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Dorm Log: School's in session

Who: All of Smash.
What: Dorm log! September edition.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus.
When: The span of September 15th - 30th.
Warnings: HAHAHAHAHA.

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! Just add a thread with the room number (and date/time, if it matters) and the characters that reside there (just for reference!). You do not have to use one character's thread as a dual-purpose for both characters if you do not want to. Doesn't have to be a dorm room, either, if you have something else in mind. It could be the common room or the student science lab or wherever. So how's that first week of school been treating you? How big's your pile of homework? Sure, you could be doing that. But why do that when you could decimate your friendships by playing a round of Giana Party 4? Host a girl's-only slumber party! Spy on a girl's-only slumber party! Dare someone to spend the night in the haunted dorm! Slip a (fake) love letter beneath that special someone's door! Etcetera, etcetera... I'm sure you can think of something to get your bad self up to.

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Was it, Red? Was it really? Because he wasn't very good, yet.

Eventually, he set the instrument down and flexed his hands - they were a little stiff from the unnatural motions they weren't used to. He looked over at Red and went to sit next to him on the bed, dropping an arm over the red coated shoulders and dragging him in for a big, warm, one armed hug.

"What's up, Red? You seem really kind of distant, today? Are you hungry? I have a bag of potato chips here somewhere?"

To say Sonny wasn't still affected by the past few months would be a bald faced lie. But one thing that wasn't affected was his love for his trainer. There was probably nothing that could change that.

Listening to Sonny try and strum on the instrument, even if it happened to be the same notes over and over, was certainly easier. Even if it's Pachelbel's Canon In D forever.

Red watched him put down the ukulele with a distracted look when he noticed the sound leave the room, but the sight of it was lost once he was enveloped into that hug. He tilted his head against it, shaking it to the question of hunger.

But he thought better than to just shake his head, and lifted up the notepad by his side to write Sonny out a message.

I'm fine. I was thinking.

He paused, but decided not to leave it that-

Have you seen Voile?

"Nnhnn." Sonny replied and shook his head, his facial expression falling just a little. It seemed like she was spending a lot of time doing something else and being somewhere else and he really hadn't happened across her lately. Red had told him... well. The OTHER Red had told him to stay away from her too and that probably hadn't helped, even if he'd been spectacularly terrible about following that particular order. (Well come ON - Her Birthday was important. He'd been wanting to bake her a cake for a while and that had been the perfect opportunity and he couldn't just let it slide.)

"Have you? Now that you're back to normal, you and she can get back to being friends again. I know she'd like that. I'm just glad she never heard the things the other you said about her!" He chuckled a little roughly. As if it was hard to do. Which it was. "He's lucky he looked like you. If anyone else had called her those things, I would have Giga-Impacted them into Mt. Moon."

The strain to act jovial wasn't only with Sonny, though Red wasn't actually attempting it, and his expression didn't lighten at what might've sound as a funny joke to anyone else (but also probably would have been very true). What it confirmed was that the snorlax was clueless as to what Red had done, which he knew, or already suspected - he had yet to say anything, and though Sonny might've still spoken to him even with the knowledge, there had been nothing about his demeanour to tell the trainer that had known this pokemon for years that I know you hurt the gardevoir that I love but I am keeping this back probably because I want to ignore it because that wasn't really you?

Which might have been a possibility for somebody like Sonny, but also something that Red couldn't believe he could keep up, if only to confirm that it happened and Red hadn't really wanted to do those things.

...This was going to be hard.

And Sonny's words didn't make it easier. He would have to do it - he knew he would have to say something. But Red fell into a silence, the pad back into his hands and his thumbs pressed hard against the paper, wishing there was a way to make the snorlax know without any words. A stupid thing that was impossible, but...

How could he do this?

Oh. Sonny was entirely serious. If anyone had called her trash to his face, and that anyone had not looked like Red? Sonny would have taken severe issue with it. When a metric ton of Panda Monster has beef with you, it is an issue to be taken seriously.

He gave his trainer a brief squeeze and got up, looking around for a few moments before pulling a bag of potato chips from behind his pillow. It was, miraculously, unopened.

"Here! Eat something. I can tell you're worried, and worry likes to sit in empty stomachs." he said, his smile more real now.

Worry sure did like to sit in empty stomachs, but even with it pointed out and the food offered to him, Red still shook his head. He wasn't hungry, or at least didn't feel hungry, and the thought of food right then - he was no snorlax, that was for sure.

The pad still sat in his hands for a moment longer before he wrote on it again, pausing inbetween the messages. It was the pad that he looked at as he placed it beside the both of them for Sonny to take.

You need to see Voile. I did something to her.

He put the chips aside and looked down at the pad.

His expression soured immediately.

"What did He do?"

Not You, Red. He. Let's keep the two separate.

But Sonny, it's very hard to keep the two separate when you were there the whole time and felt it and everything else. And while Red heard the he and not a you, when he writes again, it's hard not to keep himself a component for that reason.

I told her to stay away from you and Marie. hit her

...Except, despite how he barely looked at the pad as he wrote that last part down, maybe it was somehow easier to get out when he didn't write I. (Though plenty enough space was made for it.)

First, there was silence. A long, uncomfortable silence in which Sonny's features hardened and tightened and his skin tone became somewhat redder than it had been before. Then, he finally spoke. His voice was quiet and low pitched - there was a certain rumble to it. It was approaching a growl.

"....what."

It was meant as a question, but it was more of a statement. He wanted to know what happened and there was no getting around it, Red.

No amount of waiting or preparing could have prepared him for this moment. The silence crawled at his shoulders, then the sound of Sonny's voice made the sensation even worse. He didn't recognise it as a question and so he didn't move to explain, but his hands raised up by his sides in fists and rested on his knees, and he opened his mouth in an attempt to speak- because 'I'm sorry' were the words he desperately wanted to give.

All that came out, however, was a broken sound, soft yet rough and unrecognisable. Red winced with it, a pain throbbing though he hadn't even spilled out a whole one word. So he closed his mouth, not knowing what Sonny might say or do.

Sonny was firm about placing the pad on Red's lap and holding his fingers to the pen.

"If you can't say it, just write it." he said quietly. "It's OK. I'm mad. But not at you."

It wasn't Red, after all. It was some strange copy of Red. Unfortunately for Sonny, THAT guy had disappeared before he could be made to answer for any of this stuff and that in and of itself was frustrating.

Though he did little to distinguish himself from That Red, Red did feel some comfort in hearing that Sonny wasn't mad at him. When he had every right to be in Red's mind, and it felt like that was even more clear when this moment brought back that time with Chiyo into his head.

He looked down at the pad on his lap, then put a hand on it keep it still and brought the pen down to it.

But didn't write anything until he flipped it to a new page, all so he didn't have to look at the words already there. Even if he would need to see them again as he wrote them.

We met outside. I said I needed to talk to her and told her to follow me. We went to my room. I locked the door. I asked her about you and Marie and what was going on. But it was an excuse. He just wanted to hurt her because people cared about her. He was playing with her. Nobody did anything wrong.
He hit her. He was going to do more but my room mate came in. He knew something was wrong but Voile lied. She said nothing was wrong.
He threatened her. She didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't stop

The paper was nearly screwed up as Red's hand went from holding the page to pushing his fingertips into the bottom of it, holding the clump of pages. But he slid the pad up for Sonny to take, eyes shut and head hung.

Red still remembered Sonny admitting that he loved Voile. And here he was, sitting here and having to tell this. He should have told her sooner, shouldn't have let Sonny sit in this darkness over something as important as this.

And what scared him is that he didn't know what would come next. His heart was beating fast and he felt his face and throat began to hurt, but he bit his lip and tried to keep it back.

Sonny took the pad in shaking hands. His eyes scanned the words and he huffed. That sounded just like her. She lied to keep from making a scene. To prevent any kind of further trouble. She probably didn't want to be an inconvenience - No, far easier to allow herself to be hit.

He would almost say he couldn't understand that side of her, but really, he couldn't help but remind himself of what he'd allowed Red to get away with when he was not Red. He'd bent the truth and allowed things to happen which he knew were wrong because he didn't want to go against his trainer and be a 'bad Pokémon' (Horror of all horrors.) Of course he would have rather she told the truth! Told Red's room mate. Told a teacher. Gone to an RA - even Green. What he REALLY wished for was for her to have called on him. Let him know what was happening. It would have been awkward and terrible and frankly heart breaking but at least he could have been there for her. Could have been something of a support for her.

"I'm sorry this happened." was all he could say in the end, passing the pad back to Red and gripping his hands together so hard his knuckles turned white.

The time between when he gave the pad and was passed it back was horrible, but he was experiencing a lot of this, Red realised. And so were other people, too. The pad had made him open back up his eyes (though truthfully, they had been lingering down by then at his lap), and he moved it away to the side, not wanting to see any of the words that was on it.

And then he looked back to Sonny, catching the sight of his hands. Even if he could speak right then, he didn't know if he would have any coherent words to give, though right now he wished there was something he could give.

He shook his head to his words, and took hold of the tightened hands with a tightness of his own. He looked up at Sonny's face- did he blame himself right now? Was he thinking something that would do him no good?- and then moved his head to his shoulder, resting against it, releasing one hand just to put to the side of his back for comfort.

Red didn't know if it was the right move at all. Sometimes now, the thought of touching somebody made his skin crawl. But when he couldn't even speak (really, would he have the right words to say at all...?), it felt like the only thing he could give to convey anything.

Sonny returned the hug - how could he not? His own arm dropped over Red's shoulders and he sat there in silence for a while. He wasn't blaming himself - there was nothing he could have done because no-one had come to him. And that wasn't his fault. He knew that. He did his best to be there for everyone and if they decided not to come to him to air their problems? That was on them, not on him. Of course he wished things were different! Of course he did. But lamenting that fact wouldn't solve anything. He could change things going forward, however. And he intended to.

"It's OK, Red. I'll talk to her and I'll make sure she knows the things you said and did weren't You. She'll understand, so, try not to worry about it too much. OK? It might be... hard for her to talk to you at first but eventually, things will go back to normal and people will forget things and move on." he said, turning to face his trainer with a very faint smile. "I'll do my best."

At least Sonny could be smart about these things at this time. When Red looked back at Sonny as he tried to comfort him, he made a face that was supposed to be positive and nodded faintly along with it, but he didn't know if the snorlax really had to try to do that for him. It was hard to think so positively right then, even if the words came from his own pokémon.

But if something could be done for Voile-- that was what mattered. And if Sonny could reach out to her, though he didn't even know what sort of state she was in at all, it would be a good thing for the both of them. Red could only hope, at least.

He still had a hand over Sonny's, which he squeezed it without really thinking about it. Just focused on it, feeling that uselessness that followed him but right then, feeling a frustration as well towards it. He wanted to feel like it, this, whatever this time could be called, would all be over soon, but he knew it wouldn't.

...And it really sucked to know.

Maybe it wouldn't be over soon, but that didn't mean they had to give in to it.

Sonny reached over the bed with his free hand and grabbed up the bag of potato chips, opening it with his teeth.

"Here. You need to keep your strength up if you're going to get your voice back." he said, shaking the bag in his trainer's direction. "And I don't know a stronger chip than southwest chipotle chicken and ranch."

Because burning your throat is also helping your throat apparently.

Red accepted the food this time, dipping his hand in to take a chip without really knowing what he meant by a 'stronger'- until he bit into it and the taste clung soon enough to his mouth.

Oh.

He swallowed it down forcibly, and- well, he wasn't one to really share from Sasha's plate usually. He tried to not make a face (he did just a bit), a hand going over his mouth; he didn't know if maybe not eating anything so far that day made it stronger in taste or what.

... Regardless, he took a few more chips from the bag, deciding to go for them while his mouth was already at this point. And Sonny was right- he probably should get some food into him.

"They're so good." Sonny said. "They are one of my favorites. I also like their steak lovers and hot dog flavors of chip."

He held Red a little tighter in that one armed hug of his - honestly, he wasn't about to let go unless asked to.

"I think we need to figure out what to do now. I know Marie is probably still upset and I bet Sasha is too. I think Vinnie will be alright once you get to tal--or... you know. Once you can write down what happened and tell him you still love him."

Red wasn't about to move out of it either, though it caused him to shift awkwardly when he went to grab the pad and pen again after the mention of everyone, particular Vinnie, as it was just slightly at an awkward place from where he was now sat against Sonny.

He opened it to a fresh page, away from any of the other words, and wrote- Have you talked to Vinnie?

It was easier now for Sonny to catch him as he wrote, moving his legs up in to rest the pad against. He continued (after wiping his eyes with the back of his arm- thanks chips), Vinnie didn't say he didn't want to be family. That was a lie.

Sonny took the pad and read it before nodding emphatically.

"I did talk to him. He sent an email to the team to tell us about how things happened between him and... Other Guy." The last name was spoken with a growl. "He and I talked and we figured out that something really wrong must be happening with you but we didn't know what. I don't know what I would of done without talking to him, really... I was kind of... starting to get a little... The things he told me gave me back a little strength. A second wind!"

At least Sonny knew the truth. Red felt himself move his arms down his lap, the thoughts of more than just what he had put Sonny through sititng in his mind. Vinnie...

But Red went back to the pad, attempting to push them away to return back to the subject at hand- everyone. (Even if the venusaur had been part of that.)

Sasha's been staying with me. I don't how how Marie is. He was angry at me.

He paused. How much did Sonny even know about that? Anyone? There had been times when he had been cold to the wartortle in the presence of the others, but it went much further than that.

But was it just that? The tip of the pen wavered against the paper, as he tried to think. Marie was a concern; if left to himself, he would just withdraw. Red knew that. But there was a hesitance in asking Sonny to be the one to see if he was okay. How had things been between the two...?

Has everything been okay between you and Marie? Before this.

Red hadn't noticed anything peculiar, but he hadn't known to look out for anything then. But even though he was their trainer, how much of it was his place to intervene?

Sonny kind of shook his head. And kind of shrugged. And looked away and then looked back and you could tell that he felt guilty. In fact, the guilt was palpable in the very air around him.

"No. I don't know? I don't think he wants to talk to me that much. And I wanted to give him space? But also I didn't want things to be weird because of the whole thing with Voile so..."

Because, considering the situation? It had just been easier for the brothers to completely bypass any mention of it so it never got talked about and therefore couldn't widen the already present rift between them.

The actions were all a sort of answer before the actual answer. Red fiddled with the pen, turning it slowly and pressing his fingers against it. If he had remembered something back then, then maybe he could have spoken to the two of them, or at least have guessed there would be an uncomfortable situation between the two of them. Nobody had said anything about it to him- but then, that wasn't wrong of anybody. It wasn't his heart, nor his relationship.

Still, it was hard not to feel guilt towards it nonetheless. If he had known... But if he had known, likely- he would have been sitting here as he did now, barely having a clue of what to say or ask. Would he?

Well, there was maybe a place to start.

Do you want to talk about it?

Because that was what mattered. Now wasn't the time to force such a discussion, out of any. But if Sonny did...

"Do I?"

He was asking himself more than he was asking Red. He really hadn't talked about it to anyone completely. Little bits, here and there. But he was still bottling a lot up.

"...It's OK, Red. You know what? I would rather just concentrate on helping you feel better about everything." he eventually said, turning to face his trainer and smiling a little. "Because really? I just don't think things are going to work out really well with that whole thing and maybe I just need to... accept that."

Dorm Log: School's in session

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