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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[icequeen_aran]

"Twice." Samus reached for a clean sheet of paper and spoke as she drew. "It sends out these... spiritual eye orbs and tries to hit you with it's tentacles." Of course the drawing started to take a life of it's own as a scene developed, a great battle, and the heroic stick angel was joined by some kind of robotic looking friend. Her previous project was at this point, completely forgotten about.

"Defeating it will keep the galaxy at peace."

[pitticus]

Pit liked this. He liked this a lot. He watched with eager eyes as each line was drawn, casting himself into the make-believe action alongside Samus. What a team they would make. Much of Samus's battle styles remained unknown to him, but he had only a generalized idea of what she'd be like, and she was a force to fear in his actively churning mind.

"And with two of our expert warriors out to protect the universe, its safety will be ensured. Phantoon doesn't stand a chance!

"Especially if I call on Palutena's help." He began to scribble some tiny figures on the side of Justice to lend some firepower to the fray.

IF THIS IS NOT OK JUST TELL ME

[pedaltothemetal]

It was odd to find Samus in her office, and even odder to find her there with someone else, but the voices coming from the other side of the door were rather unmistakable.

They didn't sound like they were talking about class, so Falcon didn't even bother to knock and cracked open the door instead, peeking inside. "Am I interrupting?"

NO IT'S ALWAYS OKAY

[icequeen_aran]

Samus found herself enjoying this far more than she should have, smiling as Pit added Palutena's army of little figures with more bows and arrows. Samus drew a big "X" in Phantoon's one eye.

"The Galaxy is--" And then she heard a voice. Samus admittedly flinched a little her in seat and immediately ceased drawing, looking like she had just been caught in the act of... having fun and enjoying herself.

"--Hello."

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

[pitticus]

Pit had also snapped out of their moment and peered over, catching sight of Falcon- he smiled instantaneously. "Ah, Captain!"

[pedaltothemetal]

He hadn't been formally invited in, but he was going to ease into the office anyway, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. His eyes traveled over what was covering the desk--it looked like Samus was working on some kind of mechanical project (which he would certainly ask about later), but that didn't explain what she was doing with Pit.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

[icequeen_aran]

Samus looked to Pit as if to silently ask if it was an interruption, but from the angel's expression it was clear this was not.

"No." She seemed to visibly relax and slouched a little in her seat. The mechanical project was forgotten about, a trail of blueprints leading up to some blank and not so blank papers with crayon drawings scrawled all over them. Tales of heroic battles and one-eyed monsters.

[pitticus]

"What do you need?" piped Pit, still craning over backwards to get a good view of Falcon. "Is it business? Or did you just come for a visit."

[pedaltothemetal]

"I was just visiting." He replied, shrugging and approaching the desk. At first, he was looking to see if he could garner anything from the work-in-progress or the blueprints spread across the table, but his gaze fell on the apparent...doodle-session instead.

"But if you two are busy, I can come back later."

[icequeen_aran]

The work-in-progress probably would have been very relevant to Falcon's interests but there was little explaining the doodle-explosion that happened in the meantime.

While it was slightly embarrassing for the ever serious Miss Aran to be caught drawing crayon monsters she saw an opportunity in this and made a very subtle dare to Falcon, one she was confident Pit would encourage.

"I'm afraid you'll need a crayon if you want to stay."

[pitticus]

"Oh no, we only have two!" Pit cried, raking his line of vision across the desk, then sending it over the classroom again. There had to be a crayon somewhere. He went on an adventure because Falcon should stay and draw with them. Then all three of them could protect the galaxy.

"Hold on, Captain! I'll find one for you! There's got to be another one around here somewhere...

"...Yeah! On a chair! I got red!" His arm shot into the air with great triumph.

[pedaltothemetal]

Falcon raised an eyebrow and pulled up a chair, not sure why Samus had crayons, but then realizing they were probably left over from that unfortunate wave o' babies. He inched their current masterpiece towards them, smiling ever-so-slightly at the adorable drawing of Samus and Pit fighting space monsters.

Then Pit found the red crayon. "I don't get blue?" He mock-whined.

[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.