forgetbeam: (Naegi - DICKS. DICKS EVERYWHERE.)
Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] ([personal profile] forgetbeam) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2013-07-12 11:00 pm

YOU DIDN'T THINK I FORGOT, DID YOU

Who: Everyone ever. It's mandatory or you're banned for two minutes.
What: Fireworks are a little late this year...
When: The night of July 14th
Where: Campus, generally. But you can see them out in the city.
Warnings: Colours and explosions and probably dumb kissy stuff somewhere in here.



It was usually the evening of the second of third; a tradition that began five years prior due to some silly boyish dare, that continued for the sake of sentimentality and tradition. Even if the culprit no longer attended Smash Academy, he made sure his legacy lived on each July.

This year it was a little late, because strange robots were patrolling the city and were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But that didn't stop the mission from being fulfilled! Just... delayed. It was probably for the best, since loud noises and bright lights wouldn't have been well received by the more feral-minded creatures during the whole bake sale debacle. In a way it was a pretty convenient setback.

Anyway, when the night finally came for the tradition to continue, it started... with a bang. Duh.

There was no small smattering of tester rockets to ease into the display. Just a sudden burst of red and white in the sky, Smash Academy's emblem glowing brighter than the stars for a few seconds before petering out. After that it was just burst after burst of an assortment of colours and shapes, each its own unique size and brightness, the resounding explosions echoing throughout the campus like gunshots.

Good thing nobody at all would be trying to sleep, right?
caincarnate: (Idle entertainment)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-09-29 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Accident? How interesting. So her presence here was a matter of fate rather than choice. Naoya regarded her with an inquiring gaze.

"But where would you wish to go, if not here?"
tearfulpartings: (Dream of Paris)

[personal profile] tearfulpartings 2013-09-29 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Suddenly, as if Naoya had pressed the magic button, Elizabeth's eyes lit up almost as brightly as the fireworks or really gay swimming boy eyes.

"I've always wanted to go to Paris...!"
caincarnate: (Pet project)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-09-29 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
There it was. Weakness. Naoya's grin grew even wider, though it was by no means because of Elizabeth's infectious smile. "It's beautiful this time of year," he said, only adding more fuel to the fire.

"If you had full control, you could go there anytime you wanted - and still be back in time for class." The programmer made a bit show of rubbing his chin and appearing thoughtful. "Perhaps... I could find a way to help you."
tearfulpartings: (Cautionary glance)

[personal profile] tearfulpartings 2013-09-29 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
It probably was quite beautiful this time of year. Elizabeth had realized that it would probably be possible for her to still get to Paris eventually on her own merits- it was just a matter of finding a way there, and probably the funds to do so. But to use a tear...

"Ah, but actually going through is more of a one sided..." She had started to say as he rubbed his chin, but she trailed off as he spoke again.

Elizabeth regarded him carefully for a moment, a cautious curiosity letting her tentatively lean towards him. "How do you think you'd do that?"
caincarnate: (Red frames)

[personal profile] caincarnate 2013-09-29 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I have... some experience with the overlapping principles in some of my previous projects," explained Naoya. "Specifically, the opening of portals. Opening a door to a separate plane of existence takes considerable resources, but if the target is of the earthly plane, replacing that power source with your own would be sufficient.

"Once I modify the algorithms to account for divergent possibilities, the Laplace server could be used to calculate the precise point of entry."

The programmer paused for a second, before excusing himself. "Haha, pardon my rambling."