Sep. 1st, 2011 12:27 am
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How do you get rid of animals?

[Today you will find Squall sitting outside in the Quad. Why? It might have something to do with the crowd of animals gathering around him. Birds, deer, mice, cockroaches, there's even a few grats from the Training Center. None of them seem violent, pressing in around Squall like a cat looking for a good pet. Speaking of which all those illegal cats in B-Garden? Yeah you might see a few of those too.

Squall looks like he's reaching his limit though. Standing up he slashes his arm through the air.]


[...Nothing happens. In fact the animals press in closer. Sitting back down on a bench he just puts his head in his hands. What'd he do to deserve this...]

((ooc: For the super power event Squall's power is animal magnetism. Good luck dragging those cats away.))
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[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:


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
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!
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[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.


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!


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!

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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.]
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[This is Rikku. Rikku's about as confused as you can get. She wanted to go to the Thunder Plains, not some crazy world with a military academy. She's a pickpocket/techie, not a merc!

...But there's lots of cool machina here, so if nothing else, maybe she can study this stuff, get some plans drawn up, and take them with her when she goes home.

For now, though, she's just sort of sitting in the quad, under a tree, watching all the people go by and trying not to look terrified. How well that's working depends on how observant you are.

Also? She's still in her bikini.]

[[ooc: if I have done anything wrong, please tell me XD;; most tags will be coming after I deal with my father and grandfather today.]]
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[There is a dog loose in the Garden.

A two foot high at the shoulder, white-and-silver dog with red eyes, to be specific. And he is currently snuffling around the directory board with a rather puzzled expression on his face and a ball held firmly in his mouth.

He keeps his nose pointed right at the ground as he continues to move around, sniffing the whole way...Although, he is slowly beginning to drift towards the cafeteria, with a tail slowly twitching into full wagging mode.]

((OOC: The shiba inu is roaming around the Garden! So if you want to meet him elsewhere, just put it in the subject header.))
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[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] )
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Survival Skills Group #2: Bika Snowfield

Location specific information + Items provided by Garden )

[The second stop! The Ragnarok lands briefly to let the second group unload its items in the snowy fields of the Bika Snowfield. Brrr, would hate to be out here for a whole week! Another "Good Luck" from the transportation team, and they're off!]

[Mod note: Be sure to be on the lookout as surprises may pop up in the thread. Each group is given one signal flare that should only be used if they require the immediate retrieval by a nearby SeeD squad sent to discreetly watch over them. Good luck!]
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[At first, Junpei just figures he's come down with something. It happens, right? After kicking ass all night in Tartarus and then getting up to go to school the next day, it tends to wear a guy out, so the onset of a cold or something of the like isn't strange to him. This feels a little different, but he supposes it was really only a matter of time. Getting dumped into an alternate dimension is bound to expose you to something nasty.

But usually when he's under the weather he just sleeps a lot. And whatever is wrong with him this time, it's robbed him of that. He's spent the past two or three days laying on his bed in his dorm, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He hasn't eaten the whole time, but finds he's not hungry. This morning he finally decided maybe it was time to go and talk to somebody about it, and was alarmed to see that his skin had taken on a peculiar greenish hue. Oh boy. This can't be good. Well, at least chances are that this school nurse won't make him try any weird potions.

Nothing could have prepared him for the news that he's been stricken with Zombie. ...How the hell does that even work? Unfortunately, it seems the usual means of ridding people of the effects of these strange ailments that seem to be affecting most of the student body at the moment aren't working. So he's advised to just stick it out--the malady won't hurt him, he's told--the effects should wear off on their own eventually.

But now he's left with a simple quandary: he's a zombie. And he's hardly been acting the part. Anyone passing through the lobby today might notice a very ill-looking Junpei shambling about, practicing making groaning noises that may or may not sound rather like 'braaaaains'. Don't worry, though, he's not unreasonable. I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes...]

[sorry i fell off the face, guys. TT^TT work is really lame.]
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[After all these days wandering around Garden and getting into odd situations due to her Confused state, Katara really should have figured that the best course of action would be to just stay in her dorm. But nope! She's out and about again, and this time in the lobby. And what is she confused about this time? Well, obviously the fountain surrounding the elevator and decorating the lobby is just a really fancy, oversize pool. In her eyes, the bench just off to the side is just a series of really large steps leading up to the diving board.

She's standing on the ledge now, looking about ready to dive into the water.

Are you going to save her?]
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[Somehow, the Quad has become much more blood-stained than most people remembered it. For those who can see, there's blood everywhere. The scent of blood's impossible to escape too. It feels like some battle just came over-- and unfortunately for the loser, his blood went every which way. (The most miraculous part is that the flowers - and all the other plants - are suspiciously clean. Only the pathway's stained with incredibly thick blood.)

In the middle of all that mess? Is one incredibly sick-looking Damian. His skin's very pale and green; there's blood splattered all over his clothes; and is that... parts of a human brain sticking out of his mouth? His eyes are wide open - and dilated - too.

He's just lying there, possibly dead. It's a wonder - or maybe it isn't, if everyone's dealing with problems - that no one's rushed him off to the infirmary yet.]
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[Those present in the quad today will be treated to an odd sight -- an enraged monk. Aang is pacing angrily in circles around the space, looking downright frustrated. After a while of this, he stops, and makes to pull at his nonexistent hair, directing the coming outburst at no one in particular.]

Why the heck am I so angry?!
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[ Everyone within a hundred mile radius probably heard the blood curdling scream erupt from Azula's mouth as she quickly realized her eyesight was gone.

She fumbled about in her room, not bothering trying to put on proper clothes and fix her messy hair as she stumbled out and down the hallway in her robe. Surely she would find somebody who would come to her aid-- the Headmaster's little comment wasn't enough to reassure her everything would be alright. Zuko would have to come and check up on her, make sure she was alright-- would he? Would she even cross his mind? She didn't think she could even make it up the stairs and to his room like this. She was useless. Katara certainly wouldn't care, she'd probably think it was funny... maybe Sokka... no, she shut the thought out of her mind.

Azula collapsed on the floor and firepunched the wall in front of her, leaning her forehead against it while she calmed herself down. Going into a rage would not get her anywhere. ]
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[Oh. Dance. How Zuko did not miss you during his recovery. But now that he's good as new (except for the physical therapy still), he's expected to continue attending his courses and - gasp - actually participate, too!

It's samba time!

His fellow classmates can find him sitting off to the side near one of the pillars, absently rubbing his previously injured shoulder and looking like he's not quite awake yet in spite of the breakfast he had inhaled thirty minutes ago before classes began. But for his shoulder, Zuko must have slept on it wrong- those damn kittens sure do enjoy climbing around on him while he tries to sleep.
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[Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Why the hell did it have to be a school of all things? She could handle kidnapping by a drug lord. OK. She could best a child kidnapping attempt. Easy. But of all things...she's taken to this school? That she now has to attend? Oh yea. This is just going to go by wonderfully.

Right now, she's unhappily sulking in the Quad, the Course Catalog beside her, untouched.
]  Why of all had to be a school?

oo5 ✫

Sep. 21st, 2010 10:34 pm
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[ It was quiet. The weather was nice. Azula curled up beneath a tree with her books in the Quad, taking advantage of the lack of others to catch up with schoolwork. She felt like she lacked excitement-- she didn't yet have cause to ruin the Avatar and his friends lives and she didn't feel like killing Zuko just yet.


She sighed as she flipped a page in her textbook. She didn't like that they had managed to get to Zuko. He liked to pretend that he was still on her side but she knew better, of course. She had lost her brother. And while trying to convince Sokka she wasn't all that bad either was a nice plan, she doubted she could ever truly play her part correctly and murder Aang. Though she couldn't exactly say she didn't enjoy the company of the boomerang boy-- something that made her cringe and miss home even more.

Lack of excitement.

She glanced up from her book out at the silent courtyard and flopped back in the grass, holding her book up, lazily reading the text. ]
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[The day is like any other in Garden. The birds were chirping. Students milling about to their classes and activities. Blue skies. Water balloons dropping from the air. A few distressed screams here and there.

...well, maybe not your everyday scene this day.

The duo of Marco and Grell were soaring high above the Garden at the moment, Marco in his Phoenix form, and Grell in a blue dress and matching blue scarf (to cover up that red hair of his!) in order to blend in with the sky better.

But, the balloons were all red. Ah well.]

We should have done this a long time ago!


[Why were they doing this? Because they can. And to test out how well they could be near invisible?]
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[ooc; This takes place some time after this log.]

[Zuko's on the prowl. He believes there's only one person who can help him with his current predicament. She's motherly and caring and passionate. Yeah - he's definitely sure that she can help him.

Watch out, Katara, he's on the search for you! And he has picture evidence!

His first stop is to the girl's 1F dormitory and after that, the Library, and after that the Quad. He's hoping she'll be in her room relaxing or something after their Friday classes. Or maybe his best bet would be to check the Cafeteria...

Either way. He's turning onto the main level dormitory, not knowing that her room is actually on the 2F.
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[It was the third week. On and off since his stupidity in trying to attack a T-Rexaur a few weeks back, Zuko had been attending classes regularly. Some days he wasn't around much in class, using those days to get some extra rest or spend some time with Dr. Kadowaki. While other days he attended the full hour and a half. Today was going to be no different.

He was seated off to the side and leaning back against the wall on one of the benches aligning it, his right arm still bound snugly in the sling to his chest. Next to him sat some light-weight notebooks for his other morning classes.

Zuko would glance at the door every once and a while as if looking for someone and when he wasn't, he was ignoring the looks sent his way from the other cadets. The pitying looks. He'd had enough of those in his day.
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So what does one do on the Disciplinary Committee?

I was given a brief summary of what's involved and then there was some paperwork, but I'm still a little confused. Do I need to introduce myself or is there someone I report to?



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