rivalthunderbolts: ([Human] Awww yeah)
[personal profile] rivalthunderbolts
Who: Jolt and Riwane
What: Jolt makes some dinner for a hungry chayzard
Where: Picnic out by the lake
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: M for MEAT!

Things were looking up for the people at the mansion, but in other ways things were looking gloomy. Char was gone, and so was Jon. Two people that Jolt and Riwane cared about. Jolt was feeling a bit down, but even in that mood he worried about Riwane too. She took it hard when Jon wasn't feeling like himself. This had to be rough on her too. He wanted to put a smile on both their faces, and he had just the thing for it. 

The way to Jolt's heart was through his stomach, and nothing said good times better to him than some meat. And after visiting with Jock, he knew meat was in plentiful supply in the kitchen. He spent all day cooking and preparing it, and after dropping a note off on Riwane's door inviting her out to the woods, he hauled out a blanket, plates, glasses, and plenty of good eats as he set up a nice picnic lunch for them by the edge of the lake.
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[personal profile] trustycrowbar
It was an odd blend of skills that Gordon had collected since he left home. He never thought, for example, that he'd learn to fish, nor would he ever guess that it would actually be useful later. For a couple of days during the week, he'd take off into the woods in the early morning, and by midday three or four cheep-cheeps would be left in the kitchen, stuffed in a fishing basket.

Anyone who follows him out in the morning might be surprised as to his methods, however.

One of the streams leading to the rim of the island, almost large enough to be a river, flows through the woods. His shirt and shoes are resting on the rocks nearby. He's standing in the slow moving water, spear in hand--

Wait. A spear?

Yes. A spear that is the kind of thing that only could make. Metal, cords, warning labels, duct tape, and exotic conductive metals are involved, with a spring-loaded handle that he cocks like a shotgun. The metallic ringing sound it makes rises in pitch to a high whine of electric charge. He finally throws, and it discharges with a flash of light and yields a fat, wriggling fish. You see, he's gotten better since Ziio taught him, but manipulating the magnetic field to make the fish curious... it helps.
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[personal profile] will_be_god
Who: Cyrus
What: Galaxy Club rises again!
Where: In front of the living quarters
When: Friday
Warnings: uh...politics I guess



There had been multiple postings on the board about an assembly to take place. All were invited.

Upon arrival, there was Cyrus at a makeshift podium. Paper and a large box were in front of it on a small table.

Once enough were present, he spoke, clear and direct. "Citizens of Smash Academy. Newcomers. All of you. We have an opportunity afforded to very few in history. We in this land are able to create our own society, free from the shackles of our pasts. We will require strong leaders and intelligent followers."

This was, of course, a far cry from the intentionally stupid and foolish Galactic grunts he had once surrounded himself with. Intelligent grunts would ask too many questions. But here, people knew his former goal. He would address that too if asked.

"We will create a society that works for common goals. One that does not divide. One that progresses together, and gives all for each other. We will achieve that aim together."

He gestured to the box before him. "I have provided these ballots for fair voting on who you believe ought to lead us. This will not ensure that position to them, merely begin a common conversation about their benefits and drawbacks. Think clearly and truly, free of any threats or hindrances."

A part of him still couldn't believe that he was relying on those around him so much. He would have instituted himself as de facto leader, bringing order by any means.

"Consider your surroundings. Not only us, but the natural world, and the future of this place."

And he hoped it wouldn't be Eggman
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[personal profile] lovely_wind
Who: EVERYONE
What: CHERRY BLOSSOM FESTIVAL
Where: Outside on the mansion grounds where there are cherry blossoms that have magically not finished blooming yet this late into April
When: RIGHT NOW???
Warnings: Rated S for SHOJO

Stadiums and tournaments and rankings were all well and good, but they were lacking things that Flurrie felt were far too important to go ignored. Style! Beauty! Grace! Culture! This place needed more of it. Fortunately, with spring in full force, she had a fantastic idea to bring everyone together to celebrate just those things!

And so, a message appears on the bulletin board:



Underneath it was more information, including dates and a request to contact her if the reader were interested in hosting a booth at the festival.

When the day arrived for the festivities, the mansion's inhabitants will find a lovely grove of cherry blossoms decorated with streamers, flower arrangements, and numerous booths waiting for them. Where did Flurrie get all this? It is a mystery.

((OOC: Open mingle log! The booths can be absolutely anything you want- food, games, stuff for sale, magic tricks, etc, and your character is free to host one if they would be so inclined. It's not as big as past festivals obviously, but Flurrie tried.))

3, 2, 1, Smash!

This is the main RP community for [community profile] smashrising! Most of the action takes place right here, whether it be by tasty tasty prose logs or your simpler action bracket posts. Come explore the land, fix up your new home, and experience everything Smash has to offer!


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