[identity profile] the-seed-exam.livejournal.com
[The SeeDs and those potential candidates who believed themselves qualified to graduate are given no particularly special warning or advisement. They had received their orders during the Monday morning announcement, and had had two days to prepare, ask questions, gather advice, or do whatsoever they needed to.]

[Now was the time to prove they had the discipline, strength, and capability that Balamb Garden required.]



[OOC: The thread will have several subthreads. The first two open ones are BEFORE SIX and SIX. If you are involved, please track this post so that you will be alerted of responses, new threads, or whatever.]
[identity profile] fn-rebel.livejournal.com
[Jet’s walking around, only half paying attention as he scans the letter in his one hand.  It’s about the third time he’s done this now, and nothing seems to be registering.  Which frustrates him more than worries him.  They can’t explain how he got here or how he got back, but they could leave a letter just to inform him of it, huh?  How convinient.
 
A little more aggressively than he intends to, he stuffs the paper into his pocket and lets his hand linger there.  He lets his other hand find the other pocket as he quickens his pace.  A thousand thoughts are racing through his mind, and by now he's practically jogging in hopes of a familiar face.  Were the others here?  He’d been fighting (with?) Aang, right?  Maybe he got sucked into this place or whatever.
 
Walking along the Fisherman’s Horizon, Jet goes to call out the names of his friends but stops.  What use would it be?  What if it would endanger them or somehow lure them here or--
 
Temptation gets the better of him and he ventures out more, frowning and pursing his lips.]

 
Guess this is home.

[bbs]

Sep. 4th, 2011 11:15 am
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
guess who talked nida into flying us to the gd beach next weekend???

yeah thats right bitches, you can all start bowing to my awesomeness now

whoever wants can come i guess, but im not taking care of jack all for you so bring your own towels and tents and food and shit, if you starve or die from jellyfish poison i dont care im not taking responsibility

i guess there can be beach ball (lame!!!!) and fireworks and shit, someone can handle music (it better be good tho)

wtv im bad at organizing, just tell me if youre coming or not
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[There seems to be a festive atmosphere all throughout Garden. Why? Because it's the Homecoming Carnival! The Garden Festival Committee has been hard at work all morning and when 1300 hours strikes, it's finally open for everyone to enjoy.

There's a map on the Directory which shows where everything is located:

MAP )

Have fun, Garden!]


[OOC: As noted, this has been backdated to last Friday. So as not to exclude new characters who came in after, though, it can be assumed that their arrivals were backdated so they can participate.

PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL WE HAVE FINISHED PUTTING UP THE SUBCOMMENTS. Thank you! We're done posting the subcomments, you can go ahead and jump in!

EDIT: Also, we forgot to mention: Players can assume that characters take 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 Dunk Tank and Kissing Booth, it's best to leave your character's name in the subject of their comment to start off their thread to indicate their shift. Thank you!

EDIT 2: FORGIVE US! We forgot to mention that there is a price for some of the attractions at the carnival. This is a fundraiser where the money can to go whatever the Garden Festival Committee sees fit; we'll let the players and their characters decide on that front. Here's how the pricing goes:

KISS: 2 gil each
FERRIS WHEEL/ BUMPER CAR/ CAROUSEL: 5 gil per person
CARNIVAL GAME: 1 gil per game
FACE PAINTING: 2 gil per person
FOOD STALLS: We'll leave this up to characters to decide.
DUNK TANK: 5 gil for 3 balls, 10 gil for 10 balls
FORTUNE TELLING: 3 gil per reading

We hope this clarifies things!
]
laughafterme: (Pinkie: SO MUCH FUN!)
[personal profile] laughafterme
[It's a beautiful day, and everything is all setup for the date auction! Held in the courtyard, there is a mini stage set up with a microphone and speakers, and none other than Pinkie Pie is standing on the stage.

Why?

Because the actual GFC leader is too busy to be the MC for the evening. And lets face it, Pinkie will do a better job. Combined with the fact that faculty need to supervise. But who will supervise Pinkie?]

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOO ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls of all ages! Cats and dogs! Chocobos and Gummys! Lions and tigers and bears! [GASP] Oh my! Welcome to the first ever, SUPER SPECTACULAR, EXTRA AWESOME, FUNTASTIC DATE AUCTION! WOOOOOOOO! [FIST PUMP!] We have a wonderful rainbow of super special awesome people here today to make our auction a BLAST!

Lets not wait any further, guys! And gals! And animals! Oh, do we have any manticores around? [Scans the crowd, who pretty much stare at her in silence.] OH WELL!

All bids start at 1 gil and go up and UP and UP! Sorry, no rain checks or IOUs!




(ooc: There will be threads for each person! PLEASE WAIT UNTIL ALL THREADS ARE DONE BEFORE COMMENTING! DONE! GO CRAZY!

ALSO! Please put your bids in subject lines, so people can see! Threads tend to collapse after about 50 comments, so it may be a bit easier to see bids that way!

EDIT 2: THE DATE AUCTION BIDDING WILL CLOSE WEDNESDAY, EST! HELP THE ORPHANS WHILE YOU STILL CAN!)
[identity profile] erosion-sucks.livejournal.com
Option A: Lobby

[Toph is leaning against the directory with her arms crossed, unamused. The letter and course catalog are by her feet, untouched.

She's blind, Cid. Why the hell did you give her stuff to read? She's just going to stand here and people 'watch' for a while. Passerbys are free to notice her bare feet or blank stare. If you talk to her, she won't look at you.]


Option B: Quad

[Later, after lunch, Toph is sitting against a convenient wall, apparently doing nothing. People walking by her, however, have a tendency to trip and glance back at the ground behind them, swearing there was a dip there only to find that the ground is just as flat as it's always been.

She's bored and making people look like idiots is entertaining.]

011 [BBS]

Jul. 22nd, 2011 01:14 am
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
I'm planning a shopping trip for Homecoming this weekend if anyone wants to join me. Everyone is welcome. I'd be happy to give fashion advice to anyone who wants a few suggestions.

If you want to come, be at the front gate at 10am this Saturday.

~Bulla
[identity profile] dangerousthings.livejournal.com
[Luki is in the hallway, standing on one hand and trying to hold as still as she can in that position. Her arm muscles twitch slightly from the strain.

Fortunately for all around, she had the foresight to put on a pair of black and pink shorts under her uniform skirt before doing this, so she's not flashing more than the shorts while upside down, balancing on her one hand. After a minute, she checks her watch on her free hand.
]

All right! Five minutes!
[identity profile] pyromatics.livejournal.com
[Cafeteria. Lunch hour. Monday.

Zuko's got his tray in front of him, seated off to the left of the line a few rows over. He's by himself of course, the rest of the seats available for anyone who so wishes to join 'Scarface' (as dubbed by Kiden).

Normally he's not in a chipper looking mood; it looks like today's no different. But hey ... when you have someone break into your dorm room and attempt to assassinate you in your sleeptry to leave death threats... oh and then your supposed best friend is depressed because you're dating the girl he wanted so bad...

Yeah.

Not the best past two or so weeks.
]
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
[Bulla's walking around and handing out turquoise coloured flyers. Thanks to Vanille's help, she's got some that are pretty nice. The ones Bulla made herself are simpler, although they get the message across.

The ads Bulla made read "Vote Bulla Brief for Homecoming Princess. As the Head of Fight Club, the unofficial Fashion Club and a member of the Garden Festival Committee, she stays involved with what's going around Garden. She can also protect you from Grell."

Bulla offers a cheerful smile to everyone she approaches.
]

Hi!
[identity profile] redforehead.livejournal.com
[Aah, isn't it a glorious day!? The sun is shining, the sea is... full of salty sea-goodness, and not a single enemy bird in sight!

Yeah, it's not every day you cross some odd threshold where an infinite number of realities suddenly and inexplicably converge, and you're left standing in some guy's office with a piece of paper in your hands telling you how awesome and amazing you are with a faceless wonder asking you questions about your personal life.

Seriously, cabbages are a sensitive subject, okay?

But enough about that. Once everything's said and done and he's arranged his things in his dorm (which really means dumping them in a heap on his bed and sauntering right back out of there), Sokka's first aim - since he's been informed classes aren't until the day after tomorrow - is to hit that Training Center he's heard about. Because quite honestly, there's only one way to get over being separated from your friends and main squeeze without any warning.

And that's to throw pointy objects at strange foreign creatures and hope something lands.

Except, well... when he exits the dorm hall? He'll discover that the cafeteria is practically right next door to the dormitories. And if disguising himself as the shortest, skimpiest prison guard ever has taught him anything... cafeteria means FOOD! Probably limp, wilted and shriveled lumps of what could barely pass for edible, but at this point, he's willing to take that chance.

Sinking his boomerang into something can wait a few more minutes. Right?
]

Well... at least they think I'm a cool dude. That counts for something!


( ooc: So yeah! Feel free to run into him in the dormitory area, cafeteria, training center - or the corridors leading to any of them! And if your name happens to be DAVE STRIDER... well, first of all, I'm sorry. Deeply sorry. Second of all, welcome to your new roommate~. 8] )
[identity profile] gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com
[Dorm room B117 -- you just know this is going to be trouble, right?]

[It's mid-evening when a pair of explosions followed by a surprised yelp sound from behind the half-open door, followed by a heavy thud of something falling over and hitting the floor hard.]


Uh-oh.
[identity profile] pyromatics.livejournal.com
[Standing at the edge of the Quad garden Zuko's eying the strawberry bushes his previous Home Economics class had planted weeks ago. He's got his arms folded over his chest and a confused glare on his face as he stares down at the plants.

It's been bugging him for a while now... what could he get Katara? What would she like? Flowers seemed too... fast, too soon, he wasn't sure about the flowers. Not right now. And so here he was glowering at the strawberry bushes as though that alone would change his mind.

Were they ripe enough to pick? Could he even use his fingers to pick them? What if he squished them from plucking them too hard off the stems? What if Katara had an allergy to strawberries? What if he brought her a basket of them and he ended up putting her in a hospital bed?!

All sorts of negative thoughts were running through his mind, he's that distracted that if anyone came by he might not notice them at first.
]
[identity profile] pyromatics.livejournal.com
[This will forever be unsigned.

Actually - Zuko can't believe he's posting this to the BBS, but who the hell is he going to go to for this sort of advice? Aang? Yeah right. And Sokka's not around-- wait, no, that might actually be a bad idea considering it's about uh Katara.

It takes Zuko a good ten minutes before he finally decides what to do and hits the POST button, frowning and shutting down the computer system before he can go back and delete it.
]

I need some advice.
[identity profile] noras-boy.livejournal.com
Hey Guys.

I was just wondering if anyone was majoring in BATT-MED. I was kind thinking I'd sign up but I wanted to talk about it first.

Also, I was wondering how hard the sociology and political science classes were.

I'm trying to get this all sorted as early as possible I guess.

Thanks in advance,

- Hope Estheim.


[OOC: Replies will be kind of slow till tuesday! Busy Busy Busy x___x]
[identity profile] watertides.livejournal.com
[Katara is in the Training Center, sitting next to the creek running down the middle of the facility. One would think that it isn't particularly safe to be just sitting in a jungle-like setting populated with monsters and fiends, but Katara seems to hardly take in her surroundings. In fact, she's blankly looking into the water, knees drawn up to her chest and chin resting on her arms which are folded on top, her expression mostly expressionless with just the smallest hint of a furrow in her brow.

Needless to say, there's a lot on her mind.]
[identity profile] dangerousthings.livejournal.com
[It's not a common sight, but Luki's hard at work in the library. She's doing some research for a project and writing out notes. For a brief moment, her vision blurs and she feels dizzy, but after clutching at her head for a couple of seconds, it passes. What she doesn't notice immediately is that she's got a nosebleed.

She feels moisture coming out of her nose and sniffles, but a drop of blood drops on her paper.
]

Aaah! Gross!
wrnpcs: ([headmaster])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the Ballroom cheerily decorated located on the second floor.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. The Headmaster speaks to the Garden.
]

The Valentine's Day dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Valentine's Day dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The dance will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

The dance and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Garden Festival Committee.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building.]


A mod note )
[identity profile] pinwheel-ninja.livejournal.com
[Today hadn't really carried the weight most moving days seemed to. Yuffie supposed that was all thanks to her lack of actual material possessions -- whatever had seen fit to pull her from Wutai and bring her here could have at least given her like, a twenty minutes heads-up to get some of her stuff together. Not that she wasn't grateful. Things had been getting pretty hairy back home, what with that old guy being a creeper on her and that awful kidnapping business.

... really, all things considered, this wasn't a bad place to be. Besides. Things were just things. She could steal herself some new things just as easily as she's stolen the old ones, and she'd be feeling perfectly at home in her dorm room in no time. Which, she noted as she entered, looking kinda sterile as it was. Sigh. Boring. But what else could she expect? SeeD was more or less military. She almost completely bypassed the other girl in the room before she stopped herself, holding one hand up in lieu of a wave.]


What's up? I take it you're my roommate?

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