[identity profile] tembleques.livejournal.com
[it has taken kanda several weeks before he was allowed to leave the infirmary. here he was, roaming the corridors of this place called 'garden'; where he would have to attend to, god forbid, classes and study? he wasn't too entirely sure on what was going on—or what had happened which caused him to land himself here to begin with. time compression, the doctor had explained to him, even when he asked more than once with inclusive profanities. just what the fuck was that? all he knew about modification of time was by the power of innocence of that one exorcist whose name he hadn't bothered to learn.

it was hard to understand, how he was at one moment in time and the next he was in an unknown world to him. ...with no sign of anyone recognising what the black order was, or what being an exorcist meant. they claimed he had arrived on his own, but he was certain that could not have been possible. yet, it was. an opportunity for a new beginning? what an absurd, yet sober, idea. the institution that had pushed him to such ends he had faced was not present, nor was the threat of those enemies he risked his life fighting again. he didn't even have his precious weapon in possession. no god, no innocence, no vatican—no war. why did this not bother him? perhaps because his promised was fulfilled, his role over. there was nothing else for him to fight for. he would have been fine dying, as his purpose was no longer tangible.

there are cracks like that of a statue on his skin, showing just over his bandaged limbs. face scratched and bruised, he looked worse when he arrived. his footing is still tricky, having to need to, in a way, learn how to walk on such wounded legs—but by no means does he not walk tall and proud. however, as he tries to explore this place, and make it down a set of stairs, he has the disgrace of slipping on his worn out boots and slamming down on his bottom a few steps before he stops.]

—fucking hell..

[a hiss in annoyance, and he's up on his feet. or trying to. he's a bit of an invalid, help! ;A; or mock him, whatever works.]

[ooc: hey guys! sorry for idling out for a long time, but things got busy on my end. it's calmed down enormously so i will try my best to have things run smoothly. ♥ i figured a few weeks away might just prove the right excuse to have had kanda under dr kadowaki's care until he was good to go and explore on his own. sorry for the trouble. /)__(\]
[identity profile] killurseawitch.livejournal.com
[This was all rather... sudden. Exciting. Exhilirating. In a lot of ways Ariel was still very much worried, there had been things going on and this was all just so confusing and- Eric. But she was here and that was that. The letter had been nice enough at least. Even if she didn't entirely understand it. Time compression? Sorceress?

Well it'd become clearer. The important thing was figuring this all out! So to that end she was wandering around, peeking through doorways, windows, hanging over railings, pressing buttons- if there was a thing to be done she wanted to do it!]

This place doesn't look like a garden...

((ooc: Ariel is all over. Yes she may even walk into your character's dorm room like a tourist. Have fun with that fff ♥))
[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.
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[personal profile] neutralchaotic
[Sent before Shadow leaves for Winhill]


I'll just get right to the point.

The punishments in place here at Balamb Garden are laughable. A lot of cadets, and yes, even SeeDs, break or have broken serious rules set in place for their protection. However, there is no discrimination on the severity of the misconduct and the default punishments are detention or punishment tours.

I doubt either would suffice to actually teach a lesson that rules are in place for a reason.

I've come up with a list of possible other punishments suitable for cadets, and possibly SeeDs.

Suggestions )
**Notes will be added as suggestions come along**

Again, these are only suggestions. Constructive criticism and opinions would be appreciated. As a note, while this post is aimed for the Headmaster, Commander Leonhart, faculty, instructors, and SeeDs, it is not limited to just them. All input will be welcomed.

SeeD #83425
[identity profile] noble-pride.livejournal.com
[Byakuya is reading peacefully in the quad when he nods off quietly. Aside from his head slumping to the side and his book dropping into his lap, there's no overly dramatic gestures. In fact, this would be a perfectly ordinary result of a person nodding off as a result of not enough sleep the night before and reading a boring book - if it wasn't for one thing. Within a minute of nodding off, his eyebrows have already furrowed under and his mouth has stiffened into a frown. Even his posture changes.

Byakuya is the unlucky victim of a Time Compression nightmare. Back to back, he relives his wife's death, then sees what might have happened to his adopted little sister if it wasn't for the interference of someone he'd previously considered a meddlesome outsider. The nightmare is distressing enough that he speaks in his sleep.

Hisana... Rukia...
[identity profile] oversees.livejournal.com
[Percy is an intelligent person. Really. Given his family's antics, he should not be surprised by any sort of unexpected situation. Armed with a letter that clearly does not represent Hogwarts and a school seemingly not for magic, he's out of his comfort zone.

Again. There's a sense and requirement of composure really, but he's missing it entirely and in the back of his mind there's that sense of rationalizing the situation.

So unlucky passerby if you're in the lobby, you're his next victim.]

Excuse me? I seem to have misplaced my Portkey. This is the wrong school - [and he's just shy of hysterical at this point] - and definitely not my letter! My Head Boy duties, someone needs to inform the Headmaster I can't fulfill them.

[And you're the brilliant target. Percy shakes the letter in his hand, desperately losing his composure.]
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[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] sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com
Now what is all this about?

[Applejack is in the Quad, leaning up against a tree and squinting at that letter she got, holding it at a distance as though it'll start making more sense that way.]

Well, would you look at that - darned thing's telling me all about time compression! Like I coulda missed hearin' all about that. And since when has Galbadia been on another world?

I know how I got here, and it ain't nothin' to do with no fancy time compression. Just good ol' fashioned public transport!
[identity profile] noble-pride.livejournal.com
While I do not celebrate Valentines' Day personally, the sentiment behind it is pleasant enough.

That being said, I have decided to offer a special seminar on calligraphy on Saturday afternoon. I am proficient at it, and there is something to be said for its simple elegance. For those who have decided not to give chocolates but wish to give something to their love interests and peers, a carefully handcrafted gift does have a certain personal touch.

Staff and students are welcome. I will provide the appropriate paper, ink and brushes.

-Instructor Kuchiki
[identity profile] catastrophicgoo.livejournal.com
Dear tall human beast-things,

I require your DNA. It's for, eh, homework. Do not bother resisting. According to the "biology" class, you have many sampling methods to choose from.



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