DORM LOGS: Now with EVENTS!

[raw_angel_power]

Who: All of Smash.
What: Dorm log! January edition.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus.
When: Approximately the latter half of January to the earliest of Februaries (15th - 5th)
Warnings: YOU KNOW YOURSELVES

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.

BUT WAIT!!!!!!

This time, we're shaking things up. On certain days, there will be an event going on that might help if you can't think of a good scenario to kick off a thread with. Here is the list!*

1/18: Hypno's Naptime. Much like the anime episode of the same name, there are mysterious sleep waves pulsing through town. No one is sure where they're coming from- it could be a rowdy Hypno that took over a broadcasting station one day, or maybe it's the local Disco Drowzee club that opened up just recently and their collective moves are enough to make you snooze. Well, these sleep waves might make you catch onto some unexpected z's, but more likely they can give you strange effects. Don't limit it to thinking you're a Pokemon, either. They can trick you into believing you're something else entirely, or just give you the urge to slip on a chicken costume and table dance in front of a crowd without finding it socially inappropriate. Just. WEIRD STUFF, MAN. Anything is possible.
1/19 - 1/25: Nancy's going on vacation. That's right, you sorry saps aren't gonna know what to do with yourselves now that no one's cooking for you. There was gonna be a substitute lunch bear/lady/alien space creature, but for whatever reason, they never showed up. So now, everyone must FEND FOR THEMSELVES. How will you fare if you don't even know how to flip a spatula?
1/25 - 1/27: Ice Cream Blizzard. Oh, you poor, starving Smashers. Not only are you bereft of nutrition, but it's cold and snowing and you can barely get out of the building without freezing solid! You might just perish, but wait- if you step outside and try to catch snowflakes with your tongue, you might just realize that it's... snowing ICE CREAM?!
1/29-1/31: Goomba Infestation. Everything is Goombas for 2 days in the boys dorms. Bowser is dicking around with "Itchymarbles" again, and it just spills out across the entire dorms. This prank has the unfortunate side effect of, well, affecting everyone on campus, and not just Scratchy McMarbles, so you might wanna be careful opening that fridge, since the wrong kinds of mushrooms might start pouring out. Jumping on them might work, but it's gonna take a lot of hopscotch to decimate an entire roomful!

This is a bit of an experiment, so... we'll see what comes of this.

*Note: These were determined by rng. Any other suggestions will be recycled for next time if the event aspect is successful.

Also, if you want easy access to the dorm living arrangements, here is the link.

Comments

[forgetbeam]

"I see! Absolute necessity will be the motivation you need to improve yourself as quickly as possible!"

But his cheer was short lived as he turned his attention back to what may or may not have even been a steak to begin with. "But food mustn't go to waste, so... I will eat this and guide you through cooking something properly."

A heroic sacrifice.

[inspirethefire]

"Certainly not!"

The very notion brought back the stern certainty Hajime had been trying to emulate in full.

"I won't have you cleaning up after my own mishaps." Again. "I'll eat this like I did the rest!"

A closer look might note the pallor and red eyes indicative of two days eating this sort of slop. He's not going to inflict his malnutrition on someone else.

[forgetbeam]

"That's suicide!" He wedged himself between Hajime and the counter, arms spread. "Besides, you'll be more able to appreciate your first successful meal if you're hungry!"

[inspirethefire]

"Nothing could taste fouler than the knowledge that another had taken the fall for me!" He would not budge an inch for Kiyotaka's attempted barrier. "I'll hear nothing of the notion. Stand aside!"

[forgetbeam]

"No! I won't allow any more to suffer when I can prevent it!"

Oh yeah, well what if he just turned around, grabbed the nearest fork, and... ATTEMPTED TO SHOVE THE WHOLE THING IN HIS MOUTH because apparently he was making a habit of this kind of intervention. he choked on the sharp jagged bay leaf bits and died

[inspirethefire]

"Don't you dare--!"

Oh hell no he's not about to let his pal get food poisoning on his account, he's gonna reach around and KNOCK THE WHOLE PLATE FROM YOUR HANDS because that won't waste food or anything.

[forgetbeam]

OH NO, THERE IT WENT

FALLING TO THE FLOOR

IN SLOW MOTION

OENDAAAAAAAAAAAN

I'M VERY SORRY (not)

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo slid in like a pro making a home run and snatched the plate before it could hit the floor.

FOOD PLATE ACQUIRED! SCORE!!

Then he made a break for it. Hey, when you don't know how to cook worth anything above Cup of Noodles, your next best survival skill is stealing other people's cooking. Just how long was he lurking around for his chance?!

[inspirethefire]

The mysterious corn-shaped blur was gone by the time Hajime even registered what was happening, but one thing remained clear: he must not let that food escape. Who knew what kind of terror that dish could unleash in unknowing hands?

He broke his grapple with Kiyotaka to rush after the lunch bandit. "WAIT! You don't know what you're doing!"

[forgetbeam]

Kiyotaka would know that corn-shaped blur anywhere. It carried with it the stink of food-thieving delinquency and also too much hairspray.

"Brother, no!!" He followed after the pair. "You don't know what that could do to you!"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

The thief skidded across the corner he turned out the kitchen and bolted down the hall somewhat encumbered by the need to ensure the contents of the dish did not tip over onto the floor, dismissing their warnings.

"Nice try, fuckers! But this is mine now!"

He made it into the lobby and headed for the front doors that lead out into the courtyard.

[inspirethefire]

What sort of mad fool was this man, with his spirit so inflamed by insidious hunger?! His brash decisions could doom everyone's plumbing! If this callous vagrant won't listen to their warnings, he must be stopped.

With a wordless roar, HAJIME FILLED HIS MOTIVATION.......INTO ISHIMARU because he can't do it to himself GO GET HIM MAN

[forgetbeam]

Oh hells yeah was he ever determined. He wouldn't lose Mondo to food related tragedy a second time! Hajime's burst of BLAZING PASSION only spurred him on further, and his speed practically doubled as he bolted for Mondo.

HE DOVE TO KNOCK HIM OFF HIS FEET...

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo was JUST about to pry open the door and enter a world with no hallways or cramped spaces and many places to hide or climb, but what happened instead was a ramming force against his back that didn't knock him off his feet, but smashed him against the doors- and with the way his plate-holding arm had been positioned, he pied himself in the face. Or, uh, Salisbury Surprised in the face.

He was blinded by spices.

"Mmf!"

[inspirethefire]

Oh crap cut the juice cut the juice

"Are you all right?! Did--oh. Ah. Hm."

Hajime caught up with the collided pair and pulled out a handkerchief, wincing. Everything is his fault why is he terrible at everything

"You didn't get any in your mouth, did you?"

[forgetbeam]

No bromo, but he kind of just kept his arms firmly wrapped around Mondo's torso and kind of... hung there for a minute.

"Should we get some water...?"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

There was a tension in the air, much like when you're standing in the middle of a pasture wearing a red jumpsuit and a bull happens to be staring straight at you, snorting. Perhaps this analogy was made better by the fact that Mondo actually snorted. Or, uh, snort-growled. There's a difference.

The plate fell to the ground and clattered against the floor, erupting into a firework of porcelain slivers and ruddy sauce. Mondo turned his head around slowly, almost for dramatic effect, meat hanging out of his mouth, his face and hair dripping with condiments.

He began to eat the meat out of spite. And because him eating = him winning a free meal, suckas.

[inspirethefire]

A moment's staring, before a tensing up, a mortified and furious realization, the knowledge that he could not let this pass.

Hajime's hand lashed out, grabbed the half of the meat sticking out of Mondo's mouth, and pulled.

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo sunk his teeth deeper into the saucy meat and completed the tug-of-war sequence. The sight was very much like trying to take food from a disobedient dog that needed a bath. He wouldn't even let the fact that his eyes stung overshadow his will to get his way.

[inspirethefire]

He spread his feet, dug in his nails, and gave no quarter. He'd already ruined this foolish man's wardrobe and hygiene, he would allow nothing worse to occur. Through his teeth, he hissed the word: "No."

[forgetbeam]

What had this even become.

"Both of you, stop this at once! You're only going to make more of a mess!"

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Like it even mattered at this point, Mondo thought as he maintained his oral grip on the thick meat, tough and overcooked as it was, which was pretty advantageous. The spices burned his tongue but he persevered- in fact, it only made him more determined to end this. He reeled back his head with all his might and blinked away the sauces from his teary eyes with limited success so he could see his opponent better. He yanked at the meat and...

splattered a drop of sauce onto Ishimaru's pristine uniform, defiling it.

[inspirethefire]

Most often, Hajime was a young man who relied on logic, careful consideration, and reasonable deduction. He had come to this most logical conclusion: he would assure his opponent could not get it all in his mouth.

Hajime roared, and bit down on his half of the meat.

[forgetbeam]

Hajime... he thought you were better than this.

But he could see now what was happening. Driven mad by starvation, hungry students were reverting to primitive instincts to do whatever it took to get a meal. These poor souls... could he really blame them for--

Wait. That was a saucy, spicy, greasy spot on his uniform. It was probably going to stain because who knew what was in it.

"That does it!!"

No longer needing to fear getting his uniform dirty, he grabbed at every inch of steak that was not presently in somebody's mouth and pulled with all his might.

[inspirethefire]

The three of them may have gone at it with all their strength, and while none was willing to back down, they soon would not need to.

Charred to leather as the slab of meat was, there was only so much strain it could take. The sauce-stained nightmare finally broke apart in the tri-pull, snapping into three stringy shards of charcoal-flavored flesh.