Happy Valentines! Your Love Is Toxic!

[iamtheeggman]

Who: EVERYONE
What: CUPIDBOTS
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: VALENTIMES DAY
Warnings: None yet, but will be updated if that changes

Ah, February 14th. A day for loving lovers to love... But at Smash Academy, it meant something else...

At the crack of dawn, they appeared. Tiny robotic cherubs wielding bows and arrows. Those who had been at the academy for some time knew what they were: The Cupidbots. Obnoxious, potentially life-ruining robots with one mission: Fire their arrows at unsuspecting passers-by, causing them to fall in love with the first person they saw for the next 24 hours. They would be gone by the next day, but still for the best to try and avoid them.

WHAT DO?

[[Go ahead and start up your own threads for random happenings, planned ships, or just throw your characters out and see who bites!]]

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[forgetbeam]

You have acquired one [1] Panicking Hall Monitor.

[ihateplumbers]

"Let's go somewhere a little more private, where we can get you a kitchen and an apron," said Bowser, as he stomped down the hallway, boy slung over his shoulder.

[forgetbeam]

"Put me down!" He pounded his fists against Bowser's spiked shell, for all the good that didn't do. What the actual hell was going on anymore?!

"Help!!"

[ihateplumbers]

"Keep your trap shut," said Bowser kindly, thwacking Ishimaru on the head with one of his fingers. "I'm taking you to my airship so you can bake me a cake."

[forgetbeam]

Wow, those claws hurt. But his bit his tongue and just wept silently to himself instead. Maybe... a cake was all it would be.

But he hadn't baked before. Would there be a recipe, at least?! What if he screwed up and burnt it or something? He'd probably be the one getting burned.

THIS WAS. THE WORST VALENTINE'S DAY.

[ihateplumbers]

Eventually, dear reader, Bowser took the sobbing manchild to his airship and deposited Ishimaru inside a surprisingly nice kitchen area. Perhaps a little too much pink appeared in the decor and in the appliances to be strictly fashionable.

"Normally this is reserved for princesses only," said Bowser. "You're very lucky to be able to use it. Now, put on an apron and make me a cake. I like every flavor of cake, as long as it's made with love," he added.

He stomped up to a set of heavy doors, and then turned around. "I'll be back in two hours, handsome." Bowser stepped out. There was a fatal clicking as the sound of tumblers falling into place -- a lock! -- reached Ishimaru's ears. There was no hope of egress.

[forgetbeam]

O...kay. This was infinitely better than being trapped and encouraged to kill his classmates, he supposed...

But still UNACCEPTABLE. He'd bring it up to the Headmasters as soon as he got out of here. So Bowser could get a slap on the wrist. For now, he'd better make sure he could get out of here. First things first, a thorough search of the cupboards so he could make a note of what was available!

Of course that wouldn't include a cookbook. Damn it. Okay, what was even in a cake? Sugar, flour, eggs...

...

Yeah, that was probably it. Okay, he could do this! Time to experiment and see what he could make!

Two hours passed.

Ishimaru had successfully prepared the following:

-One rock-hard sugary mass
-One falling apart cake that was burnt on the outside and runny in the middle
-Something that ended up more like a very eggy cookie
-One bowl of very runny icing
-One bowl of icing that was thick enough, but lumpy
-Endless tears.

At least he cleaned up after each failed attempt, so the kitchen looked a lot better than the cakes did.

[ihateplumbers]

Bowser eventually breezed back into the room. He shut the door behind him, firmly. He looked in at the kitchen area, expecting to see a beautiful, warm cake on the countertop.

Instead what he saw were a series of mistakes.

"What the fungus are those?" he asked, pointing dramatically to the counter top and Ishimaru's abortive attempts at pastry.

[forgetbeam]

OH GOD...

"I know! They're awful! I've never baked before! I'm trying to figure it out without a recipe... but I couldn't do it in time!!"

[ihateplumbers]

"I expected better of you," said Bowser. "When I love you so very much and this is how you repay me, with the worst cakes in the world."

He growled in bitter anger.

"I'm just going to have to lock you up in the dungeon until you learn how to bake."

[forgetbeam]

WHAT. Oh no, he was so not going to be locked up again.

"That's not an effective method of teaching at all! Isn't there a recipe book somewhere I could study!? I promise, if I had that, I could make a good cake!!"

Whoops, forgot about this

[ihateplumbers]

"I don't know," said Bowser. "Maybe."

"I'll go look for one," he said, as he let the door shut behind him again.

He wasn't going to go look for one.

You forgot and I just put everything off for 5 days...

[forgetbeam]

WELP.

Ishimaru was going to be trapped for quite some time.

At least he figured out how to make sugar cookies. Surprisingly.