against his pillow. "I couldn't have done this to myself! Even if I was drunk!" Trying to shake off the embarrassment and the worry washing over him, he shut his eyes in concentration. "Gotta remember... gotta remember what happened... c'mon, Limey... Goose... c'mon...

All he could remember... were little bits of things. He remembered drinking some rum... stumbling all over the place... laughing with Surge and Linebeck about who-knows-what, possibly his yukata... Surge tying the string around his yukata--...

...

Surge...

"... Oh..." A look of realization made its way to Goose's face... only to quickly be replaced by an immense amount of rage. "Oh Surge, you FUCKING JERK!!"

Jolene's Room Service Antics (those of you with rooms, expect random things being delivered)

[queenopirates.livejournal.com]

Jolene had bribed the front desk lady into giving her a list of the hotel room names for the school. She made up a BS excuse that involved needing to know student location and teachers having odd disorders. She, she stood, poised and ready, in her room with the hotel phone.

"Kehehehe~" she snickered, "Let's start off with some kiddies, eh?"

She dialed room service, "Hello? Yea, I'm gonna need a dish with Cherry pie and a vase of flowers on it... Don't ask why, just DO IT! What'd you think I'm paying you for! ... Ok,that dish goes to Room #8. Mm-hmm... And I need another one, this time for Suite #1. Yes, send them a bottle of Champagne, please. Yep. Ok, and this will be the last one for now. Yeah, I might call back, what ya gonna do about it? ... Ok, ok, here's my last order for now: I need you to send a BIG bottle of rum over to Room# 20. Yes, don't worry, I'm gonna be at all the rooms to pay you. Ok. Bye-bye now," Jolene hung up and giggled.

She burst out her room door and began to sprint up the the Suite. That's where the fastest order was coming. She made it there in time to dismiss the delivery boy and attach a note to the bottle of fine alcohol. It read:

For Sammy and her "boyfreind".
~Jolene

She couldn't help but laugh on her way to Room 8. She followed the stairs down and skidded toward the delivery woman, this time. She paid up and then scribbled another note for the pie and flowers.

To Miss Cherry Pop,
Please don't be a canibal. Share this with your roomie!

Then, she just followed the hotel staff down the hall and paid for the rum. This time her note read:

LINEBECK!
Drink up and prepare yourself!
~Jolene

Not only was there a note on the bottle, but there were many paper airplanes stacked around it so that whenever Linebeck read the note, he'd have some way of defending himself.

The woman giggled as she made her way back to her room. "I love hotels!"

Re: Jolene's Room Service Antics (those of you with rooms, expect random things being delivered)

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[[Oh Jolene~ XD Your shenanigans are <3]]

Courtyard heartswap!

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

((Taking place shortly after BREAKING TONY'S HEART omg))


Well, that was humiliating.

Jeff paced in small circles in the courtyard, hiding his reddened face in his hands. That was not the way he planned on dropping the bomb.

It couldn't be helped, he supposed... Especially not by running away. He should have at least grabbed a shirt first.

Re: Courtyard heartswap!

[manaphyofthesea.livejournal.com]

((After bffing with Lucas/Squirtle I suppose?))

Manaphy was pretty happy about meeting this new friend. But he was a bit tired from all the splashing and playing. So he decided to walk back to sleep...perhaps without Latios berating for playing a board game with his sister yesterday...

ROOM #11 - Luigi, Li'l Ollie and "DJ", post crused spring

[itsafootball.livejournal.com]

((This occurs before Li'l Falcon runs off and hangs with Ionia))

They made it somehow safely to Luigi's room without anyone noticing him with two strange kids, he wasn't sure how he was gonna answer anyone's questions them if they had run across any other students or teachers. He almost feared about Bowser Junior coming back early, but Junior might actually like the extra company.

He ushered DJ in and carried Ollie in, closing the door shut behind him. "Okee dokee, fellas," he sat Ollie down on the bed, asking as he stood arms akimbo, "Feeling better, Professor?" He looked at the other boy, "Captain? You-a should be-a safe here, if-a you two don't mind hanging out with me for a time!" he said in a way that it'd be impossible for a kid to not want to spend time with Luigi.

MAMA LUIGIIIIIII

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

"I-I still would like a towel please," 'Ollie' stated politely. Though to be honest it wasn't as cold in the room as the outdoors, however since he was dripping wet from falling in the spring and it made the air seem cooler.

Main Lobby - Jeff and Samus, private conversation

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[[hopping from here! (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/73883.html?thread=2169755#t2169755)]]

Once Jeff had managed to wrestle Samus away from the small crowd of mindfuckery, he lead her over to an unoccupied bench in the main lobby, where no one else was around. "Okay..." He sat down and swayed his feet, temporarily distracted that they didn't even reach the floor when he sat back all the way. "Listen, I know this... is confusing but," Jeff lowered his voice, "This body-swap is only temporary. It's happened to Otacon before, and it only lasts a few days." God this is so weird talking to myself...

".....I'd.... rather prefer it that no one knows this has happened, if possible. " Samus had her pride and reputation to keep.

Re: Main Lobby - Jeff and Samus, private conversation

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Samus sat on the other end of the bench, watching Jeff rather guiltily. It was weird to see expressions on his own face that he'd never even made before... not to mention, you know, hearing himself talk.

She relaxed a bit after hearing it was temporary. Still, she'd hate to go a few days without a shower or even changing clothes. She was a bit embarrassed to bring it up, though, but the blush on her face probably did all the talking for her.

She cleared her throat. "Th-that... do you think we can pull that off?"

COURTYARD: TRAGIC GOODBYE THREAD OF TRAGEDY

[raced_god]

((Continued from here!))

DJ took Ionia's hand and led her to a more secluded area of the courtyard. He had a lot of questions to answer.

Sitting the two of them down on the grass beside the stone walkway, he turned to face her.

"I guess you're confused about what they called me, huh?" He'd get to that...or avoid it. But he wanted to know a few things from her first. "You have a grandpa? What's he like?"

Re: COURTYARD: TRAGIC GOODBYE THREAD OF TRAGEDY

[plug-into-adv.livejournal.com]

The mechanical custodian didn't need to try too hard. It spotted the two children with its Range Chip moments after reaching the area where the small group had been to begin with.

It was obvious they were calmer now, but... the instructor seemed sort of... depressed.

The robot cautiously decided to approach from a distance. He would not eavesdrop if they did not want him to, but it was possible that one or the other of the two youths could run away at any moment, in tears.

The saddest thing in my data banks is...

He blocked that thought from processing for the moment. It needed to be calm and collected for their sake.

FALCULTY ROOM #3: Otacon, Oak, Surge & Geno

[animu-nerd.livejournal.com]

[[Ooc- You made me tear up at 8 in the morning.

Thread hopping from here (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/73883.html?thread=2180507#t2180507)]]

Hal Emmerich felt like the entire world had just dropped on him. His head was ringing, he was confused where he was, and there was someone sleeping on his stomach. For a brief moment, he was fourteen again and that was his ten-year old sister coming to his room again - she’d had another nightmare and needed his company.

“E.E.?” he whispered, hopefully, as he gently passed his left hand in the sleeping teenager’s hair. Too coarse and thick. That is not Emma…oh yes. Now I remember. He slowly sat up and gingerly placed the sleeping teenager on his bed without waking him up. Otacon sighed as his headache intensified and he slowly came back to his senses. He was back in his hotel room…somehow. He rubbed his left leg in pain from “Jeff’s” punch and felt a small bump on the back of his head, probably from the slip he took Urgh, I’m the one supposed to be helping him, and I end up being completely knocked out. What happened back there?

Hopefully Samus and Jeff were alright. Otacon could only imagine what it would feel like to be stuck in a body of the opposite sex. At least his own experience with professor Oak hadn’t been this bad.

He could ask the others later. Right now, he’d try at least to get some answers on his friend’s condition, since, unlike the soul-swap, he had no idea how long it would last…or if it was permanent. From what brief conversation he’d managed before, well, whatever had hit him, Jeff had told them Falcon was also in a similar situation.

He had no idea how he’d do this, but Otacon would find a solution. He’d workday and night if he had to.

But right now, what he needed the most was ibuprofen. The largest legal-sized dose he could take.

It was only when he got into the bathroom that he realized how moist his shirt was.

“...I had no idea he salivated this much when he sleeps.”

Re: FALCULTY ROOM #3: Otacon, Oak, Surge & Geno

[camo-box.livejournal.com]

A moment after he was moved, Snake jerked out of sleep. Feeling absolutely shitty.
He looked after Otacon, who was walking into the bathroom, and rummaging inside the medicine cabinet.
"...Otacon."
He was well aware he looked awful, that his eye was red and puffy from crying, but he didn't care enough to do anything about it. If he could show this to anyone, he could show it to Otacon.

TONY, LUCAS, AND JEFF'S ROOM, TAKE TWO

[pkloveomega.livejournal.com]

Lucas looked a lot less enthusiastic this time around. He was a little less than overjoyed about Tony tagging along to the room, to be honest, though he was doing his best not to let his disappointment show. They left the springs tomorrow; there weren't very many chances left to be alone with Jeff before the trip was over. Still... it wasn't like Tony was attached to Jeff at the hip or something, right? Maybe they still had a chance of sneaking off for a couple minutes.

Until then, he just had to deal with it. Lucas made his way over to his bag, taking his time in rummaging through his stuff.

Re: TONY, LUCAS, AND JEFF'S ROOM, TAKE TWO

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Jeff had no problem locating his glasses, since he left them right on the bedside table. He fidgeted with them a bit before putting them on, not at all enjoying the awkward silence. As it turned out, they didn't run into any kind of distraction on the way up here after all. Not even Falcon.

...Falcon.

"Ack! What if Mr. Falcon came back to look for us?!" He glanced toward the door, genuine concern in his voice because he only realized it could be used as a diversion after he said it. Hopefully Tony would offer to go check, then.

TONY, LUCAS, AND JEFF'S ROOM, POST-HEARTSWAP

[musicalawards.livejournal.com]

After grabbing himself a key from the front desk, Tony stalked through the quiet halls of the ryokan to his, Lucas and Jeff's room, eyes on the floor but not really looking at it. He inserted the key into the lock, shoved the door open then quietly closed it behind him. Next he retrieved a fresh change of clothes from his bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. With a click the door locked and from inside could be heard the sound of water running, though no steam would be forming on the mirror.

Re: TONY, LUCAS, AND JEFF'S ROOM, POST-HEARTSWAP

[pkloveomega.livejournal.com]

Lucas was the second one to return to the room, having taken a detour to ensure his dad was safe and sound in his own room. He was a bit nervous about entering the room in case if Tony was in there; he still wasn't sure exactly what he'd say to the poor guy. Thankfully, though somebody was definitely back, Lucas wouldn't have to talk to them until they were done in the washroom.

God, he hoped that was Jeff in there.

Lucas shut the door a little bit more loudly than was necessary, just to be sure whoever it was had heard him coming in. He then glanced down at the little Pikmin in his hands and sighed. "...Well, here we are. You want another transformation ball, Ionia?"

She shook her head, staring up at him with the same wide-eyed expression as ever.

"Um... okay. I brought a pencil and some paper in my bag... you want to draw something?"

A pause and a nod. Lucas set her down on the nightstand and dug the aforementioned items out, setting them down next to her. "There you go, Ionia. Have fun."

And while she was busy with that? Lucas sat down on the bed and tried to plan out exactly what he was going to say. "Christ, Jeff, how many secret admirers do you even have" seemed like the best choice at the moment.

Latios/as and Manaphy's Room POSTHeartswap

[manaphyofthesea.livejournal.com]

Despite his intention to fall asleep, Manaphy really could not do so. He tossed around in the bed while the Latios/as siblings were sound asleep. So he opened the door a crack and meditated.

But he was slightly bothered by a slight headache that had mysteriously come that night...

COURTYARD: Familty reunion lol

[2x4-of-justice.livejournal.com]

Flint needed an adult.

To say he had a rough day would be an understatement. First, he had left the faculty spring in a hurry after hearing that awful story, then Boney had run away, then he spend forever chasing the dog around on private property, then they had both fallen into some kind of weird voodoo water, and THEN he had to save Boney from some kind of lava monster. This was all in addition to everything that had happened the night before during the Bus Trip From Hell.

Had it not been for that weird magical spring, Flint would still be forty-one and may have been able to stay composed despite all this. But no, instead he was a little kid, and that little kid was tired, hungry, had a had that didn't fit right, and had lost his pants in the cursed spring (and he sure as hell wasn't going back in after them). Fortunately, the shirt he had been wearing was big enough that it currently went down to his knees, but that didn't reassure him much. All he wanted to do now was to take the sopping wet puppy in his arms and go back to his room and sleep until it was time to go back to the scho-

Oh wait. His room key was in his pants pocket. And his pants were at the bottom of the pool that had caused so much of this grief.

"..."

Flint plopped down in the middle of the courtyard, kind of wishing he could crawl into a hole and die.

Re: COURTYARD: Familty reunion lol

[pkloveomega.livejournal.com]

Lucas' day wasn't going that great right now, either. Not after Tony... and Jeff just... augh, it was so stupid! And now he was feeling all guilty all over again, and he still hadn't found Ionia to give her a new transformation ball, and... Jeff really could have handled that a lot better than he did!

Though that wasn't entirely fair. All three of them could have handled it a lot better.

Still... Lucas had spent very little of this trip actually relaxing, and how was he even supposed to find Ionia on his own when he couldn't even go into the girl's spring and if he ran into Jeff, he was going to--

Lucas stopped, doing a double take. There was a kid sitting in the courtyard who looked kind of like... just, with that hat and that puppy, it was sort of like a miniature version of... whoa, that was kind of eerie. Lucas moved a bit closer, trying to get a peek at the face beneath that massive hat.

Okay, this was eerie.

He looked just like Claus.

"U-um... excuse me...? A-are you lost, kid?" Did Lucas maybe have cousins up here that he didn't know about or something? For a moment, Jeff's remarks about Mr. Falcon being turned into a kid sprang into Lucas' mind, but... no, that was just too weird.

Room #1: Nintantics abound: I'm not crazy, really!

[asthma-hero.livejournal.com]

Things had settled down after the antics at the hot springs earlier on in the day. Now the students were asleep, nestled comfortably in their beds(or on the floor in Poo's case), resting up for their trip back to the campus.
Well...not all of them.

Ninten had gotten out of bed a while ago to relieve himself. It had been at least a half an hour he spent in the bathroom staring at himself in the mirror. His head was hurting; the world spinning. He gripped the sides of the porcelain sink, as he tried to keep his balance. He was shaking, and his breathing becoming more and more erratic.

He tried desperately over and over again to calm himself down. He didn't want to disturb his friends; wake them up while they were resting. His problems...they weren't theirs to worry about. It had only been getting worse. At first it was just the phone ringing in the distance, but now it had begun to expand into full hallucinations.
People who weren't there talking to him; creatures he battled appearing once more. Friends he had left behind staring at him. The Flyingman...their graves surrounding him.

Ninten stumbled backwards, trying to get out of the room as quickly as he could. He hit the wall hard, and clung to it, trying to keep his balance. All he could hear was the phone ringing constantly. His thoughts kept getting derailed as the phone became louder in his mind.
Then...that's all he could focus on...

Ninten stumbled forward, and dropped to the ground. He pushed himself up, grabbing a wooden bat which was sticking out of the bag. The pyschic teen clutched the wall, and pushed with all of his might. All he could see was that phone, all he could hear was that phone.
That. Damn. Phone.

The teen stumbled his way around Ness's bed, and to the small counter between them. There sat the room's phone, as quiet as it had been when they first arrived. To this boy, however, this phone was louder than anything he had ever heard.
And all he wanted, was for it to stop.

He raised his bat high into the air. His eyes feral, a dead lock with the phone below him. Ninten yelled, and pulled the bat down, smashing it into the phone below. Pieces of plastic went flying through the air, as the receiver was flung, sailing passed Ness, and into the wall beyond. But Ninten wasn't done there.
The ringing...it hadn't stopped.

Ninten yelled again, pulling the bat back up, and then down into the phone. Again and again he did this, ignoring everything else around him. All he saw was that phone, and no matter how hard he hit it, it just wouldn't stop ringing. Tears streaming down his face, Ninten continued to lay waste to the phone below until the ringing finally came to an end.

He stood there, hunched over his own bat, shaking, crying.
Tears hitting the bat, and gathering in the crudely carved lettering which wrapped around the bat's head.

N O C R Y I N G U N T I L T H E E N D

Re: Room #1: Nintantics abound: I'm not crazy, really!

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If Ninten's aim had been to wake Ness up, he only would've had to smash the phone once before calling it good; the first blow had Ness rocketing up in bed with a naturally tremendous start at the same time flinching away from the direction of the continuous noise. "Wh-what the heck--?!" It was too dark to see properly and the last thing he wanted to do was stick his arm out and fumble for the light switch, so he settled on just on speaking as he waited anxiously for his eyes to adjust, and hopped to the floor on the other side of his bed. "Poo, Ninten, is that you? --ow." Sharp piece of plastic. Jeez, what is that, the phone?

A few tense moments later the banging and crunching sounds came to an abrupt halt and Ness stood there with bated breath. Should he say something? --wait. He focused his ears. In the quiet night air Ninten's own rattly breathing was not too hard to pick up. Poo was practically incapable of creating loud noises, not to mention he was level-headed at all times so there was no reason for that to have been him...Ninten he couldn't say the same for, if only because Ness didn't know the other boy as well.

Then it struck him. In Ninten's journal he had mentioned hearing the telephone ringing, or his dad talking to him on the phone, or something like that. And earlier on in the hot springs, he hadn't exactly been displaying 100%-sane tendencies, running straight up the wall to get to the girls' side.

Ness' voice was soft as he spoke over his roommate's quiet sobs. "...Ninten...?"

COURTYARD: Time to make a decision

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((continued from the hot springs))

Parakarry flew around the courtyard, not paying too much attention to the chaos unfolding among the faculty.

He shivered and and clung to his Yukata while searching for a place to land. After finding a secluded area he drifted to the ground. He could feel the grass between his toes as he sat down. He folded up his wings. He looked up at the sky while the events of school year so far flashed through his mind.

He had been yelled at frequently by his boss for being "over-diligent" by making outside mail deliveries for other students. He had been bullied by Dimentio and ended up being the butt of one of his practical jokes that ended up getting some of his fellow students involved.
He had begun to question his own courage and whether his friends could actually depend on him once word of Porky's possible plot to harm the school reached his ears.
He failed English, he had missed a hefty amount of school due to delivering letters, and desperately tried to catch up to keep his parents happy while making himself miserable.

Then he finally admitted how upset he was along with his feelings for Bow that he had desperately tried to supress for years. All while breaking down in front of Mr. Weaville.

He took a breath. So what are you going to do now?

He was tired of being a coward and he was tired of letting others push him around while he made himself regret everything he ever did in his life.

He wanted to be a stronger and more dependable person. He wanted to stop denying himself of his own desires in life just to keep others happy. If not for his friends, then for himself!

But he had no clue what do or how to begin. Who could he speak to? What was he suppose to do?

He gave a sigh.

It's not going to be easy...but I'm determined!

FALCON AND OLIMAR'S ROOM: Wrapping things up for DJ

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((Immediately following this. No need for anyone to reply, just kind of providing closure to little Deej's adventures. Please to be enjoying the ten-year old wangst.))

"Goodbye, DJ! I... Ionia will play with you again someday! Ionia will--"

He didn't look back. He couldn't bring himself too. Instead DJ kept running, flipping his sunglasses down over his eyes to hide the hot, stinging tears that threatened to escape him.

Please smile, Ionia. I'll see you soon.

But she'd never know it. And that was perhaps the part that hurt the most, the knowledge that he'd still know her but she'd never see "DJ" again. He'd be right there in front of her but she'd never realize it.

He was halfway back to his room before he realized he didn't have a key, and had to awkwardly ask the employee at the front desk for a spare.

But when he finally returned he wasted no time in flinging the door open, slamming it shut behind him, throwing off his sunglasses and collapsing face-down on the bed. It took great effort to turn himself over to stare at the ceiling. His legs felt like lead, weighted down, like he couldn't run anymore even if he wanted to...a sharp contrast from the highly energetic behavior he had displayed all day. All at once he felt physically and mentally exhausted...possibly the result of the logical, more adult part of his mind catching up to him.

Falcon was used to being alone, but DJ craved attention and stimuli. So as he lay on his back, examining relatively interesting marks on the ceiling, he grew restless and vaguely wondered where Ollie was...and if he would come back to the room at all.

Slowly he managed to sit up and idly examine his surroundings. Everything was exactly the way they had left it, right down to only one bed messed up from being slept in. Reluctantly dragging himself off the mattress, he made his way to the duffel bag and exchanged the damp towel for a ill-fitting t-shirt that reached his knees. Then a red object near the bag caught his interest.

He reached over to pick up his helmet, sitting cross-legged on the floor and placing it in his lap, letting his left hand hold the smooth red surface as he looked down into the white triangles on the visor that passed for eyes. Somehow, despite their empty lifelessness, they seemed to stare straight into his.

A thumb briefly brushed over the gold emblem that graced the front before..."Hnghh!" He gripped the sides with both hands and violently flung it across the room. It rolled away and came to rest under a table as he let himself fall to the floor, breathing heavily and gazing at the ceiling once again.

Heh, I never did grow out of that temper.

Shut up and go away, Falcon, I don't wanna talk to you.

Come on, you had to do it.

No, I didn't have to do anything. YOU had to do it.

You're right, I did. Know why?

Yeah. But that doesn't mean I'm happy about it. I just wanted to stay with her.

You and I both know that would be impossible.

Why?

'Cuz you grew up a long time ago, DJ. And there wasn't a damn thing we could do to stop it.

He pulled himself up off the floor and into the bed, burying his head in the pillows. Maybe Ollie would come back soon and he wouldn't be alone.

For now he'd sleep.

((FFFFF my apologies for the goddamn novel. I'm done now, I promise.))

Moping around the hotel front

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Every step Tony took away from that room grew in strength, from a melancholy little head-down-stare-at-the-floor gait to a powerwalk to a jog to a flat-out run through the hallway, into the lobby and out the front door. He wanted, no, needed to be alone, just in case he was incapable of holding back the waterworks but more for the purpose of brooding, a difficult task with other people around.

He staggered to a stop beside Falcon's banged-up 'bus' panting, then paced a few more steps around the back and slumped to the ground in front of its back tire so he had something to lean against - and hide from people with. Knees draw up to his chest, Tony buried his face in his arms and simply sat there, slight quivering due mostly in part to his wearing nothing but a pair of wet swim trunks and a towel around his waist.

He hadn't expected it to hurt this bad, not with that tidbit of information Jeff had mentioned a week prior. Maybe he just hadn't believed it - well, he certainly didn't want to believe it. But seeing Jeff standing there with Lucas, gently setting the bombshell on the ground as he had done, it was unbearable. And to make matters worse even Tony realized at that point that his reaction wouldn't have left his friends feeling any better about the situation. Just closing the door and walking away? Perhaps he would've acted differently had Lucas not been there, in fact he was almost sure he would have, and maybe it wouldn't have resulted in Tony going into hiding like the coward he thought he was. He couldn't imagine anything else, though. He had been too meek to say anything so direct to Jeff, ever; too timid to do anything but write him letters or leave him messages on his phone that merely implied, ambiguously, that maybe Tony liked him; too weak-willed to admit anything other than that he worried about him. And now somebody with just a little more courage had stepped into the picture and whisked Jeff's heart away.

And so Tony continued sitting there, thinking and trying not to think, for a good long while, with only Falcon's bus and Charlotte to keep him company.

Moar Bar Adventures

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((After this. (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/74154.html?thread=2085802#t2085802) Backdated to Sunday evening))

After taking a shower and changing into pants and a t-shirt, Surge headed to the bar. He would have grabbed his jacket but it was a bit too warm for that. Taking a seat, he made sure there was an empty one next to it. He figured Goose was probably on his way, so he held off on ordering just yet. Although he could be an ass sometimes, Surge at least had the decency to wait for his drinking buddy to arrive.

With a grin, he promised himself that he wouldn't prank Goose if he got really drunk. At least, not prank him TOO badly.

Re: Moar Bar Adventures

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After changing himself into his usual casual attire (which consisted of a pair of plain denim jeans, a red t-shirt, and a spare pair of sunglasses), Goose found himself strutting into the bar just like on Saturday night, whistling a little tune as he scanned the room around him. Immediately catching sight of his newfound drinking pal, he grinned as best as a somewhat flustered (due to their encounter before this) guy possibly could.

Not wanting to attract any attention from whoever might have seen him the previous night by calling out as his name, he slipped silently up to one of the seats next to Surge and plopped down on it.

"... h-hey," was all the pilot could mutter, trying his best to keep the smile on his face and trying HARD to keep his face from warming up yet again. Maybe he shouldn't get so drunk tonight... maybe.