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DORM LOGS: Now with EVENTS!

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.

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Connor sleeping truly well only really happened recently, most days Connor had just laid his head down and woke up some hours later. Sleeping was necessary to rest, not really relax. Connor was still a fairly light sleeper, by nature; and he was usually up promptly on the hour in the morning.

It just so happened today that Connor was sleeping rather peacefully. Which was odd considering all that he had learned. Perhaps it was his way of settling down and accepting things as they came, simply learning as the days passed.

Settling down was a rather prudent way of putting it.

But still, he was a light sleeper, and his senses were awake while he himself wasn't. The clank of the cup did make him open his eyes and turn his head to look at the noise. Desmond being awake at this hour was really an odd thing to see, and he was willing to have him know that. Worth noting was the smell of his drink, it smelled nice.

"Desmond?" Connor began to question. "What are you doing awake? Can you not sleep? The sun had not even begun to rise."

"How can you sleep through all this exciting weather?" Sarcasm aside, since he had a feeling he was going to wake up with his little tactic, Desmond had readied a cup for his ancestor. He slid it in Connor's direction whenever he decided to roll out of bed. Taking a sip, he looked back toward the snow.

"Something's weird about it, though. Like... Like the texture of it or something." It was on the outside window sill now, allowing Desmond to get a closer look. Hmm.

It was like this was planned from the beginning, and Connor could only give a confused look and soon accept it. Once Connor becomes awake, he would be pretty alert and do what was expected of him. So here he was, shaking off being groggy fast and accepting the drink hesitantly. Hesitantly, because he never had such a drink. It had a strong smell, but it seemed to awaken his senses even more. The coffee was smelling good and was warm between his fingers.

He took a sip, and it was delicious. He went in for another one before looking outside.

"Well, for what it is worth, thank you. This is delicious."

Desmond was right, there was something very odd about the snow. The texture was indeed off, and there were different colors? Connor's mind couldn't be playing with him this much, could it?

Maybe it was ballsy because of the cold, but wanting answers, he put down his drink and open the window.

Despite Desmond's reaction to that, Connor would quickly take a hand and grab some of the snow.

...

It was surely white, but the moment it hit Connor's warm hand, it started to melt. Not into water though, but into something that looked milky and creamy. It smelled somewhat sweet too.

"Desmond," Connor finally said as he stared at him, looking back and forth from his hand.

"This is not snow."

"Good," he replied, holding his mug up and stealing another sip. It wasn't until he followed the sound and then Connor's movements did he realize what as about to happen. But too little, too late. "Woah!" He pushed down the slight puff of frosty air that darted into his shirt. "Little warning next time, man."

Offenses aside, he leaned a bit closer to the bizarre not-snow, scrutinizing it in Connor's palm. When he began to notice exactly what it reminded him of, there was a long pause from his descendant. Desmond stood upright, slowly reached out to scoop some of it on his finger, and he brought it in for a sniff and a taste.

When it hit his tongue, Desmond's eyebrows slowly rose high on his forehead, the absolute sweet shock that set his taste buds off like land mines had him staring blankly at his roommate until it melted into disbelief.

And then quite seriously he said,

"I'll get the spoons."

And he was off to get those fucking spoons.

What probably appeared on Connor's face was an expression that suggested the following: excuse me. Connor's eyes narrowed and the brows furrowed as Desmond moved to the kitchen to retrieve the spoons. He ate the snow and got so excited, what even was this stuff? Honestly, Connor wasn't rushing to try the "snow substance". For all he knew, the stuff was possessed or enchanted.

In fact, he decided to instead question Desmond on the subject.

"Desmond, I do not understand," he spoke. "What is this? It is not natural to be here, should you be eating it?"

"You're right!" Desmond called back, returning to Connor's side with two bowls, matching spoons, and when did he buy chocolate syrup? Whatever. There it was. "I mean, about the 'not natural' part, but it's not dangerous." Desmond took one of the spoons and stuck it out the window, scooping it up again and bringing it back into the room. "Try it." HERE'S A SPOON FOR THE BIG BOY.

You were being completely serious here, Desmond, weren't you?

Connor honestly couldn't careless what Desmond put inside the fridge, he had no use for it. He trusted him enough to not bring anything dangerous at least. But he was acting very strangely to the phenomenon and Desmond was still NOT telling him what the substance was and yet he should put it in his mouth to digest it. He outright made a spoonful for him.

Too much, too fast. Connor was going to continue to be stubborn. He screwed up his mouth a little at the spoon.

"Not unless I know what it is and why you are in an uproar over it."

Desmond tried to recall about the time when ice cream had come into the world, but he honestly had no idea how recent a treat it was. In any case, since Connor didn't recognize ice cream when he saw it, it likely didn't matter when it came to be or not.

"It's ice cream. It's a dessert." He held the spoon up again. "It's safe." He looked toward the window. "I think. Can't say it's dangerous but I never had... naturally (?) occurring ice cream." DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE SHOPS IN THE ORGANIC FOOD SECTION.

Connor probably wasn't the biggest guy on sweets but he had them on occasion. More now since he arrived than before. Luxuries of the modern world, if you would.

He took a look at the spoon again, still unsure about trying it. Desmond was sure it was safe, Connor could trust him, right? Aside from the whole great great super great grandson thing, perhaps maybe Connor could.

After all, Desmond doesn't seem poisoned or ill from it. Yet, anyway.

"You are certain?" Connor somewhat bluntly questioned him. Also, he decided to take it upon himself to take that spoon, he did it politely though.

He looked at the spoon, and eyed back at Desmond.

He would see the uncertainty that still remained, he didn't need to say more.

Are you sure?

Well, he couldn't be sure about ice cream from the heavens but what the Hell.

"Positive. Worst that could happen is you hate ice cream... and all that is good in the world." He cleared his throat and nodded to urge him on.

Mhm.

Connor looked at Desmond and back to the spoon a few more times.

He looked to the spoon to notice that the substance was truly melting, "ice cream", Connor got it now. He could tell by the looks that it was truly meant to be eaten frozen and not a puddle of goop. So he had to make the decision quick.

Okay, Connor lifted the spoon and place the substance in his mouth with one fell swoop!

Edited 2014-02-20 04:21 (UTC)

Suddenly, a blast of sweetness hit his tongue. The substance soon melted into true cream once in his mouth so the entirety of the vanilla flavor reached at every corner. Connor might have had a taste of what vanilla was before, but not like this at all.

It wasn't unpleasant.

It wasn't unpleasant at all.

Connor didn't know what to expect and had very rarely partaken to modern food, this was considered modern, right?

After the ice cream went down his throat, he looked to the empty spoon. Then, again, finally back to Desmond so he could say the words he might have wanted to hear.

"That was delicious," an approval.

Edited 2014-02-25 04:56 (UTC)

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DORM LOGS: Now with EVENTS!

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1/2

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i can't

YOU CAN

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Desmond looks like a Doritos kind of guy

cheese stains all over his sweater

nacho cheese or cool ranch is the ultimate question tho 1/3

no one cares about sweet chili 2/3

don't even get him started on the tacos though swear to god 3/3