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

[flamejock]

"Okay," said Jock, looking at his vast collection of balls, "what ball do you want to use? I brought lots of them for you to pick from."

I'd make a handling Jock's balls comment here, but it would be highly inappropriate, as I'm sure you're already aware.

i forgot how to be sorry

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Oh balls. That was a lot of balls. Five whole balls.

Mondo examined his balls. They were all around the same size, slick with a translucent fluid, and all of them asking to be played with. He sunk down to scoop up one of the rubber balls, decided this would be satisfactory, and rose back up to present his choice.

Flashing a cocksure grin, he asked, "You ready? I can throw pretty far, you know."

I will never tire of "Jock's balls" jokes. Ever.

[flamejock]

"I'm good at catching," replied Jock, who was an expert at playing with his balls. "How far do you want me to stand away? This far?" he said, backing up twenty feet away from Mondo. "More?" he asked.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

"I think you need to step it up a little more!" he yelled, just to stretch the challenge a little further. He was already reeling his arm back, ready to pitch it with all his might. The ultimate dog tease: holding a ball up but not throwing it just yet.

[flamejock]

Jock quivered with delight, as he backed up further away, tentatively. He didn't want to get too far away from the man throwing the ball. "IS THIS FAR ENOUGH?" he asked, far too thrilled at the moment to keep his voice at regular levels, and about forty feet away.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

"THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH!!" he shouted back, generally incapable at keeping his voice at regular levels in any circumstance.

Then...

he........

........................!!!!

threw the ball.

IT'S FLYING THROUGH THE AIR OH MY GOD OH MY GOD CATCH IT DON'T JUST STAND THERE GO GET IT

[flamejock]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Jock, freaking the hell out, braced himself as the ball came flying through the air at him.

He was going to get it. He was. Going. To get it.

HE WAS GOING TO GET IT.

Oh no it bounced out of his hands because he's pretty bad at catching like a human. He ran after it, not wanting it to remain out of his hands any longer than he had to. He JUMPED. He DOVE. He LANDED ON TOP OF IT.

His face besmudged with dirt, Jock stood up, victorious, and held the ball aloft in his hand.

I'm so late and need to burn for it

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo clapped and cheered for this stunning and flawless performance of catchmanship. Okay, so he may not have caught it right the first time, but he wins points for determination.

"That's one way to catch a ball! But can you throw it?"