smash_logs | DORM LOGS: Now with EVENTS!

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Being neighbors with Chihiro and all, Mondo could easily see, as he emerged from BE-11 after throwing out the last of the ones that had swarmed his dorm through the window, what horrors must be transpiring in the next dorm over. More immediately noticeable upon exit shuffled the stampede of squat mushroom creatures that were a recurring and unwanted presence- they were so obvious because he had to fight to keep them from infiltrating HIS dorm. Then he realized where most of them were convening, like a broken dam. And was it just him, or did he hear Chihiro's voice in there? Shit; if he really was in there, they could trample him!

Mondo swore through his clenched teeth and barged through the brown scuttling mass, squishing a few in the process because it really couldn't be avoided if he wanted to check on Chihiro. In the room they were amassing into a pile of goombas, much like a jittery ball pit. He could barely even see past them, and it didn't help that the programmer was both tiny and had hair that blended in to a degree. He couldn't locate him.

"Fujisaki!" he called out, clutching the door frame with as much grip as though he were weathering out a cyclone, mushroom minions pelting his back and sides. "You in there?"

While it mostly sounded rather muffled in the sea of Goombas, he could clearly identify the voice that calling out to him was Mondo's. Chihiro tried to call him out, but it was no match for the creatures that were pretty much ready to crush him from the sheer mass of quantity they hold.

Instead, he tried a different tactic and struggled to hold out a hand to signal Mondo that yes, he was in there and pretty much struggling to get out.

Edited 2014-01-26 07:42 (UTC)

Mondo decided that if he didn't act fast, Chihiro could very well suffocate. He charged daringly into the sea of goombas.

"Don't worry! I'm comin'!" he assured.

Whenever they surged up to eye level he tossed them across the room, using both hands to pull them away from the pile he glimpsed Chihiro's hand in, digging a hole through them. It wasn't an easy task because like tumultuous waves they carried Chihiro through their mass, and even with his advantage in size, Mondo wasn't guaranteed resistance from being tossed about too. They poured in at a rapid rate. He was wading. It almost seemed as though the entire room, wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling, could be filled with these ugly minions. The crucial reality of the situation bolstered his resolve, and he picked up the pace.

"Dammit; I can't see you anymore!" he yelled. "Keep fighting!"

Alas, even with how much Mondo tries to yell out to him, it all fell deaf to Chihiro's ears. You dolt.

It was a terrifying prospect, to be buried alive by these minions that would otherwise would be even small to reach Chihiro's knees. He was starting to feel weak, the amount of Goombas that had been moving about felt like a strong current, any longer and it was going to impossible for him to stay conscious. His vision was starting to get dark, breathing alone seems to be a difficult task alone. No, difference was starting to get blurry, he was comparing it to that. No no no no nonononoNO.

By the time Mondo has reached to him, Chihiro hand had gone limp.

He'd finally grabbed onto a limb and pulled him out of the swell. Once his entire body had been freed he realized that Chihiro had stopped moving. His eyes weren't even open. This was bad.

There was a moment of brief panic that washed over him. The last thing he wanted was for him to die, and he tried to keep his head together and assert that he would be just fine if he kept him close and fought his way out of the crowd in time. It would be a shame if not only had he killed the boy once before but failed to keep him from dying again. Not if he could help it. He wasted precious few seconds hoisting him over his shoulder to free up his other arm.

AND THEN HE GRABBED A DESK CHAIR WITH IT AND CHAAAAAARGED THROUGH THE MASSES, BELLOWING LIKE HELL. It made a pretty decent shield and he was able to escape the claustrophobic mess and once he cleared past the ones blocking his dorm, set the chair down, opened his door and slid through as swiftly as he could carrying a passenger. Sorry, Chihiro. Your chair would have to be swept away. Good luck getting it back.

Now they were in a safe zone, the only indication of turmoil nudging at the door like a swarming hive. Equanimity returned to Mondo, and shifted his passenger around to bridal position and peered down at his face for signs of consciousness. Then, he shook him a little. "Fujisaki? Hey, you alright?"

~~He's dead, Jim.~~

Chihiro expression slightly shifted when he felt someone ever slightly shaking him. He was exhausted, his breathing was shallow but it was slowly going back to it's original pace. Eventually, but surely, his eyes stirred open. His vision was still blurry, but he could make out the features- it wasn't entirely hard to do, it was a familiar enough for him to recognize even with his vision less than perfect.

"O... wada-kun...?" He had to make sure however, a small hand reached out to Mondo, only to miss and hit on the delinquent's pompadour. It's really soft, he absentmindedly thought.

~~actually no it had hardened significantly due to the extra amounts of hairspray he coated it in~~

The slight tension that came hand in hand with anticipating Chihiro's condition dissolved away only to get filtered into a quickened heartbeat when Chihiro reached out to touch his face in an almost sleepy-looking daze. Having his pomp batted like that lessened the effect because it made the situation a shade more silly. But then again, it was kind of cute in the clumsy sense.

Nonetheless, he was more focused on affirming his well-being than anything else. "Good, you're back. Way to give me a heart attack there, kid. You're not... hurt anywhere, are you?"

"i'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm really sorry…" The situation happened rather fast that he couldn't really recall anything before or during the incident, only the increasing amount of fear and anxiety chocking him down as the little… cumbersome minions attempted to suffocate him with their weight.

"I-I was scared... I panicked and blacked out," he admitted as unconsciously leaned closer to Mondo's chest.

The sense of pity within him stirred up more vigorously. "Well, they can't get you in here!" assured Mondo with confidence. "In other words, you don't need to be scared anymore. Just relax and regain your strength."

He readjusted his arms to make Chihiro's head fit more comfortably. Even though the programmer was so light he could hardly feel his weight, it would be a better idea to just let him use his bed. With conscientiously taken steps he moved toward his bed and set him there delicately. Concern was evident in his eyes as he looked him over again.

"I can't get you to the infirmary right now, but if you need anything... I'll see what I can do." He rose to full height and cranked his neck around to give the rattling door a sharp look. Just to reinforce the security of their refuge he marched over to lock it. If they DID manage to barge in somehow, he'd come at them with all he had.

There was a funny feeling within him reacting to Mondo's kindness. It seemed familiar in a way, but he really couldn't tell right now, fear still striking his nerves despite most of it settling down to some extent. He wanted to reach a hand out, some form of unexplainable desire that he couldn't rule into logic, that desire to draw Mondo back and hold him. But, that was crazy wasn't it? If he looked him in the eye again-- if he come any closer to him again… He wanted to make sense of the situation no matter how much he was unable to, he would be perplexed where he'd put the logic into his feelings if his body wasn't signaling him to relax and focus on the softness of his bed instead.

The only conclusion he could come up with now is that Mondo was someone he… liked? In what way? There were many meanings in which the word 'like' expresses, Chihiro stopped thinking before he find himself restless. He likes Mondo, that's what he could concluded so far, and he wanted him to stay.

"… stay," he murmured. "Please…"

~~I just really admire you, Oowada-kun...~~

He glanced back from his spot near the door. "I'm not going anywhere," was his reply. He began to eye the desks in the room and assessed if they were built sturdily enough to provide even more of a fortress against the shroomy deluge in case the door itself came unhinged. He decided they weren't.

~~Like really admire you.......~~

He shifted and turned, Chihiro started to stare at the ceiling. Waiting in silence for Mondo, both anticipated and anxious for him to return.

Edited 2014-02-07 16:31 (UTC)

After lingering around the door for a while taking measures to double-check the integrity of its ability to hold the goombas back, he felt satisfied and moved away from it. There wasn't much else for him to do except go over to the window and shut it. The room must've gotten pretty cold since he last opened it, especially with all the snow everywhere. Personally speaking, he didn't feel all that chilly. Chihiro might, though.

"If you're getting cold at all, feel free to just crawl under my sheets," he offered.

And he did exactly as that, because frankly even if he was better dealing with the cold nowadays, he still dislike how the weather is. It wasn't exactly the worse, but it was still cold enough, a part of him absentmindedly was a bit annoyed that he alone was easily bothered by the chill.

"..... Oowada-kun, thanks again."

"... It's the least I could do," he replied. It felt pretty good to finally do Chihiro a big solid. Saving a life? Probably the biggest solid you could do for someone. Did it make up for the atrocious act he had committed? Mondo didn't really feel that way. He stood around near the head of the bed and crossed his arms, listening to the drum of numerous rambunctious little minions. "I'm just glad I was in the right place at the right time."

Chihiro stared at Mondo's back as he wondered what he could particularly say in this kind of situation. While he didn't say it explicitly, Chihiro could tell what possible implication Mondo's words had. Did Mondo still blamed himself for that? It seemed like a long time ago, but he could remember how strongly the gang leader had reacted when Chihiro panicked and started apologizing when they had met again in the school. He considered telling him, again, that he never blamed him for it. The situation they were placed in was out of anyone's control, but regardless what he wanted to say, it seemed to die on his throat.

Instead, what he finally said was, "you've done more than a lot for me in the past."

'The past' could mean anything. Did it mean a past he couldn't remember? It's not like he did anything remarkably good for him otherwise. He couldn't come up with a single thing. Asking him to elaborate would potentially put him in an uncomfortable spot.

"I don't know if I could say the same thing..."

"You saved me today," he said. "You would help me out more than I probably deserve..."

Even if their memories weren't quite consistent, this was at least one of the few things both he and Chihiro could be on the same page.

Edited 2014-02-17 09:31 (UTC)

"No," he replied. "What I just did wasn't a big deal. Besides, after what I've done to you before? Nothing makes up for shit like that. So don't you dare think about making it up to me."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

DORM LOGS: Now with EVENTS!

BE-12, 1/29

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject