Dorm Log!

[pitticus]

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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[rivalsweetscent]

[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.]

[rivalkidneypunch]

[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?

[rivalsweetscent]

[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.

i am iconstuck so have an unrelated cuteface

[rivalkidneypunch]

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.

totally relevant

[rivalsweetscent]

[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.

[rivalkidneypunch]

[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.

[rivalsweetscent]

[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!

[rivalkidneypunch]

[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.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[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.]

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Char had been leery of learning to fly for a long time after his evolution. Part of it had been fear his damaged wings couldn't hold him, part of it had been the guilty idea that he didn't deserve flight after the destruction his evolution had caused. Once he'd made that step, though, there hadn't been any nervousness: he was just as much a flying-type as a fire-type, after all. The sky was simply where he belonged.

Maybe it was a weird butterflies-in-tummy kind of feeling for something meant to be terrestrial, but a Jumpluff or Tropius might understand it: this is just a way of chasing the sun.]

Hey, kid, how high do you wanna go?

[rivalsweetscent]

[Bulba leaned in and pressed his cheek against Char's neck, watching the world slip by below them. Once the initial unease had passed, Bulba was settling into the whole thing rather quickly. There was no reason to fear how small everything was starting to look. Everything was perfectly fine right there between the powerful, flapping wings.]

Hmm... how high can you go?

[rivalkidneypunch]

Like 4600 feet according to the pokedex???

Higher than Pidge.

[Probably not even slightly true, but this is Char we're talking about. He can't resist showing off a little, so he glances over his shoulder at Bulba, flashes a reassuring grin, and starts gaining altitude.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[Bulba wouldn't have been able to tell the difference anyway. He instinctively held on to Char's neck a smidgen tighter, gasping quietly as they soared up higher.]

Ohhhhh....

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Better not to go pushing his limits, maybe. This'd be high enough. For a moment, just a slow, easy soar. Enough to adjust to the altitude.]

Hey. Kid. You got a good grip?

[Slow and easy, of course, being a very temporary state when you are Char.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[What was this strange feeling of dread?]

... Uh! Yeah!

[rivalkidneypunch]

Good.

[And with that. He pulls his wings in, tilts his nose downward, and starts SPIRALING DOWN TO EARTH. Bulba I sincerely hope you are the kind of person who is fond of roller coasters.]

[rivalsweetscent]

Wait what are you doooooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA--

[YOU WERE SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL THROUGH THE STRATOS BULBA. THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE DOING.]

--HAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.....

[rivalkidneypunch]

[In the immortal words of Tom Petty:

NOW YOU'RE FREEEEE


FREEE FALLLLIIIING

Except not really because that is definitely the ground right there and becoming a smear on the pavement is not a good way to cheer up at all. Out go the wings, and they pulled up into a swoop, hurtling a few feet above the ground at way too many kilometres an hour.

Before long, of course, they'd killed enough momentum for Char to pull into a landing, touching down nice and securely on good old terra firma.]

Well? Don'tcha wish you were a flyin' type, kid?

[rivalsweetscent]

[Bulba stayed firmly cemented to Char's back for the time being, trying to remember what it was like existing with a resting heart rate. He took big gulps of air, releasing them in shaky laughs against Char's neck.]

Ha.. haha... w-well its definitely a lot better when you can actually fly instead of floating everywhere.

[Dargons: 1, Balloons: 0.]

Besides, that's what I've got you for.

[rivalkidneypunch]

[If he were flexible enough, he just might have painted a stripe of dargon slobber right between Bulba's ears. Because dragon tongue all in your face is a great calm-down method. Alas, his neck is not rubber, so he just had to settle for a grin. Stay up there if you want, Bulba, piggybacks are just as acceptable as aerial dargonrides.]

Ha. Fair enough, kid. Feel like comin' along next time I decide to try a new trick out?

[Don't worry, Bulba, he's teasing, you are safe from tagging along on flaming loop-de-loops or whatever.]

[rivalsweetscent]

[If Char wasn't going to ask him to get off yet, then Bulba was just going to roll with this. The vine seat belt wasn't a necessity anymore, so he gingerly pulled those back. He stuck his tongue out at him a little bit.]

Maybe after you work all the kinks out of it.

[... He might have been partially serious.]

[rivalkidneypunch]

How about most of 'em? I can't promise we won't hit any buildings.

[rivalsweetscent]

Call it a weird gut feeling, but I think that might not be very conducive for our good health.

TYPOS

[rivalkidneypunch]

Since when was this team concerned with what's conducive for our health?

NOM

[rivalsweetscent]

Well, we're not dead yet, so that must count for something.