Dorm Log The Sequel To End All Sequels

[makesitcool]

Who: COLLECTIVE YOU
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus. If your heart dreams it, your fingers can type it.
When: The span of February 27 - March 13
Warnings: This log is yellow-taped with all kinds of potential warnings. If your filthy imagination can conjure it, this log can produce it.

Ripped off the last one and all its friends: Basically, here's how this works. 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. Feel like drawing graffiti on Professor Jin's door? Apologizing for the aftermath of the latest cupidbot fiasco? Doing each others' hair and talking about boys? Giving your trusted(?!?) friends a free ride in the dryer? Staying up late at night making use of those dick-shaped cake pans you found in the cupboard? Man, I don't care, just do it! Don't let this log get away untagged.


Directory
Ai | Alter Ego | Apple Kid | Banjo | Blaze | Bowser | Bulba | Caim | Celes | Chiyo | Cyrus | Daisy | Edgeworth | Eggman | Eirika | Eli | Ellistree | Falcon | Flint | Garry | Gold | Goombella | Gordon | Green | Hilda | Innes | Ishimaru | Jock | Jolt | Knuckles | Lucca | Mac | Manah | Marie | Mary | Max | Milimili | Mondo | Nabooru | Naegi | Noel | Ocelot | Pit | R.O.B. | Rhys | Rick | Riwane | Samus | "Seth" | Shadow | Silver | Skull Kid | Snake | Soryk | Vinnie | Voile | Wheatley | X | Zelda (OoT) | Zelda (ST)

Comments

is she in the cupboard... Ib... are you trapped inside...

[icequeen_aran]

WHAT IN THE WORLD...

She hears that rude and atrocious banging loud and clear. Without thinking too much about it, her hand flies to the paralyzer she keeps strapped to her thigh (school attire and all) and she stalks down the hallways towards the sound.

What will she find as she rounds the corner, gun first?

yes... send help... she's in an r. melly song...

[redthief]

Nothing inside the hallway out of the ordinary, but the doors that were usually there and other pieces that made it up. The sound itself goes quiet for a while, the one behind it growing tired of the stinging it causes to her hand.

But she had been tired before that, yet there was never a time to sleep. She hadn't wanted to sleep there though, in that world of horrors. Her hand slipped down against the wooden door, her forehead resting against it.

No demons had come to snatch at her, but the anxiety still clung to her body. The lack of danger didn't make her feel any better. She was still scared. She wanted to find Garry and go home and see her parents.

Ib banged against the door again, three more times.

and I looked at her...

[icequeen_aran]

There--in the cuboard. Judging from the strength of the banging it may have been a someone or something of small stature. Tired sounding. Solitary.

Samus approached with caution, keeping her steps silent as she slowly came closer. With her eyes and gun trained sharply on the door she reached forward and quickly flipped open the hatch keeping the doors locked. In one smooth movement she flung the door open, prepared for--

"...A student?" Slightly bewildered the blonde looked... for all of about a split second. This really wasn't anything out of the ordinary for Smash Academy but the interrogation would come all the same.

"What were you doing in there?"

and she looked at me...

[redskirts]

Her hand had fallen from the door, herself too. She had leaned back, exhausted and her nerves on edge more than they had ever been. Part of her wanted to just cry and scream, but there was little energy inside of her body to do either of them.

But a sound came, and Ib's head rose a bit- and then the whole of her body moved back as the light flooded in, a hand to catch her balance as she went from sitting on her legs to onto her backside. It wasn't bright, but it had been the first time in ages that Ib had seen it, and a hand went in front of her face.

It was there, too, from the unknown that had come to her, a figure Ib didn't have time to observe but was instantly cautious of. She had wanted out, but was afraid all the same.

Yet the voice she heard, the question- it was human. A lady. Was it a person? Ib lowered the arm in front of her down a little, to let her eyes creep over the side to see what or who it was.

A woman. One with a head. Ib stared at her, confused about what was going on. Her expression was an uneasy one, scared and unsure, and her skin was an unusual pale that it had become thanks to the gallery.

Her lips parted to answer her with something, but uncertainty of whether or not she was dreaming made Ib silent instead.

and I looked at her

[icequeen_aran]

Fear.

It was a look Samus knew all too well, seen countless times in the faces of her enemies as they stared down the barrel of her gun--be it the arm cannon or the one in her hand. Even in the speechless faces of the hostages and innocents she hoped to save--they looked at her all the same. And she hated that. She hated most of all how much she had grown used to it; how jaded and helpless she was to fix it.

She frowned and lowered her gun, then slowly lowered herself onto one knee. Gentle was still a concept the bounty hunter struggled with, but there was compassion in her blue eyes that no painting or mannequin could ever display.

"Here."

She still wanted to know how and why the little brunette was trapped in here, but first things first. Samus slowly extended her hand to Ib, palm open.

"Take my hand."

[redskirts]

A gun of no sort had never been pointed in her direction ever before, and Ib didn't realise how much it had her frozen in place along with everything else. As it lowered, Ib didn't speak, but she did breathe shakily between her parted lips, her eyes still on the woman before her.

If the moment right then was any sort of a dream, the sort that warped away into a nightmare soon enough, it had not yet come. Instead, Ib saw the compassion that had little place in nightmares, translated in the woman's consideration, to her lowered level and the hand she extended out. Ib's gaze only moved away from the woman temporary, to look at the world around and behind Samus that she could see from where she sat on the floor.

The world was normal and quiet around them, and her eyes had become adjusted by then to the light that wasn't too bright to begin with. It wasn't a look around to see if she could make an escape, but to give herself some tiny reassurance before she accepted the woman's hand. It was... safe, wasn't it?

There was no truly knowing whether or not it was from a momentary look like that, but Ib followed the woman's instructions, and she reached out her hand to give to the lady's open one, wrapping her fingers around into a light grip.

[icequeen_aran]

From here Samus needed to get her somewhere safe feeling and to that she paused only momentarily before standing, sheathing her gun, and leading the way. Her steps were slow and she kept a watchful eye on Ib as she directed her towards the faculty lounge. There, there was a large couch, drinks and snacks. Things that she could use to try and comfort Ib before proceeding with the battery of questions lingering on her thoughts.

"Follow me. Let's go get you something to drink. Are you thirsty?"

[redthief]

Ib didn't falter in following Samus's lead thanks to her consideration, her eyes looking around at what they passed, or darting in whichever direction a sudden noise seemed to come from. At such times, her grip on the woman's hand became tighter.

The question, as simple as it were, took Ib a moment to think the answer for. She was thirsty, had been for some time, though she had ignored it for so long; there had been nothing to do about it then. But it felt odd too, to just accept a drink like this, from this woman she didn't know. A stranger with a gun... she looked more like an authority figure than a bad guy though. Like a policewoman.

Ib eventually nodded her head, slowly, after looking up once to the woman. If she was someone important... maybe she could find her way back to the exhibition? The real one? And to her parents...?

[icequeen_aran]

It wasn't a farfetched assumption; her time in the Galactic Federation included police work for a brief time, or the space military equivalent thereof. That was long since past, however. Samus still acted the part, just without the pride... and preju limitations of a 'badge'.

"..."

No answer, huh? Maybe she was too stunned and scared from being trapped inside the cupboard for so long? (Her frightened occasional squeezes and flinches certainly indicated this.) It was also a possibility that she was a mute protagonist. Between Chell and Caim, Samus was finding it wasn't a terribly uncommon occurrence here. Best to be blunt and ask that directly--once they got to the calm and safety of the lounge... provided it was unoccupied.

Thankfully, it was so. Samus lead Ib inside, guided her to the couch and then offered a seat. Next she got back down on one knee, back to eye-level with her.

"Can you speak?"

[redthief]

Though the room was an enclosed space, there was something about the normality of it that made Ib find some peace in entering it. Not much, but with things seeming to be more... natural, by the second, the thought that the girl had somehow escaped...

But Ib couldn't linger on thoughts like that, not for long. She took the seat, hands by her sides on the surface of the couch, and looked back at the woman. There was something about her that still unsettled the girl. Maybe because she was an adult she didn't know, and in a place she didn't recognise.

And her question...

- I can.
- ...
- Stare intently.

"... I can," Ib answered, her voice slightly low, but not a whisper. For the tiny bit the woman made Ib tense, it wasn't enough for her to be rendered speechless. And for how more and more normal the world was seeming, she was finding her courage somewhere in her, too.

"Where am I? ... Is this the gallery?"

Could she be where the public doesn't go? It was possible...

[icequeen_aran]

Oh good, that was one bridge crossed; inevitably it would prompt more questions, hopefully ones with answers.

Samus shook her head slowly. "This is a school. Did you come from a gallery?"

[redthief]

Ib nodded her head to that.

"We were trying to get out, but Mary pushed us," she explained, still speaking in the same lowish voice. "It went dark... Garry disappeared, and I couldn't get out."

As unreal as it sounded the truth was the best as Ib could think to tell it. The thought of Garry though made her frown. Where did he go?

[icequeen_aran]

"I see." Samus said with a thoughtful hum.

Then she picked Ib up under her arms and quietly shoved her back in the cupboard.