Samusicus Office Logicus [action]

[icequeen_aran]

[What's this? Samus doing a normal office log? Yeah pretty much.

She's been a little mopey lately and seeking PRIVATE TIME to work out this residual mope. So any time this week after class-hours you might find her holed up in her office or her classroom with the door slightly ajar, probably working on a huge piece of mechanical what-the-heck-is-

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Sept 10th, after EVERYONE ELSE

[pitticus]

Wandering around the school after classes were done, Pit was finally headed back to his dorm, a laundry list of homework and small chores lining his head. His thoughts were dull and unexciting to the highest, so when he heard a faint clank echo somewhere nearby, he immediately became distracted.

It came from Samus's classroom. It must be her! Finding a good way to stall himself from the tedious arrangements he had planned for himself later (naughty naughty), he slooooowly wedged the door open a bit more and peeked in.

Yes, she was in there, working on... something. Deciding she knew he was there, he widened the gap and showcased his presence with a "Hi! I thought that was you making that noise!"

[icequeen_aran]

Truth be told, Samus was not entirely sure where these crayons had come from. Crayons were imprecise, messy and didn't erase well, and not tools very conductive for blue-print drawing or any of the any other numerous Samus things she would do. ...But if she had to make a guess it probably would have been the same that Falcon was making.

Either way when it seemed like Falcon was going to stay she let a brief smile flash across her features, and hid it with a roll of her eyes. "I'll find you one, big baby." She said, getting up from her chair and leaving a fresh, blank paper on top of the desk as she left for the very not-far-away lands of her supply cabinent.

[pitticus]

"See, now look what you did," Pit whispered in loud, pronounced hisses. "You couldn't even accept your own fate. Samus is right, you are just a big baby!" He rested his arms on the desk and crossed a foot over the other, eying Falcon with that silly grin on.

[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon was still not entirely sure what was going on here, or how it came about, so while Samus was in the supply cabinet, he leaned in to perhaps garner that information from Pit, only to be called a big baby. TWICE.

"I am not a big baby." He hissed back. "My favorite color is blue, so I want a blue crayon." Bringing his voice back up to normal volume, he leaned forward in his chair. "What are you two doing, anyway?"

[icequeen_aran]

"Drawing pictures of you." Samus replied very deadpan from the supply cabinet. She returned with an entire box of crayons, 16 fresh, unused crayons in a variety of 16 fresh, unused colors.

[pedaltothemetal]

"Should I be flattered?" He said, paging through the sheets on the desk, looking for these so-called pictures of him.

[pitticus]

"Yes. Well, maybe." His body stretched out over the desk as he reached for the crayons to take a curious peek at the colors. "You might not like our interpation of you, though." Deciding that no color could be as beautiful and vivid as green, he contracted his body back and eyeballed Samus as she made her last moves around the room.

[icequeen_aran]

Samus returned to her seat and was content to stick with her purple crayon. With the three of them situated it now dawned upon her it was now going to be a matter of who started to draw next, and what.

Frankly, Samus wasn't sure where to start as the previous doodle session happened almost entirely on accident.

"Light blue, or blue blue?" She nudged the crayon box towards Falcon.

[pedaltothemetal]

"Blue blue." He said, making his careful selection and withdrawing the crayon from the box. Falcon pushed his sunglasses up his forehead and poised his crayon over a blank sheet of paper, only to remember he wasn't artistic in the slightest.

"What should I draw?"

[pitticus]

Pit was suddenly disappointed that Falcon's eyes weren't limpid pools of vivid purple wheat awestruck by the revelation of something he had never seen before: Falcon's Eyes. Gregorian choirs happened except not just kidding.

But he was staring. Into the windows. Of your soul, Falcon. Like you had something on your face. Something like eyes. Was he crazy. Maybe he was crazy. Crazy for you.

[pedaltothemetal]

Pit. Pit. What were you staring at, that's creepy. It was so intense.

Falcon glanced over at Pit, looking sort of bewildered. Did he have something on his face? Was there like...snot or something hanging out of his nose? Ketchup? Ink on his cheek? Still watching Pit with a very confused expression, he rubbed his hand across his mouth. Just in case.

"Is there something on my face?"

[pitticus]

"Eyes."

[icequeen_aran]

"Eyes."

[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon really did not see what the problem was here. "I've. Always had eyes. On my face."

They were part of his face from the day he was born.

[pitticus]

"But they were always hiding, Captain! Behind sunglasses, behind visors, behind..." Yeah that was it. "I've never seen them before! You even scratched it out on your sec-" And then he remembered Samus was in the room and cupped a palm over his mouth.

[icequeen_aran]

Uh oh. That raised eyebrow she had on her face before questioning the reasons for Pit's staring [Now made very evident. Apparently Pit had never seen his eyes! A privilege Samus had gotten very used to by now.] was now accompanied by a very curious smirk.

"Scratched out on what?"