Dorm Log: Scorching Summer Edition

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Who: Who else.
What: Dorm log!
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus. Frankly? I don't care where. Go have fun, kids.
When: The span of June 14 - June 28th. Pick a date.
Warnings: Yeah, it got pretty naughty in here.

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. Stay up all night watching reruns of Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles? Break out the ice cream and industrial fans to beat the heat? Get a bad suntan while you're asleep with the help of your friends? Whatever you get your bad self up to. Your good self is welcome, too. Now put your copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf down for one second and tag this thing!


DIRECTORY
Alter Ego | Baconator | Banjo | Byakuya | Blake | Blaze | Byrne | Caim | Cammy | Carter | Chell | Chiyo | Connor | Cress | Cyrus | Daisy | Douggie | Eggman | Eirika | Ellistree | Garry | General Guy | Goombella | Gordon | Henry | Jin | Jon | Kazooie | Kiyotaka | Knuckles | Kyogre | Lucca | Mac | Mary | Milimili | Nabooru | Phoenix | Proton | Pulseman | R.O.B. | Red | Rhys | Ron | Sable | Samus | Schezo | Seth | Shadow | Sonny Moe | Ulki | Watt | Wheatley | Zelda | Ziio

Comments

[raw_angel_power]

"Oh. That's cool. What kinds of projects?"

[raced_god]

He put down the soldering gun and looked around with a mildly confused expression, because they were in the autoshop.

This was, of course, followed by a thumb in the general direction of the Blue Falcon.

"Upgrades for the car. Nothing special."

[raw_angel_power]

He lit up and started bouncing on his toes, balling his fists in obvious, unadulterated excitement, then barraged him with more questions. "Upgrades! Ooh! Are you gonna add more boost power? Is it gonna go faster? It's been so long since I got to ride in it but I remember it was crazy fast. Kind of comfy, too. Not as comfy as your couch, though."

[raced_god]

"The couch is over there, if you want to sit on it."

Falcon gestured in the direction of the Incredibly Comfortable Couch. He, however, picked up the sheet metal he was cutting and made his way to the car.

"She needs a tune-up every so often."

With a shrug, he sat on a rolling pallet, leaning back and disappearing under the vehicle.

"Breathe, Pit. You look like you're about to explode."

[raw_angel_power]

"I do?" He seemed genuinely surprised. Then, realizing how yeah, he had probably been overdoing it on the pep a little, laughed and took up Falcon's offer to go kick back on the Incredibly Comfortable Couch. "Whoops. You know me. Too much energy, too few places to put all of it."

He collapsed backwards onto the couch, letting his body sink into the cushy, heavenly piece of furniture. "Hooooo yeah! This couch is the highlander of couches! There's can only one couch for me," he cooed while turning over onto his stomach, pretending like he was consoling a baby or assuring a long-lost lover he would never leave again. It was pretty theatrical, and fueled chiefly by boredom and a fleeting attention span.

"Did you know? Clouds aren't even as comfy."

[raced_god]

"You do."

Then again, Pit and "over-excitable often went hand-in-hand. Falcon was more than content to let Pit ramble about the couch, though he eventually emerged from under the car, significantly greasier. He sat up and reached for a rag to towel off his hands.

"I wouldn't expect them to be. Clouds are just water vapor, there's nothing to sit on."

[raw_angel_power]

"I take it you've never been in the sky," replied Pit, kicking his legs back and forth behind him.

[raced_god]

"Pit, I go into space, like, all the time."

Like all the time, Pit.

"It's science."

It's science, Pit.

[pitticus]

"Well, tell science it's broken! I sit on clouds all the time back home."

He sits on clouds all the time, Captain. Like, all the time, Captain.

He's an angel, Captain.

[raced_god]

Falcon stared, towel still in his hands.

"I think I'm just going to stop trying to understand wherever you come from."

[raw_angel_power]

"What if I invited you over?" asked Pit, propping himself on one elbow and using his palm as a chinrest. "Then you'd have to start understanding it somehow. We could go on a long walk through the sea of clouds."

[raced_god]

He paused, tilting his head to the side ever-so-slightly, before tossing the dirty rag into a bin and soaping up his hands at the sink. There was a great deal about Pit and where Pit came from that was awfully hard to believe, and the Captain was often content to just...not think too hard about it.

Going to wherever Pit came from would be a little hard to swallow. He laughed.

"I don't know if I'm the type of person they'd want over there."

[pitticus]

Pit's smile faded away. He boosted himself up straighter, wondering why Falcon would feel like saying that. "Hey now! What makes you say that? I'm confident you would get a great reception over there. Don't be modest, Captain."

The fourth wall was broken beyond recognition up there, after all. Pit wasn't the only one who knew about Captain Falcon's fame. Pit didn't even stop to wonder whether that in and of itself would make the guy uncomfortable or not.

[raced_god]

Having cleaned his hands to the best of his ability, he flopped down on the couch next to Pit, leaning back and stretching for a moment before shifting forward and putting his forearms on his knees.

He was silent for a moment in apparent thought.

"It's not you, it's me."

[raw_angel_power]

Pit's mouth popped open ajar as he studied the legendary racer, trying to piece together what he meant by that. "Huh? Well, yeah, this is about you. I'm just trying to figure out why you think you're not worth welcoming."

[raced_god]

"It's not that, I just--"

--am incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of angels and subsequently, Angel Land.

--kill people for a living.

"I appreciate the invitation. I just think it might be a little awkward."

Nailed it.

[raw_angel_power]

Pit let it go with a shrug and a long sigh that rose and fell with his shoulders, deciding it would be useless to try and argue against his personal preference. "I guess that's that, then. Oh well. It's fine. Mortals aren't usually allowed up there anyway, so you probably couldn't come whether you wanted to or not."

[raced_god]

"Yeah, see?"

Falcon had sort of suspected that was the case, which was good. It meant he could blame the residents of Angel Land, instead of his own awkwardness about the whole situation.

"Thank you for the invitation, though. I appreciate it."