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

[thedesertrose]

"A space-time anomaly," Nabooru parroted as she gawked at the kid. She was hoping he was kidding, but given the way the academy worked, she knew there was the slightest possibility of such existing. But even trying to picture it wasn't going to compete with a random portal opening in the air that swallowed her arrow. And in the event of that happening, she was going to go break that bowl of cheese herself.

"I think you need a new hobby," she admitted. But she conceded and moved from behind the protective screen in favour of taking her bow into hand again. "I'll humour you, though. Just this once."

[notstevejobs]

"Thank you," replied Apple Kid from behind his protective screen. "You may resume your target practice. Remember to try to hit the cheese," he added. "Not the miniature Tyrannosaurus Rex."

[thedesertrose]

"Right. I hear you." Reaching over her left shoulder, she grasped for an arrow and strung it against her bow. With careful aim, she stopped her mark on the bowl of cheese he was so determined she wouldn't hit. Momentarily, she thought about looking over to him, but knowing it'd ruin her concentration, she remained still.

As she pulled back on the tail of the arrow, she held the tense string with it. "So what do I get if I actually manage to hit it?" Nabooru asked, content to pause until she heard his answer.

[notstevejobs]

"My genuine astonishment," replied Apple Kid.

[thedesertrose]

"That's it?" she asked. Nabooru couldn't mask her disappointment, but she supposed the fact that he replied to her was better than nothing. She finally freed her bow from the tension it endured and it released the captive arrow.

And she couldn't deny that she wanted her aim to be right and true. Maybe, just maybe she could prove her point and put down that bowl of cheese.

[notstevejobs]

Oh, Dear Reader, such an arrow, such a path of Truth and Verity that it followed! Surely, never Arrow left String so gracefully and full of Intent as that one shot by Nabooru at this moment.

It streaked across the archery course, intent on hitting its mark. Swifter than the flight of a bird, yea, swifter even than the swiftest dive of a falcon, the arrow raced to meet its final destination.

Such a shot! Such a moment! O!

So you can imagine everyone's surprise when, instead of hitting the target, the arrow froze in mid-air, approximately 2 inches away from the bowl.

WOW. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME LAUGH IN OUR THREADS.

[thedesertrose]

Nabooru was, of course, just arrogant enough to think that she would prove the kid wrong. She wasn't as good at archery as - say, Shinon - but she could certainly hold her own and she definitely had a natural talent for it, training aside. So she started out confident, even looked smug. But it didn't last long. When her arrow stopped, she started to move.

Then she stopped rather abruptly and finally looked over to Apple Kid. Then she jerked her thumb over to her stationary arrow. "What's that all about?"

#YOLO

[notstevejobs]

Apple Kid was looking at the numbers on his screen. "It began to decelerate rapidly approximately 2 meters away from the bowl of cheese," replied the rotund scientist. "But until it reached a position approximately 50 millimeters from the bowl, it was still moving fast enough that, to the naked eye, it wouldn't be very noticeable. But then the deceleration increased exponentially, to the point where it appeared to be motionless."

"It's, technically, still decelerating, though it's moving so slowly my instruments can barely detect it's speed. It hasn't stopped. But it's only moving... .000000000000017 meters per second." There was a brief pause. ".000000000000016."

[thedesertrose]

She cocked an eyebrow. A lot of it went over her head. She understood to a point that it had just magically decelerated and was showing no signs of accelerating again. At least, not anytime soon and she imagined it'd eventually lose whatever was left of its wind and find a happy home on the ground.

"I'll skip my obvious question," which likely would have been paired with berating him for not speaking her language. "Why is the deceleration so... abrupt? What is it about that bowl that's affecting that? An ordinary bowl wouldn't do that, so what'd you do?"

[notstevejobs]

"I was attempting to make a bowl of queso that you could not spill," explained Apple Kid. "But what happened instead was a bowl of queso that you could not hit. I'm not entirely certain where the shift came in. It was probably so abrupt because the arrow was moving so quickly. I just found that I couldn't ever manage to get a chip into the bowl, I'd mysteriously find my hand slipping to the side instead of at the bowl."

[thedesertrose]

A bowl of queso that you can't spill...

She eyed him skeptically, more or less confused over the very idea, because while magic could do many great luxuries, she couldn't deny that something so simple seemed... to be a waste of the ability. And that was coming from her, of all people. How ironic.

"So you can't even touch it?" Nabooru asked as her eyebrows furrowed. "That's what it sounds like you're saying."

[notstevejobs]

"I can pick up the bowl," explained Apple Kid. "I just cannot aim anything at the cheese. I could probably spill the cheese if I tried to. But then I'd be afraid of trying to clean it up afterward."

[thedesertrose]

"So technically if you hold the bowl, tip it over, and dump out the cheese, you'd make a mess, of course, but..." Untouchable cheese. Not an unspillable bowl. Just... cheese that couldn't be interfered with, she guessed. How did an experiment like that go so wrong, anyway? "...Then you couldn't exactly clean it up. I think you're stuck just having this cheese in this bowl for... infinite?"

[notstevejobs]

"In all likelihood," replied Apple Kid. "It may be possible to launch the bowl at a hazard, such as by launching it at the sun, and destroy it that way." There was a pause. "But I would probably start with a smaller hazard before reaching that point."

[thedesertrose]

"Launching the bowl at the sun is a long distance. Even I know that."

But, hey. My son is an angel who can fly... Except that was a horrible idea and she found herself only slightly amused when she'd thought of it. There was no way.

"So if not the sun, then what do you plan on throwing it at. A sinkhole?"