smash_logs | Dorm Log!

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Dorm Log!

Who: ALL the party people (Smash Academy)
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond. Everything is acceptable.
When: March 9- March 25
Warnings: Do I really need to say a thing?

Ripped off the last one and all its friends: Basically, here's what's going 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! Whatever you want. 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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[So things had been... busy. Busy was definitely a word. It might not have been the right word but it was definitely one that Bulba was going to use right now. Busy and more than a little on the extreme side of things when it came to throwing his emotions around. First he was ecstatic that Char was back, but then Kirby had come back and... Good things couldn't come by themselves anymore, it seemed.

At any rate, he probably owed Char a few explanations for things.

... and to be honest, he just really wanted to spend some time with the dragon. That was how it came to be that Bulba was knocking on the door.]

[Char wasn't exactly up to anything super important that afternoon. He'd really just been lying in bed with Rasputin sprawled on his nice, warm back, flipping through one of Mathilda Beech's many books with a look hovering between amusement and annoyance.

At the sound of the knock, the book got shoved carelessly between mattress and headboard, and a little jostle of the wings cued Rasputin to scuttle off of him.]

C'mon in, it ain't locked.

[And so it was a Bulba that opened the door and poked his head in.]

Hey.

[Oh, Bulbas. Bulbas are always welcome. Char sat up, stretching his wings out.]

Hey, kid. What's up?

[Bulba shrugged a little, welcoming himself into the room.]

Not a whole lot... What are you up to?

Just killin' time. You ever tried readin' those science-y Pokemon-prof books on your own species? Funny as hell.

Heh, I did a long time ago. They can get pretty lofty, huh?

[Now he is helping himself to this rogue computer chair and wheeling over a little. Hello, Rasputin. Bulba would just pat you on the spider head.]

Any good parts?

[... Except Bulba could not see the book in question so wait.]

[Oh, right, tossing his shit into crevices. Let's yank that back out for a sec and do some quick flipping through. Oh, here we go. He holds the book up next to his face, showing off that lovely glossy full-color shot of a Chayzard from some conformation show or another.]

This one's got a chapter on breed standards. The perfect Charizard... what do you think, kid, pretty close resemblance?

[Hahaha Char don't kid yourself you are a genetic trainwreck.]

This one's all about domestic ones anyway, so it's about as accurate as a Zubat attemptin' calligraphy. Bet the 'saur stuff ain't much better, though.

[Bulba had to wonder if Char had hid the book because of what it was or because it was proof that sometimes the Charizard read books. He grinned a little bit and tapped a finger near the corner of his eyes.]

I don't know, I think I prefer the blue.

The 'saur one was... eh. Not much better is probably accurate, but I haven't hung out in the Gardens enough to really know.

[He settled his arms over the back of the chair, resting his chin on top. Did he look really tired? He might have looked really tired.] It'd be nice to visit one again someday, I guess. [Ah, the tiny sigh of someone who'd love some sort of vacation. Hello.]

[Char, admittedly, was not overly fond of the idea of Bulba and the Gardens. Not so much because he didn't approve of getting in tune with your species -- that was very much a thing he was all for. It was more that Bulba's Wild Self and Vinnie were apparently not at all mutually exclusive things, and he did not particularly relish the idea of Bulba ditching the team to go have giggly little injokes in his Cool Kids Club with Vinnie.

Still, he's doing his best with this "if you can't say anything nice, shut your instigating mouth" thing, and yes hello Bulba does in fact look really tired. It is kind of depressing that this is an expression that Char is getting used to seeing.]

Maybe you do need some kinda break. No offense kid, but you're lookin' kinda droopy.

[Someday. Someday the Gardens and Vinnie would not have to be things that needed to happen as a pair. The were whispers of a pod near Viridian, but he'd never had the chance to go looking for it. That was something that would have to wait until later and he had the time. There was a reason they were no more than whispers.

Bulba shook his head a bit.]

None taken, I've been feeling pretty droopy too. [He curled his fingers up in his sleeves, glancing off a little.] Stuff just likes to keep happening, I guess.

[This was Char's invitation, should he desire the awkward conversation to follow.]

[What kind of broter would he be if he wasn't willing to make his clumsy bull-in-a-china-shop efforts at helping? ...A slightly less destructive broter, technically. Still, the invitation's there, so what else can he do? Mathilda Beech's lovely literature gets shoved away once more.]

Like what? What happened, kid?

[Bulba took in a breath and released it quietly, as if he was prepping himself for this conversation. He gave Char an apologetic look, since talking about boyfriends was bound to be weird.]

Well... It was after you left but... Kirby did too. It wasn't going to work out that way since... well. [Bulba gave a helpless little shrug.] It came down to a choice, and I made the only one I could.

So I broke up with him, I guess. It didn't go bad... I think we could still be friends but...

[Now he was staring very intently at the corner of Char's bed. Gee it sure was interesting and not teeming with horrible feelings. This was now officially the Very Awkward Zone.]

[Oh god oh no. Char was probably the least qualified person ever to give love advice in general, let alone gay love advice. Oh god how is he even gonna. For a moment the lines between my roster have blurred and Char has a complete deer in headlights look. This is not going to be a conversation that goes well at all.]

But...? It get all awkward on you or somethin'?

[This was the hard part. This was the part where Bulba tried to tell himself that it was okay. He had gotten his big cry out. He didn't need to do that anymore, especially not in front of Char. Definitely not in front of Char.]

Sort of... [Bulba bit his lip.]

He came back a little while ago. [He glanced at Char, still looking a few shades of pathetic despite his efforts.]

...

He has no idea who I am.

[Ohhhh god dammit. It would be something like that, wouldn't it? Bulba had never known the sting of a permanent rejection, like Aiden or Green's parents had once handed out; Char doubted that someone as thin-skinned as Bulba had built up any sort of armor against a blow like this. He didn't even have the luxury of blaming Kirby for it -- knowing the kid, he'd be more likely to have blamed himself than blame anyone else, but still, it was far more stinging to be wronged and to be unable to assign responsibility or meaning to it. This had just... happened without reason.

So how are you gonna make this better, Char? Kicking the crap out of Kirby won't fix it, and let's not kid ourselves: all you're really capable of doing is handing out the hurt.

For lack of a better idea... one of his wings flared out, curving slightly in a silent, roundabout invitation for a hug. Yes, affection is still apparently the hardest thing in the world, but you really look like you need it, Bulba.]

[There was a moment where Bulba looked surprised. It didn't last for too long. He hadn't been actively seeking out a comforting wing, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take advantage of it while it was there. The invitation did not need to be repeated for Bulba to get up out of the chair. Within moments he was huddled up by Char's side, hardly making a sound.

It had happened so entirely out of the blue, Bulba could never have been expecting it. He had had vague undercurrents of fear over the possibilities of what might happened ever since Red came back with his memory lapses. What would happen if any of his team came back missing a few of their memories? It did not occur to him that it could be someone else too.

He had never dared to entertain the possibility of being forgotten entirely.

There really wasn't a whole lot for him to say about it. So he just turned his head, leaning it against Char's shoulder.]

[Even if there wasn't anyone else in the room besides those two and Rasputin, Char kept his wings bowed around Bulba, shielding him away from the rest of the world. C'mon, Char, say something. At least they'd already been broken up for months? No, no that. Definitely not that. "It coulda hurt a lot more" does absolutely nothing to make the pain that is already there go away. Try harder, Char.]

Kid, uh... listen, door's always open. We don't gotta talk about it or nothin', just... if you don't wanna be alone, y'got me.

[And also even if it won't fix anything, Char will still punch Birky out if necessary. Just laying that out there.]

In fact... you wanna stay here tonight?

[Punching Birky probably wouldn't have done a lot of good. Bulba probably wouldn't have liked that much.

This however, Bulba concluded silently to himself, was what he really needed for this. It was the sort of comfort that only his team was really capable of giving. It was a constancy he knew he could rely on. His family wasn't going to go anywhere.

But now more than ever, Bulba was afraid of Char taking off.

He curled up a little closer because of it, feeling a bit empowered by the cloak of secrecy Char's wings provided. This was why he had shown up at Char's door, though he was getting a lot more than he had anticipated. More than anything he had just wanted to spend some time with his brother.

Bulba tilt his head up to look at him, a small, thankful smile forming.]

... I'd like that a lot, actually.

Good.

[Rufflin' those ears now. Char was still not too big on the whole touchy-feely thing unless your name happened to be Green, sure, but Bulba was definitely all about the contact, so let's try to keep doing stuff that'll build his spirits up a little.

Char's not entirely sure how to explain the whole "there is a very sparkly bishonen in my bed tonight" thing to Souji, since this roomie is a little too new and unfamiliar for Char to have given off too many hints that he runs on anything but annoyance and instigation, but "don't ask any questions or I'll knee you in the nads" is probably explanation enough. Perpetually-heartcrushed broters take precedence over roomie street cred.

Thus, let's keep focused on the kid and hope we can keep tentatively wobbling in the right direction.]

It's your call how we spend the rest of the day. You can cry it out if you gotta, or I take you flyin', we get popsicles, and we waste a couple hours on Digimon Stadium minigames.

[Oh, gosh, ear ruffles. Bulba let out a tiny appreciative sigh without realizing it, tilting his head towards it. Yep, still very much a puppy. He would honestly be quite content with just this, buuut that wasn't how Char rolled and those other things sounded pretty good too.

He hesitated just a moment, shifting his gaze off towards something else.]

I think I'm already all cried out... [It was a little awkward admitting that it happened, considering Char was who normally caught most of the brunt of his tears. It just felt bad to say that it had happened again, like he had failed something. He perked up again quickly though, looking back up at Char with a somewhat hopeful look.]

That second option sounds a whole lot better.

[Oh, no, even more confused feels. The Charizard part of him suggested this wasn't such a bad thing -- if he was maybe crying it out on his own, then that was at least sort-of-kind-of a step towards being self-reliant. He knew better than that, though -- maybe Char was convinced being a good brother would have to mean to bend himself into being a Venusaur, but he'd seen just how badly trying to see Bulba through a Charizard's eyes worked out.

Maybe he was getting a little better at it, too -- for some reason, knowing he wasn't the one Bulba turned to when he'd needed to cry was kind of... it was an odd feeling. Was this something he should be worried about? ...Aw, fuck it. To hell with dwelling on it; good things never came out of second-guessing this shit.]

Yeah, guess it kinda does. Alright, kid, let's get goin'. Those popsicles ain't gonna get themselves.

[It was another awesome edition of Bulba Has No Idea What You Are Thinking about. It made for some pretty oblivious times. Bulba was able to detach himself from Char's side without much worry, already trying to look ahead to the things they were going to do so that he wouldn't think about why they were doing them. He was no where near ready for his idle thoughts to be of much else. It'd probably take even longer considering the other boy was actually on campus and not vanished somewhere.

That's where distractions were super handy, and these would probably prove to be excellent distractions.

So he might have looked a little over eager when he was waiting near the bed.]

Ok!

[Kerpoof. One quick switch to dargonself, and one scooping up of broters and depositing them on dargon backs. Dynamic entry out the window, alas, isn't an option in light of fatass chayzards, so Bulba's just getting piggybacked until they're out of the dorms and in the open air.]

Hang on tight, kid, I don't come with no seatbelts.

[Please keep your seatbelts locked and your trays in the upright position during takeoff. He flared his wings, took a bit of a running start, and... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE LIFTOFF.]

[Whoop there they went. He had chuckled a bit during piggy backs but NOW THEY WERE IN THE AIR. Despite having flown with Char a few times before, this was still an incredibly new and thrilling experience. It was also a little alarming still for someone that was used to flying around in a pokeball. Saurs were not airborne creatures. They preferred to keep their roots near the soil and this was very much not on the soil.

He did as he was instructed, clinging tightly to Char's neck, but decided that improvising his own seatbelts would be a handy idea since there wasn't a whole lot of weight keeping him on the dragon's back. Two vines slipped snugly around Char's middle, and the Ivysaur felt like he could let the dragon breathe normally.

Oh god oh man oh god there was so much wind in his face and they were going super fast and oh gosh this whole take off thing just forced him into a small fit of giggles as soon as he could catch his breath again.]

FOR CHAR at some point ambiguously backdated.

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