[identity profile] hardforfontech.livejournal.com
[ The dreams had become less intense sometime during the week and Guy was actually getting to a point where it didn't bother him anymore. Except for tonight. Tonight, those dreams just had to poke at a sore spot. Marybell. Luke. All those vengeful plans he had had as a young kid with Vandesdelca. In the dreams he had tonight, he'd succeeded and stood over Luke's bloody corpse. That image, with the addition of Mary watching over his "triumph" with pride, had been more disturbing than anything he had seen in the month so far. Upon waking up afterwards, he'd taken his sword and scabbard and then headed to the Training Center to blow off some steam.

And now, he laid under a tree: eyes closed, but alert. After all, he could be attacked any moment. ]
[personal profile] redcinemareel
[There was an open bag of sugar, about six lemons that were squeezed and juiced, a pitcher filled with ice and lemonade on a table (who knows where he got it from), and a stunning red head humming while stirring the lemonade drink with a long spoon and reading his text book for his Information Technology class. Hurray for multitasking!

He was...actually doing well in that class! If only his other classes got the same attention.

There were some pre-filled cups on the table as well, and a sign that said 'FREE LEMONADE'. He may not be good at making tea, but he will make some excellent lemonade!]

(ooc: Grell's in the quad, giving out lemonade. Better than coffee.)
[identity profile] hardforfontech.livejournal.com
Hey, I was wondering if there were any clubs for tinkering with machines around here. I didn't ask sooner but I guess it's better late than never.

We have what you call "fon machines" back home but they're run a bit differently than the ones around here. I'd sure like to compare my knowledge of them with what you guys have around here.

-- Guy Cecil
[identity profile] acrescentwish.livejournal.com

F A N T A S T I C ♥ A N N O U N C E M E N T

GOOD MORNING, BBS! SELPHIE TILMITT HERE! I have amazing news! News that you're all going to be V E R Y excited about! Exams are a complete ULTRA BUMMER, so it's time we all did something to make recovering from them A W E S O M E. Thanks to Mister Remy leBeau, I've come up with a SUPER MEGA FUN PLAN. Most of the credit goes to him though! SO YOU BETTER THANK HIM!

We're going to have a C E L E B R A T I O N! Brought to you by the Garden Festival Committee! It will be in the theme of INDEPENDENCE! This means that there's going to be a lot of food, fun, and games, all outside! In order to pull this off the GFC will be spending our time setting up games and acquiring the needed things for seating!

But we can't do this alone! OFFICIALLY! We're requesting the COOKING CLUB'S help! We'll need your talent to make a huge to do like this go off without a hitch! If we're cooking for the W H O L E Garden, we're going to need a lot of preparation! Any suggestions on what to serve would be great, and of course we wouldn't dream of asking anyone but you guys to help! Sorry, Zell! JUST hot dogs won't do for this celebration!

ALSO! ANYONE WHO'S INTERESTED is welcome to suggest games and activities! We at the GFC have some ideas, but this is a celebration for the ♥GARDEN♥ So you guys should have some input too! This post is for suggestions and questions! Let's GET THIS DONE guys! You cadets deserve something fun after such a hard exam session!

♥ ♥B O O Y A K A♥ ♥
Selphie Tilmitt
[identity profile] hardforfontech.livejournal.com
[ Enter Guy in his first day at Balamb Garden, admiring the amazing architecture in the middle of the hallway with some measure of... oh, he looked like a country bum. Let's put it that way. He didn't mind though; the whole of Balamb Garden's structure reminded him of Yulia City and it was just exciting to think about what kind of machinery powered or helped in the creation of such a thing. It made being misplaced in a whole new world a bit tolerable... Alright, better. He'd heard from the people who guided him through the whole thing too that Balamb Garden could fly. Fly.

A Tartarus- no, it was something almost as big as a huge town and it could fly-

Okay, enough wandering in thoughts. Guy looks down at the piece of paper in his hand to check where he was supposed to go. Room A104... then he'll have to prepare for school tomorrow. ]

Guess, I'll go there first...

[ He looks around and to look for where the dorms are located.... ]
[identity profile] sansvoice.livejournal.com
[ This is all a bit overwhelming for Nill. A new place- more than a new place, but a new world- a school, classes... she's excited and scared, and trying to navigate the halls and find her dorm.

Feeling a little (a lot) lost, she takes a seat on the edge of the windowsill. Maybe if she could just rest for a few minutes, she would be able to get her bearings and reorient herself.

Nill puts the books and papers to the side, examining the school uniform curiously. She holds the blouse in front of her, checking and double checking both sides.

Looks like she's going to need to borrow some scissors. ]
[identity profile] renzokukens.livejournal.com
[Squall had been in his office on the third floor the moment Garden crash-landed along the surface of the water. The odd thing here and there had fallen off his desk and shelves, himself jolted in his chair. Once everything seemed to calm, only then did he abandon his paperwork to leave the office and begin to make his way from one end of the floor to the next, checking to see how everyone was.

His next concern were the cadets and faculty on the other levels. He quickly checked on the classrooms annnnd then was walking briskly back to the elevator, down to the main level. Which seemed to be in a bit of a worse state.

Overhead, Cid's voice comes onto the intercom and Squall listens with half a ear, heading down the stairs away from the elevator, already on the move to help.

{{ooc; feel free to bump into him, drag him off to help others, cry on him, cling to him all scared-like. whatever you'd like :} }}

decree 001

May. 24th, 2010 07:12 pm
[identity profile] forfaithful.livejournal.com
[ It's hella late for an intro, isn't it? But ah, well. Euphie's out in the front lobby, just past the staircase that leads up to the elevator. She's standing there because her bag tore. .w. Shouldn't have checked out all those books from the library, Euphie. Now her things are all over the floor and she has nothing to put them in. Sigh.

Oh well, she'll start by stacking everything up and figuring it out from there. At least she has a lunch break before her next class so she won't be late to her culture class or anything. ]
[identity profile] themalice.livejournal.com
[ It's been at least a couple weeks since Yuri's arrival at Garden. So far, so good. Classes are crap, but he slogs through it. The food is good. There's only one thing...

The greatest hurdle to overcome, by far. The Great Wall to his Huns. The heel to his Achilles.

He sits in a chair turned backwards in a quiet corner of the library. He's seen everyone else doing it, and they don't seem to have any problem...so he should be able to figure it out too, right?

The BBS. Cruel, taunting machine. The screen of the computer, permanently fixed at the menu, mocks him and the keys of the keyboard look like some kind of elaborate puzzle. He briefly considers kicking it, but settles instead for pressing as many buttons as he can simultaneously, to which the computer beeps loudly in protest. He's going to be here for a while.


May. 15th, 2010 07:37 pm
[identity profile] reortus.livejournal.com
[ To anyone who knew her, they'd be surprised to find a certain green-haired witch standing within the areas of the Training Center, looking around. After being in the Garden and taking its classes for about two weeks now, C.C. finds it time to at least test out what she now knows of this world's mechanics.

[ Though her eyes are narrowed in what seem like lazy boredom, she is alert to the sounds and details of the Training Center. From what she heard, the monsters - actual monsters, she notes - in the Training Center were moderately dangerous if one went in not knowing what they were doing, with the rare chance an even bigger threat lurking around. She stops at the area where small islands were connected to each other by planks as makeshift bridges and glances about the area. ]

Nothing so far. Hm. And I was hoping to test out these "Guardian Forces" I obtained...

[ In the distance, she hears a roar, but it's a faint sound and nothing immediately came from it, not even seconds after she heard it. Shrugging, C.C. moves on, hoping to find something to fit what this place's name is for. ]
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[It's quiet as night falls on Balamb Garden, quiet enough to hear the crickets chirping on the ground below and the sea waves lapping the shore in the distance. The sky is clear and full of stars. The halls of Garden are empty except for a couple cadets here and there -- indeed, even the faculty seems to be missing from their usual posts.

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

The Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

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

The ball and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Ruby group.

[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 )

☇ 001

May. 4th, 2010 08:02 pm
[identity profile] shankstwice.livejournal.com
... Tch.

[Here we have a wild Ezio, arguing loudly with his temporary NPC translator as they walk towards Ezio's first class. In Italian. He still doesn't know how to speak English, save for a few words like how to get to the wash room and all, but that's not important.

Ezio's speaking loudly and angrily and... just simply speaking a lot.

Who wants to guess he's dropping the f-bomb every other word?]

Vai a farti fottere. (Go fuck yourself.) [... Ayup.]
[identity profile] moonflowering.livejournal.com
[Mind reeling after Headmaster Cid's speech earlier, Yuna's wandering idly around the halls of Balamb Garden, not exactly sure where to go first. The adrenalin from fighting Sin head-on and being so close to ending everything had all but dissipated upon realising that she was not where she was supposed to be, there was no concievable way out and she was apparently... alone.

Yuna was going to stop at the cafeteria, but found that the thought of food wasn't enticing her at all. So instead she meandered around the hallways, somewhere near the dormitories, before finding a seat to slump into and burying her face in her hands.]
This is all a mess.

[For lack of anything else to do, she sighs and looks down at the schedule in her lap, brow furrowing.] To become a "SeeD"... [She trails off, before standing again, stretching, and looking around at the giant structure. This place-- it definitely wasn't anything like home.]

[identity profile] metalknuckles.livejournal.com
[ Zell had been more than surprised to find out he'd somehow traveled forward through time - twenty years? That's longer than he's been alive, okay? - and was doubly surprised when he realized so many people had gotten mixed up in the time compression as well. He was glad to hear a lot of them were going into the SeeD program, though everyone looked so confused he couldn't tell whether they were happy about it or not. ]

Yo, new people. I don't know why you came here or anything, but if anyone's lost or confused or whatever, you can talk to me! The name's Zell. I'm a SeeD here, so if you're a cadet, I can help you out with that too. Don't be afraid to come up to me, either. I don't bite, I swear!

[ After that little spiel, he pauses, frowning as a faint grumbling noise catches him off guard. ]

...uh, heh. I'll be in the cafeteria if you need me. MAN, I'm starving.

[ Aaand he runs off. Chow time, aw yeah. ]


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