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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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Vivian wasn't sure what to believe herself. In a sense, she always found herself trying her best but wasn't exactly sure if there was any real accomplishments occurring. She can't say she wasn't praised, but she was often at the sharp end of a big mistake that typically stemmed from her own decisions.

She shifted in her seat, dead eyes following the pressure against her mattress.

"Is it the same?" She realized she may not be clear with that. "What you said about mistakes?" Her goof up in the forest. She was full of doubt, even angry, but he talked her down then.

"Mistakes... Oh! That's right! It's still important to work hard to correct your mistakes and to learn from them and to never give up on that! I still believe that, no matter what!"

He just didn't believe that all mistakes could be used for self improvement anymore.

"I gave up back then, but I won't let that happen again!"

Vivian tipped her head toward her shoulder, in part because she was incredibly tired, but also due to what weighed on her mind.

"So... Always do what's right..." She yawned, a squeak if anything. "And never give up..."

No matter how many mistakes Vivian made and all the repercussions that came from those mistakes, the boy before her - the one she couldn't even see but could feel in the vastness of the room's cold solitude - remained insistent on those beliefs.

Everything in this world was uncertain. Vivian's days of drifting along and dancing on unpredictable winds were happy ones, grateful for a path but never certain when it would change. In her mind, there was only what was in front of her. What she could see (so to speak) and reach out for. The rest she counted on others for, hoping she wasn't going to let them down.

Her dream to be human wasn't just a dream, right?

The Doctor saved her then... Ishimaru had tried but let her go.

Were they both right? Their beliefs and their inspirations all aimed for her head and her heart...

A small plop of water hit Vivian's knee, though she wasn't aware of her own tears now.

Something about his words had stirred a suffering deep within her, one she couldn't begin to address but the unconscious mind understood how to feel.

"That's right."

He didn't notice her tears, too preoccupied with gazing out at the stack of boxes he made before, though he didn't take much interest in that, either. Nothing he'd said seemed to get the weight off his chest, but it seemed like it was nudged just a little. There was still something missing, so much that needed to just be lifted and let go, but he was reluctant to pass the burden on to Vivian.

Ah.

"...I'm sorry, I've been a terrible partner...!"

His sudden statement left Vivian with the flicker of a heart's leap and a deeper descent into silence. She truly had no idea what to say. Instinctively it was refusal to agree, but what did it mean to be a good partner? Had it not been him defining it this whole time? And here he was, agonizing over that very matter he preached.

She could only do what she felt was right, just as he said. Through a sniff and shiver, a shuddering exhale and bearing a knot deep in her belly, she moved until her hand could find him, clawing her nails into his shirt wherever they would land. And she would not let him go until she was ready.

His hand found hers, and he squeezed it tightly, taking a sharp breath. He'd said too much already, and he really wasn't doing any good with it, after all. Insisting that he share the load in whatever troubles she may face, but being so unwilling to open up himself. He truly was a terrible hypocrite of a partner.

"Forgive me," he said softly, knowing full well he didn't deserve any forgiveness. "You should rest."

"Okay," she agreed in a small voice, but she wanted to say more. There was something she thought she had to say, something important, so much so it was making her feel rushed.

As she let him go, courage found her in that cold room, warming her cheeks, burning a fire within her. Perhaps now...

"Thank you..." She took a breath. "For coming to see me... back then."

She hoped he wouldn't be mad that she didn't listen. Vivian chose to remember whatever she could, but the cost of trust was a heavy fear.

"Back then...? When do you mean?"

He finally turned to look at her, his eyes having adjusted a lot more to the dark now.

"The... repair center..." Pause. "The hospital." Yes, human words, Vivian. She leaned away from him, crawling back to find her pillow and do what he asked of her. It was one malfunction after another, she thought, as her stomach began to feel like it was shrinking inside her.

"The infirmary?"

Wait a second, that didn't make sense. Unless...! His eyes widened a little as he stared at her, the implications of her words hitting him with full force.

"That was before the reprogramming..."

Failing to even bother with a blanket for proper rest, she laid on her side, facing the wall and hugging her pillow beneath her head. Her eyes stilled burned despite their uselessness and her cheeks itched with moisture. Plowing her face into her pillow to wipe it clean, she came back up for air and just said, "Yes."

She just wished she could remember it on her own. Seeing it just played the memory of what she saw on that screen in her mind. It felt like it belonged to another little girl somewhere far, far away.

"Then you remember that... You remember! I thought you had been unconscious then!"

If she was remembering that and also going back to carrying guns around, it meant she really had won out over her reprogramming, hadn't it? But instead of relief, he could only worry about what that meant for her now. He couldn't allow her to be reduced to scrap metal over this, but if she killed again...

"Can you recall anything else?"

"I..." Her legs began to curl in toward her body. "You..." Didn't save me. "Didn't..." She just couldn't say it.

"I didn't what? Hey, answer me!"

Even if he knew he wouldn't like the answer.

The panic that came with his order whipped through her chest, crashed through her heart, burned the corner of the room with a red fire before she yelled,

"You didn't save me!"

And the glow faded, its reveal of the truth drawn to a close and once again they remained in darkness. It was as if they'd never leave, swallowed by it as she had been in her own mind.

Edited (FUCKING HIT BUTTONS TOO SOON ) 2014-01-24 11:11 (UTC)

Her words were like a spear slamming straight through his heart, but he'd painted the target himself. She was only confirming what he already knew and hated.

For a few painfully drawn out moments he was silent, just watching her.

"...Do you hate me for it?"

"I don't know." And it was the truth. Even if she knew exactly what it meant to really hate him, she wondered if she could keep it up.

She shook her face into her pillow again. "I don't know," she whispered. But her real concern was if he was angry with her for finding out, but she was too afraid to ask.

Even a direct "yes" would have been better than that. He stood, fists clenched at his sides, and made a mental note of where all the scattered guns lay.

"I'm going to try to find somebody who can repair your vision."

For a moment she wondered if that meant he wasn't mad at her. God, did she want to ask...!

But, "Okay," was all she could force out of her mouth. Even if she could see, she knew she couldn't look at him.

"Thank you for... helping me."

"Of course. That's my duty to you." If he couldn't at least do that, what good was he?

He stooped to grab what weapons he could off the floor and made to leave.

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DORM LOGS: Now with EVENTS!

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"i should go back to sle--" TAGS PARTNERS

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORED I AM god bless u

LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME

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Awful sounds coming from the stockroom rn

oh god

A vendor came in and I looked at him like YOU INTERRUPTED ME

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im so upset

HA HA. NO CUDDLES FOR YOU.