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Smash Rising Mods ([personal profile] mansionstaff) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2012-04-20 04:27 pm

[OPEN] 4th Wall Weekend - Campus

Who: ME AND YOU
What: 4th wall weekend shenanigans
Where: In the general vicinity of the campus WHEREVER YOU WANT
When: April 27th-29th
Warnings: shenanigans
Event Info Post: here

Welcome to Smash Academy. If you're new here, the first thing you'll probably notice is the looming clock-tower. That's the main building where animes most the classes and strangely accommodating Headmasters are. (That said, the Headmasters are a pair of giant floating hands and one is noticeably much more Crazy than the other, rambling on about oranges and other nonsense...) Around the main building are other facilities you'd expect to see at a school, and despite it being spring break, many bodies are still on campus.

The boy's dormitory wing (BE), the girl's (BW), and the teacher's dorms (TD) are still active with their inhabitants. The common rooms that join BE and BW act as central hubs; in each common room you will find a TV, video games and other such forms of entertainment, as well as some super comfortable couches and chairs about, and a small communal kitchen which may or may not be clean or occupied. There are also communal laundry rooms shared by students and faculty alike. Note: Smash Academy is not in any way, shape, or form responsible for lost or stolen articles of clothing (especially underwear).

The library is MAMMOTH and hard to miss; currently run by an easy to miss five year old albino pikmin girl. The cafeteria/dining hall is also hard to miss, with lunch lunch served daily by your friendly neighborhood Ursaring with a laser eye. If there's nothing appealing here, there are a couple of vending machines are scattered around campus. Careful, they are wily beasts. There's also a campus cafe as far as food options go.

Also found on campus is: a greenhouse, computer labs, the highly esteemed faculty lounge, not so highly esteemed detention rooms/holding cells, mailroom, weight room and a gymnasium. And, yeah, we've got a fancy heated indoor/outdoor swimming pool for all your swimming needs. The courtyard is an open, central location in the school nestled between the dorm wings. There is of course the courtyard fountain, the occasional tree or decorative shrub, and plenty of benches for you to park your 'kesters on. It should probably go without saying, but there's also scattered on campus bathrooms with strange phone numbers scrawled into the walls and janitor closets our janitor would probably not approve of you making out in.

However, the most notable building on campus is probably the gigantic Fighting Stadium. It looks and operates exactly like the Brawl stage, only more. Instead of just Pokemon areas, it can simulate any battle arena imaginable. In addition, items and other special circumstances can be controlled through a podium off to the side. Spars and brawling classes are generally held here, but it is also open to individual training sessions any time. By default, the stadium has safety protocols on by default which negate some pain and characters falling and exploding to their death, but they can be overridden and turned off which means pain and death is a definite possibility.

Since that possibility is quite the possibility at a fighting school like this, it would only make sense for Smash Academy to have an equally advanced nurse's office/infirmary. If you find yourself sick, hurt or in need of medical attention, Rhys andor NPC nurse ladies can make you feel aaaaalllll better.

If you're looking to venture a little beyond the campus, you might pass by the parking lot/hangar; if you've got a vehicle and you drove/flew/rolled/biked/trotted/rode it to school, chances are you parked it here... and your fellow students/faculty would probably greatly appreciate it if no shenanigans befall their vehicles.

Bordering Smash Academy are some grassy fields, a forest, and a misleadingly placid lake; currently home to a Gyrados named Mr. Fish, and formerly home to the (now dead) Kraken. The forest is that of a temperate deciduous forest--lush woods dominated with varying varieties of maple, oak, pine, and birch. There's probably a few other video game derivative species in there if you're very particular about your flora.

Spring is in bloom, so the forest is alive with explosions of flowers, and subsequently birds and bees. Local wildlife varies about as much, including wild Pokemon, "normal animals", and creatures of a more fantastical nature. Again, if you're particular about your fauna, they're mostly video game derivative species. Creature temperaments vary between very tame and very wild, so take caution.

[[OOC: THE NITTY GRITTY AND RULES:
- OPEN LOG AVAILABLE TO EVERYONE.
- Please start your threads with where your character is, so others can come in.
- If you are going to have makeouts / battles / anything kinda sketchy, PLEASE MARK IT SO ACCORDINGLY as you tag to warn the others.
- Mark your threads OPEN and CLOSED depending on your plans.
- If your character knows others (a 4th wall breakage) make sure that the other person is okay with it before going "Hey I played your game", etc. we're trusting you guys to communicate with each other for such things.
- ENJOY, AND HAVE FUN!

DON'T FORGET! ALL THE COOL DUDES ON PAGE 2! AND PAGE 3!]]
no_objections: sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: Other M screencap (thumbs down // Srsly)

[personal profile] no_objections 2012-05-07 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Kerosene...?!" Samus parroted incredulously. Her train of thought was basically on par with Char's, which was probably made clear not a moment after her head snapped in his direction.

"...How? That doesn't sound anything like him!"
rivalkidneypunch: (why are you so dumb)

[personal profile] rivalkidneypunch 2012-05-08 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, he could see where this was going. Better just nip the inevitable clusterfuck of confusion in the bud. The last thing he needed was for shit to collapse into some kind of "Who's On First" routine.

"That's 'cause I ain't that candy-ass Charmander," he snapped. "I'm the Kerosene that made a few less piss-awful life decisions. I dunno what bullshit magic brought you or the asshole dragon over here, or how certain fuckface robots know about it, but you knew Bizarro Universe me. I'm Alpha Universe Kerosene. I'm a Charizard, I belong to Green, Vap's a Misdreavus, and you're a superhot cougar who desperately wants to date me." Yes, this is definitely an accurate description of Char's universe.
powersuit_aran: (stare of a disapproving nature)

[personal profile] powersuit_aran 2012-05-16 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Samus knew better than to comment on his uncannily accurate description of his universe and it didn't even prompt so much as a sardonic chortle. Perhaps in another situation she might have been able to find a shred of humor in it; how vastly different a few less piss-awful life decisions had changed him so drastically... but this was not that time.

She was as grave and steely as the suit she wore.

"That asshole dragon was none other than Ridley. Leader of the space pirates, and sadistic murderer." Bombshell number two.
no_objections: sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: Other M screencap (I don't understaaaand)

[personal profile] no_objections 2012-05-16 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps a bombshell for Char, but not so much for her.

"I know damn well who he is." Samus seethed through grit teeth. The anger and ire was easier to express now that the diabolical space dragon wasn't present. Fear gripped her so ruthlessly, and nearly choked her right where she stood. "I've known him since I was three years old."

If... either of them; this Power Suit wearing person or this other dragon guy hadn't been around...

"Who are you?" Samus tried again.
powersuit_aran: (staring)

[personal profile] powersuit_aran 2012-05-16 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Predictably, the enigmatic Mr. Bailey remained silent.
rivalkidneypunch: (WHOA fuck that shit)

[personal profile] rivalkidneypunch 2012-05-26 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoa, is it just me, or were there some important clues being implied here? Asshole Dragon was a pirate? Pirates were a thing that had been mentioned in passing to a now-dead crime ringleader two or three years back -- long enough that the mention of space pirates does not immediately raise very many red flags.

Murderous space dragons, however, do fill in a lot of blanks. Blanks involving conversations about personal grudges and eating bugs and space taxis. Biomech's somebody who can only be figured out splinter by splinter, if at all -- this is scratching at the surface of something important, isn't it? Even bizarro-world Samus still projected that jaded tough-as-nails aura, but she'd been frozen with fear before Baileybot and Firebutt had shown up on the scene. Mentioning knowing the asshole dragon since she was three just put a whole other confusing spin on this.

The gears kept churning away slowly in the back of Char's mind as he directed an impatient look over to the enigmatic Mr. Fuckwad. Pay attention when hot girls are talking to you, Bailey. Jesus. "This asswad apparently goes by Justin Bailey. He's some kinda police SWAT guy or some insufferable shit like that," Char snapped, since apparently Captain Bombshell was unwilling to introduce himself.
no_objections: (arms crossed // GRUMP)

[personal profile] no_objections 2012-05-28 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Justin Bailey..." The more Samus thought she had this figured out, the more she realized she didn't--and that was frustrating. It was about as frustrating as realizing she was completely vulnerable before, and could have easily died. The Power Suit was one of a kind, bio-tailored just to her and technology so unique and advanced that it was nearly impossible to replicate. She... she had no reason to not use it to defend herself, but she was so scared she just couldn't think of anything else.

The idea that someone else could be wearing her "skin", and did with it what she apparently couldn't was not only revolting, but embarrassing. Frustration that was with herself was now being projected, ironically, towards the Mr. Fuckwad of mention. Not enough that JB couldn't be thanked for his heroics.

"Thanks." Samus forced out. "For your help."

She stood more firmly, but found herself taking steps towards Char, as if silently and stubbornly showing who's side she'd rather be on right now. This "Kerosene", who wasn't at all like the Kerosene she knew, somehow made far more sense in this situation than strong, silent insufferable shit with her fucking suit. Samus could relate to being angry.
powersuit_aran: (see you later)

[personal profile] powersuit_aran 2012-05-28 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
"..."

So that's how it was. Samus wasn't entirely surprised. Any number of things could have been going through her head and all were probably muddled by anger.

Samus could relate to being angry...

Her and Char should get along fine, she decided. It was a decision of established trust, that, unfortunately, would go completely unrecognized by the dragon.

"I'm leaving her in your care." Spoken like some kind of police SWAT guy, the enigmatic Bailybot then slowly turned heel and walked away, saying nothing more.
no_objections: sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: Other M screencap (FFFFFF)

This is the most self indulgent thread how are you putting up with me...

[personal profile] no_objections 2012-05-28 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Once JB was out of earshot, Samus nearly throw her hands up in the air with a growl. "I can't believe that...! Who does he think he is? I don't need to be baby sat!"
rivalkidneypunch: (i don't get it)

Because delicious biomech threads

[personal profile] rivalkidneypunch 2012-05-29 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Char's head was still swimming with questions. Why did the Baileybot know all the things he did? Just what was the deal with Samus and Asshole Dragon? Was it too late to peg the aforementioned Bailey in the back with a Flamethrower? Who did the guy think he was, anyway? Go spouting a bunch of floor-shattering bullshit, patronizingly hand out babysitting duty, then ooze off to go be infuriatingly vague somewhere else?

"Sure as hell hope you don't, because I don't fuckin' babysit." Char shot one last venomous look in the direction Bailey'd strutted off in. One of these days, Bailey. One of these daaayyys. "Coulda taken that asshole dragon on without him, anyway," he grumbled.

Which... led him right back to the jigsaw puzzle that was still struggling to be put together in the back of his head. He turned his attention back to Biomech Jr., vexation fading from his expression.

"...What about you?" One thing he'd taken for a universal constant, after all, was that Samus Aran was a fighter. This was a woman who hadn't flinched to snuff a life out underneath her heel, who shrugged off gunshot wounds and Mawile jaws, who had (apparently, if she was to be believed) gone ahead and gone toe-to-toe with another flavour of dragon during his freshly-evolved rampage across the school. Fear, hesitation, pacifism... none of these possibilities were things he associated with the likes of Biomech. Justin Bailey had generously dumped some exposition, yes, but the why was still a very vague and confusing thing.
no_objections: (arms crossed // GRUMP)

well ok then

[personal profile] no_objections 2012-06-09 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Fine. She mentally spat and crossed her arms stubbornly. At his inquiry, she only squeezed herself tighter.

"I could have taken him on." It was an immediate response; fired right out of her mouth, safety off. As much as Samus convinced herself of this, she knew it was a lie and let her eyes drift anywhere that allowed her to not admit unspoken defeat to this other dragon. She knew little of him, but the fact remained he did what she couldn't.

"I... should have." She admittedly softly.

After having said that, somehow it was easier to look him in the eye again. She was genuinely curious about something now--something about him since Mr. Bailey would prove to be of no further help.

"Have you ever been so shaken up by something that..." Wording it would have been no easier, him or the robot... "...your body just freezes, like you have no control over it anymore? Even if your brain is screaming at you to move, you just can't?"