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

IT SERIOUSLY TOOK ME FOREVER TO REALISE THAT WAS RON WEASLEY.

[loverofinnocence]

When he saw how she looked at him, he had half a mind to take the rest of his shot and just spurt the contents at her. But he also imagined her shoving his face into the bar counter and twisting his arm behind his back. And that was probably the lighter end of things. Samus was a 'no nonsense' kind of woman and it hadn't taken much for him to learn it. He'd not forgotten their night at the masquerade, however.

The night she dressed as a Valkyrie. It was a fitting outfit for her.

He lifted his left hand, his pride speaking up over princely logic and he shook his head as he wrote.

Hardly. It caught me off guard. My life has had me indulge in wines alone.

And blood, but he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate him owning up to it so easily. Or bragging, which was really what it would probably be. As if he meant to drive the point home, he haughtily tipped his head back in favour of finishing his shot. And somewhere on the inside, he had a suspicion he was going to regret it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWtO0cfgewY#t=00m16s

[icequeen_aran]

Oh look at that. He was indulging in a little pride too, it seemed. Samus twirled her finger around to summon the bartender again, wondering if another drink would be more suitable (as much as he liked seeing him squirm).

"Rum and ginger."

Caim was presented with another glass.

"Try that."

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEE.

[loverofinnocence]

How nice of her to be a little more compassionate with him. But given he wasn't sure what would be better or worse, he really only had her to trust. Again, the thought of her poisoning him hadn't left his mind, but maybe he deserved that. After all, they'd been on opposite sides more than once, despite the idea that he actually respected her. She could hold her own and she was certainly unlike every other woman he'd known in his life.

A refreshing change at the very least.

He took the glass that was offered to him and with a single sniff, thought it smelled more appetising than the first. Then he gave Samus an appreciative nod and deciding that one swoop was better than two, he finished his glass with a grimace. Not at all the same level of unpleasant as the first had been.

It would seem this form of drinking is an acquired taste.

How often did she drink to handle all of that? Maybe there was even more to her than what he'd previously thought.