smash_logs | Dorm Log

Who: All of Smash.
What: Dorm log! Summertime special.
Where: Student and Teacher dorms, and quite possibly beyond campus.
When: Approximately the latter half of July to the earliest of Augusts (25th - 15th)
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.

And don't forget: things are getting pretty freaky! Shadow bugs are still rife around the school and city, causing all kinds of trouble, but most significantly capable of cloning people and even objects. For the remainder of July, the dimensional lines are a little blurred and causing alternate universe versions of characters to show up. But something ever curiouser has started to show up on campus... Bubbles?

Subspace bubbles? They look kinda like the ones dotting the sky... Dare ye enter?

If you do, you'll find that it... just ends up being a portal to another part of the school. Sometimes they may lead you into some part of town. Weird! Hopefully it doesn't lead you anywhere embarrassing, like in the middle of a stage play or in the bathroom of the opposite sex. That's mortifying.

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7/27: Shadow bugs go wild and clone a bunch of office supplies. Do shadow bugs get bored or something? Beware of that stapler you're about to pick up... It might be a shadow bug clone! They're animate office supplies all around the school. At least it's easy to tell the difference between the real things and the animate ones, because the clones are purple. Unless, of course, your supplies are all purple. Then you're in a bind...er.

Also, they cloned the Kraken fountain and now it's come to life. Hope you brought some slippers.

8/1: You know those hazy purple-black pockets of subspace that keep showing up across the sky? Today, a humongous one swallowed up the sun completely. For almost all of the daylight hours, there will be a full-on solar eclipse. Aww, were you working on that golden tan? Too bad, buddy. You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow.

8/5: A herd of Towtow show up at the school overnight and stop to rest. They'll be there, napping all day with that peaceful look adorned on their faces. How cute! But you wouldn't want to see them angry... Maybe that's why you should be careful not to wake them up.

For reference, here are the rooming arrangements.

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There was something about the late summer. The days were still warm and the fields and forests green and abuzz with wildlife, but there was a lengthened awkwardness to it, like a dramatic pause in a play that someone coughs over because it had gone on for entirely too long. The scene was going to have to change, whether the actors wanted it to or not.

Lucca had scurried into the contest hall, mostly to get out of the sun and to find a cool place to study. She'd heard that about Voile's thought to put on a contest, but after a week the idea had vanished from the girl-geek's head entirely, replaced by the contents of The Trans-Regional Migration Habits of Pokemon and Their Effects on Regional Antropology, which sits tucked under her arm. It hadn't occurred to her that Voile might be in the empty hall, alone.

Dresses. Suits.

Voile tapped at her chin with some thought. Savouring the time in a masculine body had been unfortunately replaced with the norm. And she missed it, honestly. There was something about being a man that she desperately liked more than being a woman. She felt like she had something to hide behind. Like false confidence.

Diving fully into thoughts for the contest hall were good, however. Sort of. They made her think of Knuckles, whom she missed terribly. But it was a good way to keep herself busy. She had a clipboard in one hand and seemed to be going down one side of the main corridor and then down the other, making various notes and observations.

At least until she saw Lucca, which made her pause blatantly. "...Oh! When did you get here?" Better yet, why.

"Voile?" She blinks at her and fidgets with her glasses, walking up the aisle to speak to her. "I, um, I just walked in. I was looking for a cool place to study... Have you been here all afternoon?"

"Mmmmyes," Voile replies rather easily.

Hugging her clipboard to her, her posture straightens and she continues. "Yes. I run the hall here, so I come by often for decoration ideas and to inspire new projects of mine. The whole month I was unable to make any progress on outfits, but since things are what they are, it's time to go back to how things were before."

With or without shadow bugs.

"Inspire you to make outfits?"

Oh yeahhhh, she did mention that when she was a boy.

"What kind do you have in mind now?"

"Well, outfits, contests, whatever comes to me. I don't simply construct apparel." If anything, Voile's got an array of talents. It's just most of them she's not very vocal about.

She shakes her head. "I'm not sure yet, actually. Even though I'm here, I haven't had any ideas as of yet. I guess that's why I'm here."

"You know, when I'm looking for ideas, ideas about robot design... I usually take a few minutes and head outside for a walk or a swim. Nature is a great source for inspiration in mechanical design, ah... maybe it would help you too?"

"I've thought about that as well," Voile admits. Her head tips and she shifts to set a hand upon her hip. "I often spend time outside. At least anytime that it isn't winter. That hasn't been helping either."

Because she isn't about to say how she's really not that happy in the academy, and how much she's thinking about joining Phoenix in his homeland. But she needs to write him first and see if he'll actually take her. Who really knows.

"There's a rule about forcing inspiration, too. I'm trying to avoid that."

"Oh..." She rubs the back of her neck. Something was off about Voile, but she couldn't figure out what. Maybe it's the fact that the sociable Gardevoir was alone in here on a nice summer day...

"Is there something else on your mind? You know, something that's keeping you from working on things?"

"Probably, yes. I can't ever seem to get things done when my mind is elsewhere. But to be fair, I come here to work on putting together contests and the host club. Both of those are more easily streamlined."

With her left hand, she taps at her chin with some consideration, "I wanted to do an autumn themed host club, which means plenty of leaves, gourds, and things of that sort."

"Harvest-themed, sort of? That sounds nice. Either that or back-to-school, n' who wants to be reminded of that while they're having tea?" She asks, punctuating it with an awkward laugh and a cough.

"...so autumn colors? Like orange, red and yellow? I know you always go all-out decorating the place when you do this, and now you've kinda got me curious about it."

Lucca's got it in one. The non-studious students don't want to hear that classes are around the corner. The whole point of the host club around that time is to provide an ample amount of distraction.

"Yes, that's right," Voile agrees with a short little nod. "Golds, reds, ivories, oranges. Everything that goes along in there. Watching the leaves turn colour always makes me think of antiquing or that trees are set aflame. It's like seeing the beauty without all of the danger."

Even though in hindsight, it's just the life cycle of leaves coming to an end.

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