[personal profile] wrfiends
  • Links go to images, except for the Tri-Face link, which goes to FF Wiki.
  • Mods will not be NPCing monsters unless requested; please feel free to NPC your own.
  • On a scale of one to ten for strength, one being Training Center Grats and ten being the Island Closest to Heaven, most of these monsters fall around seven or eight.
  • All monsters are, on occasion, vulnerable to Card, Devour, and the various one-shot spells.
  • Monsters are finite and do not respawn.
  • IC-ly, we expect this to be over in a day or two.
  • These locations aren't strict, just intended as starting scenarios; both characters and monsters may freely move around.
  • Questions, clarifications, NPC requests, comments? Tell us here or by the usual channels.)
  • wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    [There seems to be a festive atmosphere all throughout Garden. Why? Because it's the Homecoming Carnival! The Garden Festival Committee have been hard at work all morning and when 1300 hours strikes, it's finally open for everyone to enjoy.

    The directory has been reprogrammed slightly:
    It also has a piece of paper stuck underneath:

    Kissing booth: Turn around
    Food booths: Around 1F main circle
    Triple Triad: 2F bridge
    Carnival games: Front gate area
    Chocobo rides: Road to Garden

    Each stall/booth has free, more elaborate maps:
    Large image! )

    Have fun, Garden!]

    Each attraction has its own thread. We've listed the people running shifts in the top comments as a reminder to those who signed up; feel free to make your character a thread for their shift even if you missed OOC signups.

    Characters have different shifts which allow for everyone to enjoy other parts of the carnival as well instead of being stuck manning a booth the whole night. For the dunk tank, kissing booth, food booths, and talent quest it's best to leave your character's name in the subject of their comment to start off their thread indicating their shift/time onstage.

    Proceeds will be split between further events and building and furnishing a student lounge for fun stuff, so most attractions cost money:
    Kissing booth: 2 gil per kiss
    Chocobo rides: 5 gil per person
    Carnival games (archery, throwing/shooting X at Y, water gun race, whack a mole, skee ball, Ring the Bell, etc): 1 gil per game
    Face painting: 2 gil per person
    Food stalls: Snow cones 3 gil, cotton candy 3 gil, and funnel cake 5 gil; "food from your home world" up to individual characters
    Dunk tank: 5 gil for 3 balls, 10 gil for 10 balls
    Fortune telling: 3 gil per reading
    Marriage booth: 5 gil a couple
    Balloon animals: 3 gil an animal
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    [personal profile] wrmods
    [The mission takes place in three parts... but only one matters.]

    [The first part was transporting the hover-car, by truck, from a scientific facility near Dollet to Deling City proper. This, of course, was the most dangerous step, with the greatest potential from interference from outside sources. With every move coordinated, every step double-checked, and every mile nerve-wracking, the convoy made it safely to Deling City without any assault from any outside force.]

    [Should be a piece of cake from there, right? The next part was guarding it in its warehouse facility, and that too proved easy; a false alarm on the second night of guard detail proved to be a pooch entirely too interested in a bird on the roof, rather than the oncoming force of a thousand SI troops it first seemed to be.]

    [The third part? On the second evening of the conference, accompanied by scientist and event organizer Vindcent Rubello, the SeeD Team escorted the hovercar in its transport truck through the streets of Deling City to the conference building and supervised its setup and activation... only to hear something of a tumult inside...]

    [Vindcent hurries for the doors into the auditorium, as his intern hops into the car to steer it after him through the back halls to the stage. Obviously, they expect the SeeDs to come and continue their guard details... ]
    om_nom_namur: Art by Pink Afro on Pixiv (thug life)
    [personal profile] om_nom_namur
    The Great King Pirate Marco's reign is near its end. He's borne his burden well and now the time has come to pass the lofty Balamb Crown. Brave, charming, and totally available, Portgas D. Ace is certain to be named Prince, as well he ought. A more fitting heir will not be found in all of Balamb. But what of the King? Oh yes, what indeed? Three brothers have been chosen likely to fill the King Pirate's glittery throne. They have been quiet thus far, but no longer! It is time for action! For men and brothers to clash in merriment! It is time for war.

    A War of Succession.

    SeeD Instructor THATCH and SeeD Instructor ESPIO are hereby challenged to a series of feats of strength and fortitude. They are to meet with SeeD Instructor Namur upon the Quad on Monday, being the Twenty-Eighth day of October at 1700 or else they shall henceforth be known and appraised throughout this great Garden by the title of Guppyshits.

    [If anyone believes Namur didn't get help writing that piece of fine literature, they will be dead wrong. Regardless, the gauntlet has been thrown. Namur will be out on the Quad dancing to his boombox while he waits for Thatch and Espio to show up. There's a crate of turnips in the grass behind the boombox, three jugs of apple cider, and two construction paper signs emblazoned with the word "GUPPYSHIT" in traditional graffiti font. A small crowd of curious onlookers has begun to gather. All that's missing are the challenged contenders.]
    fionna_time: (Don't be shy)
    [personal profile] fionna_time
    First off, I'm real glad you guys totes nominated me at all! I'm pretty new, so, you know, I definitely appreciate it!

    I'm not sure all the stuff a homecoming princess does other than pose and all, but I'll try to be a real good rep for you guys, all doing your best to get ahead and become SEEDS! It's still tough for me, every day, so you know, total props to you! Uh, yeah, and I hope the homecoming dance is awesome, which it will be! I hope you all have a good time, and if you could, I'd like to be your homecoming princess, ok?

    Oh yeah, totally gotta sweeten the deal, like Grell! Uh, I made cake pops! At the quad! They look weird, but they taste good, I tested them!

    [Fionna will be here, in her usual skirt and shirt, and coincidentally, you will see school books next to her while she waits].
    fionna_time: (hats off)
    [personal profile] fionna_time
    [For once, she's not wearing her hat, and she's lying on her stomach, pencil between her teeth. She knew that the new trimester was going to be tough, but who knew that magic was going to actually be the tough one? Saying all those words at just the right time, making things go as she wanted...that was all concentrated intuition, and Fionna was more about impromptu! It was pretty rough, enough that she was shut up in the library, whispering to herself.]

    Ugh...said that wrong...
    thatched: (Default)
    [personal profile] thatched

    All Blue Phoenix Pirates who can read this message go cuddle Namur stat and don't let go until he begs for mercy and even then.

    [and, watch out, Namu-mu, he's coming to do just that]
    om_nom_namur: Art by Pink Afro on Pixiv (criminal brand)
    [personal profile] om_nom_namur
    Greetings Balamb Garden!

    It's about that time again, and we're already at number eleven! We have a very special issue for you this time around!

    A snippet of various things! )

    Until next time, Garden!

    Miss Tattler

    [It most certainly is posted under Namur's ID. So he must be Miss Tattler!!]
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    [personal profile] wrmods
    [Thursday morning, 0559 hours.]

    [Garden as a whole abruptly drops two feet.]

    [The facility strikes the ground with a massive crash and shake that bears the full weight of every single one of its pounds. Loose items tumble to the floor and glass shatters in a cacophonous tumult that only serves as counterpoint to the greater and far more ominous crash of earth meeting metal. Massive vibrations race through Garden as different parts of it resonate with the force of the impact. Somewhere on the first floor, a chocobo literally screams in rage, a sound almost monstrous in its inhumanity. The lights flicker and then go out entirely.]

    [Like an earthquake -- and no one would blame anyone for mistaking the source of the crash and shake, if not for the sickening drop that had yanked everyone's stomach into their throat for a heartstopping moment -- the shaking, roar, and vibrations slowly fade away, leaving only panick, fear, and disarray behind. And very ominous silence. The power has failed; the lights are out, water does not flow, and besides the residents, nothing stirs.]

    [Then... slowly, but inexorably, Balamb Garden begins to tilt.]

    [OOC: This is a general reaction and mingle post! You may also make your own posts if you so desire. If you need a mod response to a thread for information or a reaction, please ping us through PM!]
    ascendit: (try to pull a stunt like this)
    [personal profile] ascendit
    [Someone has been absent from class all week. Why?]

    i was hiding for a WEEK. you guys suck at finding people.

    [Nate is much easier to find now, though: He's in the library, catching up on the CUL 101 classes he missed by copying photos of Shumi from a textbook and annotating these drawings with cultural information. You can bug him! Or perhaps he will bug you when he tears out a page from his notebook, crumples it up, and throws it out - without really looking up to properly target the bin.

    [Yeah, he might have hit someone.]


    Aug. 10th, 2013 11:19 pm
    thatched: (deadpan)
    [personal profile] thatched
    Anyone up for a little piracy? Pillaging? Plundering? That sort of thing? Giving some jerks a bloody nose? Or should we just get hammered and run a riot through good old Balamb?

    [Anyone who wants to speak to Thatch will find him underneath the shade of a tree, leaning against it and looking up at the sky, thoroughly bored. An open book on sailing is face down on the ground beside him and there's a bento half eaten as he picks his teeth]
    laughafterme: (Pinkie: cracked)
    [personal profile] laughafterme
    HEY EVERYONE! We should really get together and have a big Hide-And-Go-Seek game, so this way if anymore people-eaters turn up, they'll have a hard time finding us because we're so CRAZY GOOD at hiding!!

    And if that doesn't work, we can simply kick some butt!! :D

    SO WHO'S IN?!

    EDIT: Maybe only a few people heard the news???

    People Eaters=Some loonie eating off-worlders! Just because!! How awful and really, really, really gross!! He was caught, though, but there could be more!! D:
    friendswithmaniacs: (liar liar pants on fire)
    [personal profile] friendswithmaniacs

    I hope I'm using this right. My name is Colette Brunel. It's really nice to meet you all and work here with everyone. I'm going to do my best too. Before that I felt I should introduce myself. Back home the villagers say what brings people together is their stomachs. What's your favorite food?

    Before I go one thing. Mr. Seed told me I have to pick a specialization. I don't know too much about those. I'm really good at eating cake, but I don't think that counts. Could someone explain?

    Let's be friends,

    [After classes finish for the day Colette is a little downhearted. In her classes she didn't understand too much what was being discussed. Some like math were things she'd learned from Professor Sage back home. Others like world geography had her completely stumped. And then came the worst class of all.

    She hoped the dance instructor wasn't too mad about the hole in the wall. She hadn't meant to trip at that exact moment. Honest!

    Being a seed was hard. They had to know a lot of about the world and dance and work as an effective team! She didn't think she was the best for this, but she really didn't want to let anyone down. Because all the people here were trying to help her too. And she really wanted to be friends with them all.

    Wandering across the empty quad she glanced around. This looked like the perfect spot. Taking up the starting position from dance class she nodded to herself.]

    You can do this Colette! It went like this. And then. Like this and--

    [The first couple steps flowed together. It was when she got to the turn she lost her balance and began wheeling her arms frantically before falling right on her behind.]

    black: (fanart ✘ casual ✘ burger.)
    [personal profile] black
    ID 86921 posted:

    I am a volunteering SeeD for Cadets who need an escort for training missions. My weekends are free.


    [ With that, Saber closed her laptop. Sitting in the cafeteria at 0915, the Instructor was passing the time by browsing the network. That didn't last long, as it never did much to interest her.

    Saber's usual haunt was the library since it was quiet, and she also liked the training area. The best place for her to be, made obvious by the stack of about ten empty plates besides her laptop, was the cafeteria.

    She had quite a lot of time to kill over the weekends, especially on Saturday. Deciding to focus on her burger, Saber leaned back in her chair as she looked around from the table she occupied. She had managed to secure one towards the back of the cafeteria, and was somewhat out of the way.

    When she finished eating, Saber could be found wandering the lobby, poking into the library to pick up some books, and then heading into the training area to check on things. ]

    ((Hello, WR! This is Saber's intro post. Feel free to have your character talk to her before she leaves the cafeteria, or find her in the lobby, library, or training area! If your character is currently in WTR 201 on MWF or WTR 202 on T/Th, this might be a good chance for them to say hello to their extremely apathetic and kind of creepy Instructor outside of class!))


    Jul. 6th, 2013 04:16 pm
    om_nom_namur: Art by Pink Afro on Pixiv (thug life)
    [personal profile] om_nom_namur
    [Saturday means no classes if you've worked hard and made sure you got your school shit done. An acquired boombox means unending music. And a fishman in the mood to celebrate means that passersby will learn something about Namur that they may not have known before now.

    Specifically, Shark's Got Moves.

    He records himself through a couple songs, and posts it to the network as if everybody in Garden wasn't already aware of what he's doing. Those inclined to jump in, feel free! He likes watching as much as he likes showing off. So come on down, be amazed, maybe give a high five. It's his birthday, after all, and instead of angsting over getting older, Namur wants to revel in the fact that holy shit, it's been 37 years since his Ma spawned him, and he's not dead yet!]
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    [personal profile] jointheclub
    If anyone who underwent a... change, during the battle, could drop by my office? I'm quite curious about it. I'd like to do some studies on it. No tests, you needn't worry about drinking any experimental potions! Just a few questions and some other minor matters depending.

    -Instructor Slughorn

    [The Potions Professor is indeed hard at work, or at least as hard as he gets, since he makes potions look easy as a general rule. His office has a startling number of cauldrons heating brews, and the cloud of steam and smoke hovering at the ceiling has taken on a number of curious and different tones.]
    thatched: (adorable)
    [personal profile] thatched
    Hey, Cutie. Thanks for the bento! It was ridiculously adorable of you.

    Love, Thatch.

    [to anyone who wants to happen upon the Thatchinator, he'll be sitting in the quad, enjoying his meal]
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    [personal profile] wrmods
    [Time Compression, in its purest form -- a tangled ball like a naked singularity, where space and time are points rather than dimensions, and no standard laws of reality apply.]

    [The Gate of Truth: a portal between this world and another, the means by which alchemical energy comes into this world, capable of separating those who cross it into body, mind, and soul.]

    [Mixing the two might have been a bad idea.]

    [From a circle on the ground in the very depths of Tears Point, a yawning void opens. From it pour hands -- hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny shadow-hands on endlessly long, shapeless black arms. Though nothing seems to be guiding them, they unerring seek out everything and everyone living nearby. Slash them, cut them, burn them, blast them -- they simply reform and redouble their efforts to seize living beings.]

    [Suddenly the flow shifts. Whereas before the circle disgorged Cthonian nightmares, now it pulls with unearthly strength. The shadow-hands wrap around their targets, seize them, and pull them in fast and hard.]

    [All is blinding white.]

    [The scene abruptly resolves into coherent shapes and images again. Where before, they had stood under a sky red with monsters, now the heroes stand beneath a sky full of clouds, whose whiteness is the same ominous density that grey-blackness would be in a normal world. Lower in the sky, nearly blotting out those clouds, hung Lunatic Pandoras, countless Lunatic Pandoras, limitless temporal repetition of the same monolith.]

    [In the center, where the Time Compression Distortion had touched Tears Point, now all that was visible was the bloated, decaying husk of a spider. A massive spider, whose sprawled legs stretch far off into the distance. Atop it, a spider that was miniscule only in comparison to the titan frantically weaves another line into a great web that seems poised to catch a descending crystal as it lurches laboriously groundward from some far-off point in the sky.]

    [And if all that is strange, wait till you look around...]

    [But there's still a job to be done.]

    [OOC: Discussion post is here, and you really ought to read it before you post! Again, no tag order, multiple locations.]
    wrnpcs: ([library npc])
    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    [Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

    [The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

    [The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

    [The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

    [Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

    [Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

    [At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

    [As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

    [The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

    [Lunatic Pandora.]

    [At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

    [The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

    [The Lunar cry has begun.]

    [OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]


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