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

Max - The Cafeteria, the Weight Room, the Forge, and etc

[tank_rockarms]

[1/19-1/25] Who can make a good protein shake? This guy. Who is eating protein shakes every breakfast and will make anyone who asks a protein shake for breakfast? This guy. He's making so many shakes. The best part of waking up is 1500 calories of swole in your cup. Well, Max's is 1500 calories. Anyone else's is somewhere from 400-1500, depending on that person's caloric needs as determined by Max. There are also the possibility of road trips to the Gilded Stockade for all you can eat buffets for dinner. What a great guy.

[1/25-1/27] Prevented from getting to his forge because of the constant ice cream snowfall, Max is going to spend his time pumping more iron. If you need him, you'll find him in the Iron Temple, making his daily oblations to Brodin.

[inspirethefire]

UGH Hajime was SUPER ANNOYED as a result of COMPLETELY UNRELATED INTERACTIONS and just needed some time to work out the frustration in a productive and healthy manner. SWEATIN' IT OUT. Stretches, squats, lunges, mostly stuff to increase stamina rather than swoliness.

But man look at this scrawny kid. Look at his form. It's so wrong, he is not maximizing his workout it's so distressing.

[tank_rockarms]

Look at that kid, trying to do things that he doesn't know how to do. Max would have to set him right and put him on the path of righteous lifting.

Max waddled walked over to the kid. "This your first time in the weight room?" the wall of a man asked from somewhere behind all of those muscles. "Name's Max, I run this place." He held his be-calloused hand out to the youth.

[inspirethefire]

Dang. Their talk on the network had done absolutely nothing to prepare Hajime for the massive wall of a man that approached him now. Technology never did live up to the real thing.

"Mister Powers. A pleasure." He put his little soft richboy hand in Max's. "Yes, this is my first time in this room proper. My thanks to you for maintaining the facility."

[tank_rockarms]

"Even my troops don't call me Powers," Max said. "Just Max is fine."

Max looked out over the temple of manliness he ran. "So, you lookin' to get big?"

[inspirethefire]

Anyone else, he might not have understood the question. When Max said it, however, there was no mistaking what was big.

"Not... quite. I'm going into a profession requiring more strength of stamina than outright power."

[tank_rockarms]

"Well, you ain't gonna have any stamina if you've got nothin' to back it up," Max explained. "What profession you goin' in to?"

[inspirethefire]

His chest swelled instinctively at the opportunity to talk about his favorite thing. "I'm a member of the Yuuhi City Ouendan! It's my duty to grant others the stamina and strength they need to succeed, by sharing my own through passion and willpower!"

[tank_rockarms]

"The Yuuhi City Assistance-Platform?" Max asked, trying to parse the enthusiastic boy's Yellow Comet Speech. "So, like, you give talks?"

[inspirethefire]

"Speech hardly can contain the magnitude of my missions! My connection with those I aid is of the most literal sort, a direct bonding of the spirits, one fire feeding another, channeling my soul itself into theirs! It is the most visceral and intimate performance that can be given!" If Max didn't get it, that's fine, it meant he got to use more synonyms for "passionate" and "intense."

[tank_rockarms]

"Uh, okay. But what about when the guy needs somebody to help out with, like, another set of hands? Like, if you helped a guy move into a new house, you could... talk passionately at 'em for like six hours and he'd do it, or you could step in and help him move the boxes and probably get it done in like three."

Max is trying to get it.

[inspirethefire]

"I--right, well, in that circumstance, I'd be more inclined to aid a person through the more traditional means." Max, you're sort of taking the wind out of his sails here.

"This special form of assistance is meant for more personal and dire circumstances! When a person doubts themselves and their ability, I help them find the power within themselves to overcome! I cannot take a test for someone, but I can help them find the stamina and focus to study as hard as they can to prepare."

[tank_rockarms]

Welcome to Max -- he exists to make you feel inferior about yourself and your abilities.

"Alright, then how much do you believe you can lift?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know.

Weightroom

[star_punched]

Mac worked extra hard today, and he would show. Whatever loud command Max would shout, he would do it. It felt like he needed it, working out helped his juices flow where they needed to; stress relief, if you will. Not that Mac was SUPER stressed, just not himself.

He thought if Mac worked extra hard and Max seemed happy with that, maybe he could ask him some pretty personal questions.

Max was a bro, and a smart bro in Mac's eyes; surely he would give the wisest of sage advice.

[bluetanker]

Oh Mac, you always put in super good effort. Max didn't have to yell much at you. It was less yelling and more just regular brocouragement.

Today, today was that most glorious of day. The day beloved by all - leg day. The day in which Mac had to do a million squats and then leg presses and calf raises. What a beautiful day - a day of joy and celebration.

"You're breakin' good," said Max, as he carefully watched Mac's ass in the squat rack. "Get a bit deeper; these ain't box squats."

[star_punched]

"Yes, sir!" Mac said very obediently as he went a bit deeper like he said. Mac didn't mind the burn, it felt good actually. He always felt better when he was simply productive.

"Am I doin' it right?"

He hoped so, even if he said he wasn't, he would go down even farther. Just try him.

[tank_rockarms]

"'Course you are," said Max. "You're breakin' even now," he said. "Two more, then rack it."

[star_punched]

Mac did finish what he was instructed on and then packed it up. He pushed himself really extra hard today, maybe Max noticed. Mac somewhat did, but he kept going forward and not really slowing down. Of course, that was his normal behavior. It was all just stronger today.

[tank_rockarms]

Max slapped Mac on the back. "Good work. Your legs are gonna feel that tomorrow."

[star_punched]

He probably was, in fact it probably was a little sore and tired now for him. He took a long swig of water before replying to that. Mac was apparently feeling a lot better; the stress seemed to kind of flow off of him. Excess working out seemed to do that, and he pushed himself even harder today. Max seemed happy about that, so Mac was too.

"Same time though tomorrow? I oughta rest it up and take it easy but I can handle it."

He could handle working out, other things though...

Since Rick is basically Max, Mac gets to do the workout Rick has -me- doing

[tank_rockarms]

"Tomorrow's your day off," said Max. "So your legs get a break, and your body gets a chance to rebuild. But you know takin' it easy's for guys who don't wanna get big," he sagely swolesplained. "The day after next is your chest and triceps day, then your deadlift day, then you get the weekend off, then back to shoulders, and next back around to squats, and you know the rest."

Max looked down at a clipboard he had that kept track of these things. "You got a copy of the amounts you're supposed to be doin' for next couple of weeks?"

I feel so honored ;;

[star_punched]

Mac was half listening as he drank some more water; something about chests, and triceps, then dead lifting...Yeah, he wasn't paying full attention like he usually did. In fact, when he felt a question being directed at him, he spewed some of the water all over himself.

Thing was, what was being asked of him?

"Uh, I think so? Yeah, I do."

Not very confident, oh he messed up and he knew it.

As you should

[tank_rockarms]

"You, uh, payin' attention?" Max asked, looking down at Mac keenly. "You're sorta driftin' off there," Max said. "You ain't feelin' lightheaded after the squats, are you? You feel like you're gonna pass out?"

[star_punched]

Mac actually shot himself awake now, as if he had been trying too hard TO pay attention and look alert. He just blew it again for the hundredth time, or it felt like the hundredth time. This was all true despair. He almost felt like he made mistakes right out the starting gate.

"Ah, nah, I'm okay, see?" Mac said as he was showing him just how wide and awake he was facially, and even having his voice raise a few bars. Then he calmed down afterwards, especially since he had a feeling he was looking even worse and more suspicious.

He scratched his neck a little. He got caught again, and he tried to hide it from so many people. He was sick of it, so he sighed.

"Listen, Max, sorry...It's been a weird few weeks, alright?"

[tank_rockarms]

"You got somethin' on your mind?" Max asked. "Is it school pressure or boxin' or somethin'?"

He walked over to next to him and put his ginormous hand on Mac's small-but-shredded shoulder. "You can talk with me if you need to."