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.

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[raced_god]

Falcon, of course, took the box, turning it over in his hands as if he didn't quite understand what he was supposed to do with it at first. It occurred to him that whatever Mac needed advice about was inside the box, so he carefully

And stared. And his eyebrows slowly crept up his forehead.

"Mac are you asking me to marry you"

But it was obvious what this conversation was about--though Falcon sort of stayed out of student affairs nowadays, he'd been at the school long enough to have an idea of who was friends with who, who was dating who, who'd apparently been dating who long enough to go out and buy a (really nice, holy crap, Mac, how much do you make punching people in the face) ring. Mac was asking advice about proposing to Daisy. OF COURSE.

Falcon closed the box and put it down on his desk, then went right for the bottom drawer. After a moment of digging, he emerged with a label-less bottle of questionable liquid and two glasses, into which he poured the questionable liquid.

He held one out. To him.

You're a man now, Mac.

[star_punched]

Mac didn't drink, so he looked at the whiskey all confused. Of course, he knew this was Falcon congratulating him in some manly way. That made him feel pretty good inside enough to smirk a little, even if it looked like a nervous one. But even now, every time he looked at the ring he and Doc picked out together, he looked at it like he was a little scared.

He kept thinking back to Knuckles' wedding, how shaky and nervous he was. Being a husband was serious, and was Mac ready for it? Was Daisy going to be?

He had no idea how to come about this at all, or what to even do. Which was why he was here. He took the glass and held it in his hands, not sipping it yet. He knew what booze did to his body, but refusing it would haven been rude. You kept booze in here, Falcon?

"...Sir?"

He was expecting actually for him to say something about it.

[raced_god]

Though Mac may have thought it celebratory, the alcohol was really a signifier of a very serious man-to-man talk. It was probably a good thing that he couldn't see into Falcon's drawers, mostly because there was definitely booze in there and also guns.

Several guns.

Despite Mac's apparent reluctance to partake in the booze, Falcon wasted no time in taking a sip, putting the glass down on the table with a clink. If that didn't clue the boxer in to the fact that this was going to be a very serious man-to-man talk, the way Falcon folded his hands on the desktop certainly would.

"How old are you, Mac?"

[star_punched]

"Uh, I'm twenty-two, sir. W-why?"

This was feeling very weird, very fast. He knew now this wasn't the conversation he thought it was, Falcon was about to have a "talk" if asking for his age was any indication. He could almost feel the glass land on the table, and have the sound ring through his ears. It honestly made Mac's mouth run a little dry. But this was why he came here, and he was always man enough to hear what people had to say to him.

[raced_god]

It's not you it's him, Mac.

"I was just wondering."

Mostly to gauge how much older than Mac he was. TWENTY ENTIRE YEARS, and Mac was thinking about getting married. God. What was this world coming to. Though Mac had come to him for advice before, Falcon wasn't entirely sure what he could even say, as marriage was kind of the one thing of all things that he didn't have much to say about, mostly because he hadn't done it.

"This is a big decision."

[star_punched]

"I know," Mac quickly said as fidgeted in his seat a little. But knowing him, he found some reason to smirk. It was a rather pathetic one, like he acknowledged he himself was. Pathetic. He could hide almost anything behind a smile, as nothing was humorous here except if Falcon would find some entertainment in how nervous he was.

"It's funny, I ain't got a single clue and I know I do. To be honest, I ain't too sure about myself right now. That's funny, ain't it."

That last statement wasn't meant to be a question.

[raced_god]

It certainly wasn't that Falcon was judging Mac or wouldn't feel happy for him--just that as Adult and Advice-Giver, he wanted to make sure Mac knew exactly what he was getting into. Not that Falcon really knew about marriage first-hand, but it couldn't really be that different than dating someone for four and a half years and living with them for a solid three.

So basically things were about to get serious. To emphasize how serious this was going to get, the glasses came off.

"You're using protection, right?"

Please just. Tell him you're using protection. That was all he wanted to be sure of.

[star_punched]

Falcon, were you ready for his answer? You better be.

It was gonna blow your mind. Your freaking mind.

"...Protection, sir?"

[raced_god]

Falcon sort of

paused. MAC ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS TELL HIM DAISY WAS ON THE PILL

THAT'S IT

THAT'S ALL YOU HAD TO SAY

"Yeah, I mean, you're still in school, you wouldn't want to have to delay graduation because something unexpected."

Something unexpected like

A BABY

[star_punched]

Except, he had no idea what you were talking about. At all. Seriously, Falcon needed to explain himself. He needed to really explain himself.

"W-what would be unexpected? The weddin'?"

What did this have to do with protection?

"You think I should ask Max 'bout protection? I mean, he's got that smithy stuff and all. That what you're sayin'? Why would I need to protect myself, sir?"

[raced_god]

The look of horror that crossed his face was almost immediate. How could Mac possibly not know what he was talking about Mac you were twenty-two years old.

"Birth control, Mac. Please don't tell me you've been going without."

Because it was 2574 2014, who even waited until marriage anymore. Obviously Mac had been irresponsibly banging his would-be fiancee IRRESPONSIBLY this entire time. The last thing Falcon wanted to be asked advice about was A TEEN an early twenty-something pregnancy, especially when both parties were still finishing school.

NOT ON HIS WATCH.

[star_punched]

"B-BIRTH CON-"

Falcon, why didn't you just say so?! Mac threw his head in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, all while he looked directly at the floor. Mainly to hide his embarrassment and flushed face. All the color left him for a moment before he suddenly just turned red.

He was so stupid, he NEVER felt this stupid. It was obvious what he meant now, and it caused Mac to kinda flip on the shit switch.

"We ain't even-! Sir, we ain't even...done the thing!"

[raced_god]

As someone who'd fairly consistently had a (sometimes healthy, sometimes not) sex life, the idea that two young people were potentially getting married without even testing the waters was a little baffling to him. At least it meant there wasn't a danger of TEEN PREGNANCY, but Falcon couldn't see himself popping the question to anyone without knowing how things were in the bedroom, at the very least. Though he supposed it was different for everyone (an obvious example sitting right in front of him), it was still a little hard to wrap his mind around.

But it was good to know there weren't ruined educational careers on the horizon.

"Okay, well, if she says yes and you get married and take that plunge, remember you're still in school and children can wait."

A pause.

"You really haven't--?"

[star_punched]

This was a mistake. A horrible, awful mistake. He had no sex life to speak of, and here he was talking about marriage in front of some guy who probably had sex before.

Mac really now felt childish, he didn't even catch on what he was talking about.

Mac really had no clue, did he? He felt like a huge idiot. He half listened to his statement and started fully listening at the end when he questioned him. He was sure he was having a stomach ache from this.

"No sir, I ain't..."

All he could muster.

[raced_god]

This was a guy who'd probably had sex before.

"But you've talked about it, right?"

Sure, Falcon personally couldn't get behind the whole chastity-until-marriage thing, but he wasn't going to begrudge a couple if that was their choice. Because it was their choice, right. Because they'd sat down like the mature adults they were and talked about it, right? RIGHT?!

[star_punched]

Probably had sex before.

"Not...really, sir."

He was in for it now. He knew it, he could feel it. Mac felt completely ridiculous.

[raced_god]

DRINK YOUR DRINK, MAC. Falcon was certainly drinking his drink.

"Mac, before you propose to someone, there are a few important adult talks that are...generally good to have. With your significant other. Sex is one of those talks. Finances is another. Children, careers...I know it's probably really exciting to think about proposing and planning a wedding, but after that, you're married, and there are a lot of practical things to think about."

[star_punched]

He wasn't sure about the drink just yet. He felt drunk enough without it. Falcon's statement hit probably a little harder than he expected. Mac looked to the table in front of him, staring down the drink, almost tempted to drink it anyway. He knew what would happen if he did, so he tried telling himself not to.

"That's a lot of stuff to talk about," he slowly admitted. "I mean, we ain't even come close to stuff like that."

He drifted off from that last statement, did he really think this through? Sex, careers, finances, and children: the subjects that started now coming to him. How did he feel about any of this, and how could he convey it to Falcon? He thought hard.

"I mean, ever since I was on my own I told myself I wanted to start a family someday. Yeah, even have some kids," he spoke again as he was starting to think about where his confidence in this stood now. "I think things are alright financially, and we have careers and jobs to do so..."

[raced_god]

"No, Mac, that's not what I--"

Falcon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. He couldn't really blame someone so young for being so short-sighted, but hopefully he could sort of nudge him in the right direction before he got down on one knee.

"You need to have those discussions with her," he said finally, folding his arms. "I mean, what if after graduation you get a job here and she has to go back to her kingdom. She's a princess, right? She's got responsibilities back home. Maybe you want kids, but does she? You haven't even talked about whether or not you want to have sex; you don't even know if you two get along while living together."