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

[travelingdarkness]

Blake was sitting in a shady spot on his bed, curled up with a book with a bowl of knuckle bones - probably beef - to the side. (They made for a good, crunchy snack, and Nancy was always very generous in giving him butcher scraps.) The Mightyena looked up mid-chew when Seth spoke, surprised by the sudden request.

"Ah, of course." Though why Seth was asking for his opinion, he had no idea. Tentatively bookmarking his place, Blake shuffled over to the edge of his bed and peered at the article of clothing in question. He looked it over, up and down, tilting his head as he did so.

"It's very... aggressive." There was just so much red, all of it. "The coat length seems inconveniencing."

[stay_classy_cat]

"It is!" The blonde agreed, pressing it up against his body.

"I got this tailored a long time ago but never had the opportunity to give it a good wear about, and what a shame. It's just so long! They did an awful job."

Seth's attention was now quite focused back on Blake.

"How tall are you, Blake? Precisely."

[travelingdarkness]

"Five feet and one inch. Or one hundred fifty-five centimetres," he supplied.

He was very short. That coat was probably taller than he was.

[stay_classy_cat]

What a shorty cutie pants. The coat was definitely taller than he was.

"Oh that's no good, then. Not anywhere near close. You'll trip over your own legs!" Seth carelessly tossed the entire ensemble behind him, vaguely aiming for a trash can. Very quickly he was back in the closet, rummaging through everything.

"But don't worry, I have something else that might fit."

Run Blake, run while you can.

[travelingdarkness]

And yet he did not. Fleeing could trigger pursuit instinct in a hunter and expose one's fear and weakness. Blake did smile a little awkwardly and tilt his head, however.

"Pardon me, Seth, but... you needn't trouble yourself with thinking of me."

[stay_classy_cat]

"Nonsense! I want to help you out! And help my closet get cleaned out too~ Two pidgeys birds, one stone and all that."

Why weren't you running Blake...

"See this? I think this would compliment a nice dark shirt perfectly."

slowy mcslow

[travelingdarkness]

While Blake knew of suspenders in theory, looking at them now, he could only picture them being a sort of binding garment. Like belts, except instead of around the waist or his neck, they were for the torso. It was... slightly alarming.

But to turn Seth down could only offend him, and he desperately needed to keep him happy. After all, he had access to the Mightyena during his most vulnerable hours.

"I... ah, I cannot refute your judgement, Seth."