[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
[Sometime between classes, Cissie had found some spare time to experiment in the kitchen. Carefully propping a large cookbook on the counter, she carefully read it over again and then began to pour everything into her metal mixing bowl.

She'd intended to bake some cranberry chocolate-chip oatmeal cookies - Bart'd expressed interest in them, so why not? - and maybe even a batch of blondies, just to be experimental, but it's pretty obvious that she's baking as a total coping mechanism. How obvious? Well, this isn't exactly her first batch of cookies.

With flour smudged all over her face, her hair disheveled and coming out of its ponytail, and even a few food stains on her apron and jeans, Cissie's looking a little worse for the wear as she beats the batter into submission---but somehow, in the mess of baking, she seems oddly content. Even if she'll soon have more than enough desserts to feed an army in a few hours.]
[identity profile] of-10-faces.livejournal.com

[During lunch, one may find Tsukasa at a table, reading one of his textbooks easily while munching on one of the famous hot dogs from Balamb's kitchens. He's not really paying attention to anything other than the fairly easy to understand textbook in front of him, absorbing it quickly like he was prone to do. Maybe come and sit with him?]


[Post-classes you can find him in one of two places: either finding him slipping into a door marked Hikari Studio with a sign out front which you were CERTAIN was a janitor closet once before.

Otherwise you could catch him later in the day, outside of the gates and taking pictures of the scenery and passerby, that pinkish camera rapidly advancing the film.]


It's late at night, past curfew, but Tsukasa's outside again, not even bothering to care about the rules for being out late. This is something he needed to check for himself as he transforms into Decade, and it was far too cramped in the Hikari Studio to do so.

Taking out a pink cell phone, he slid a card in, and began to press buttons.


[His form blurring, his armor changed, adding a line of cards across his shoulders and one on his forehead. Locking in the K-touch to his front and moving the buckle to his hip, Tsukasa hummed to himself in thought.]

So it does still work. That's a good sign that it hasn't changed since the last time I used it.
[identity profile] hoodbin.livejournal.com
[ Man it sure is noisy out this time of day. Students running back and forth through the Quad chatting it up with their friends and trying to get to class. A girl laid fully on a bench in the Quad watching everyone passing by as if it were a movie. That's what people watching was all about, wasn't it? Watching those around you as if you weren't even there?

She sighed softly and turned her head to stare at the sky. She held her letter above her as the sunlight shone through the paper.

Well Sashs? I don't think we're in Gotham anymore [ She sighs a little and turns to her side on the bench. She wanted to reach out and get someone's attention, but then again this place was too new. If she did that what would she even say? It was best to keep to herself for the time being. She turned once more on the bench and placed the letter on her face. She didn't feel up for exploring classes. Maybe if she were lucky no one would want to bother her if she looked like she was sleeping, not that she could in a new place like this.]
[identity profile] imthechosenone.livejournal.com
[ Harry's read the letter twice and he's now wandering through Balamb Garden with his wand tucked safely inside his jacket pocket. He's cautious and slightly wary, but having decided to heed the note of caution in the letter, he's not about to brandish his wand like a weapon or use magic unless completely necessary.

The very last thing Harry remembers is that after having defeated Voldemort, and after having been sleep-deprived for days, he'd headed straight to bed the moment he had arrived at the Burrow.

Despite his apprehension, Harry had gone straight to exploring the area. So far, he's been to the Front Gate, walked through the lobby twice, took the elevator up to the second floor, poked his head into one of the vacant classroooms and passed through the Ballroom on his way downstairs.

Hungry now, he's decided to head over to the cafeteria. He figures he'll eat first and then maybe take a look at the letter again before perusing the course catalog.


Feel free to bump into Harry in any one of the locations mentioned!
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[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 happily decorated Ballroom 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 Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Homecoming Dance 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 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 )
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[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:


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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[personal profile] hawkette
[A person in a fencing uniform is attempting to balance a cello case, a bow case, a large duffel bag, and a school bag.  The fencing helmet is balancing precariously on the duffel bag, revealing that the person trying to carry all of it is a teenaged girl.  A very annoyed teenaged girl.]

Tommy!  Tommy!  This isn't cute or funny or whatver you think this is.  I have to get back to school!

[The fencing helmet finally falls off the duffel bag, and the teenaged girl mutters a curse as she goes after it.]

I'm going to kill him...

[This is also a teenaged girl that hasn't found her acceptance letter yet, so feel free to troll her accordingly.  Or, you know, help her out.  Whatever you'd prefer.]
[identity profile] flashesforward.livejournal.com
Sweet, I think I got this thing to work.

[Have one very pleased looking masked speedster staring into the camera.]

Today's your lucky day, Balamb Garden. The one and only Kid Flash has arrived. Like yourselves, I suddenly found myself here. At first, I was all "Dude, what even?!" You know how that hero thing goes. Places to be, people to save, hot chick that need are need of showing their admiration, and all that good stuff. Being here was definitely not in my plans.

But then I got a letter saying that some "Sorceress" [Adds in some air quotes]sent me here. Yeah, no. News flash for everyone who doesn't already know; sorceresses and wizards don't exist.It's all smoke and mirrors mixed in with some special technology. Speaking of special technology...

Who has two thumbs and works with the world's fastest hero, who is also a scientist and deals with future technology? This guy, right here. [Thumbs to himself.]

Point me in the direction of your scientists and I'll have you out of here in a flash.
[identity profile] teenspeed.livejournal.com
[This evening in the quad, there is a large section filled with tables, lights, snack foods, baked goods, and decorated with an almost ridiculous amount of streamers and balloons. There's even a banner that says in bright red paint:]

for superheroes!!

[Impulse can be seen as a blur as he speeds around the area, making sure everything is set up correctly and ready for the party.]

((ooc note!: Every DC(AU) character in the game has received an invitation to the party regardless of whether Bart knows them. It is also an in-costume party, but don't worry! If your character doesn't have a costume, Bart can provide them with one. When commenting, either start a new thread for your character or jump around in other threads. Non-DC characters can feel free to crash the party (and if they ask nicely, Bart'll probably make them a costume). HAVE FUN GUYS.))
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com

[In-between classes, Cissie's situated herself in the cafeteria with a notepad, pen, and a couple of books. With titles like 'Dating for Dummies' and 'A History of Balamb Garden', it seems like she's doing more than just homework. Every now and then, she glances up from her work to look around - and maybe to get a soda or two.

This time, before getting some more food, she walks over to the nearest table and points a thumb towards her stuff:]
Hey, could you look after my stuff for a moment? I wanna grab a soda.

Um... if you want, I could get you something to eat too! It wouldn't be a problem.

[Especially since cafeteria food these days've gotten a lot better. Now she actually doesn't mind going for seconds!]


[Knock knock, Bart! Cissie's standing in front of his door with a freshly-baked batch of chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. She'll need the cookies - or so she thinks - to actually say what she wants to say this time.]
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[personal profile] moirailcompass

:33 < i was wondering
:33 < i notice i do lots better at getting my work done when im with someone
:33 < ive b33n doing better with my tactics and math class
:33 < thanks to ronnae and rikku x33
:33 < so if there is anyone furrom my other classes
:33 < whod like to work together id be real grateful!

:33 < that note aside it s33ms like lots of people have b33n coming in lately
:33 < especially people furrom and sorta not furrom my home
:33 < this place can be kinda confusing at furst so
:33 < if you have any questions purrease dont hesitate to ask
:33 < and ill answer to the best of my abilities
:33 < or find someone who does know fur you :))

:33 < hey purrmusk? how are you doing? it f33ls like furever since weve talked

((ooc; if you are interested in studying with Nepeta you can find her schedule here.

ACTION in the cafeteria

[After that Mean Girls episode it has been a while since Nepeta has gone into the cafeteria. Mostly she's been making do by hunting and using the supplies in the kitchen of her dorm, but those are running low and as much as she gets a thrill out of hunting....it seems wrong when food is readily available elsewhere.

So there she stands a little awkwardly, tray in hand and looking around for a familiar face to sit with--or at least one that looked friendly.]
[identity profile] shirtandjeans.livejournal.com
[Conner never thought he'd felt that nervousness that most kids get when entering a new school. He didn't feel it when he had to go to Ilupani, and he didn't feel it when he transferred to Smallville either. But the current situation he was in was slightly different. First off, he was in a world not his own. And there was the fact that he was stuck there with no knowledge of who anyone was. He was totally off his element.

He fiddles with his class list, looking them over. Conner had no idea what most of the compulsory classes were about, but there were other classes that seemed to be similar to the ones on Earth. Like chemistry. He was hoping to avoid that one, but no luck again.]
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[personal profile] laughafterme
[Here is a girl with bright pink, curly hair, bouncing around with a party blower and giving some out random strangers. She's wearing a grin that could crack anyone's face.]

It's so GREAT to be BACK! [She looks over to her pet baby alligator, who's wearing the tiniest party hat ever.] C'mon, Gummy! Shake that tail!

[Pinkie Pie rocks on the balls of her feet in excitement.] There are so many new people! [GASP] That means there are a lot of new names and BIRTHDAYS to remember! And you know what meeeaaaannnnns!

[Gummy simply blinks at her. Of course he does...not. But Pinkie Pie will tell him, right after she takes a deeeeeep breath. Uh oh.]


[Let the parties BEGIN!]

[Later on the BBS, when she runs out of party blowers.]

HI EVERYBODY! And a special HELLO to all the new arrivals!

I guess I'm new to, huh? Hahaha!

I'm Pinkie Pie! I'll be your cute and friendly instructor for Home Economics! That's just a fancy title for cooking and sewing and baking and EVERYTHING COOL AND YUMMY class! I just got back from a REALLY awesome mission, so I look forward to meeting EACH and EVERY one of you!

Don't think you can escape! Pinkie Pie will find you!

Bye now!
[identity profile] bat-cookies.livejournal.com
It was his way of alerting the others of his presence quietly. His hot butter raisin scones were popular back in Wayne Manor and they did have a distinctive taste and smell. Alfred left the door between the cafeteria and the kitchen open although not conspiculously so. Just a tiny bit to encourage company.

He knew he'd be expecting them shortly. If you were to walk in you would see a middle age man taking some buns out of the oven. Strangely he wears white gloves, even under his oven mitts, and he's much more formal looking than an ordinary cook would be.

Without even turning around he tells you, "Please, do come in."
[identity profile] genomorphed.livejournal.com
[Everyone, this is Conner. He's Superman's clone.

Conner's quietly minding his own business as he walks down the stairs from the elevator he's just exited. In his hands he has a white box. What is in this box? Only he knows. And he has no intention of sharing, not unless someone really wants what's inside of it!

If the delicious smell of vanilla and baked goods means anything to anyone that curious...

Conner is alone, without his trusty teammate M'gann to keep him in line or from losing his temper ... unless she appears at his side just in the nick of time.

But that box! Scrumptious and yummy baked goods!

...Maybe he'll be nice and share? It's not something anyone wants to pass up!
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
[It had been way too long since Cissie had last stepped in here. Between classes and her recovering from her subsequent mental breakdown, it just hadn't been worth the effort! Plus, she hadn't even been trained in this world's "proper" weapons. Apparently, the very idea of using arrows and a bow in battle was old-fashioned? And she needed to upgrade to a Blaster Edge?

It'd taken Cissie a while to wrap her head around that notion, so she'd borrowed a Blaster Edge (and a manual!) from the WTR classroom and created a make-shift target range in a corner of the Center.

Although she's not very good at using a Blaster Edge, one's gotta give her points for trying. Just incase, she's kept her bow and arrows nearby. Training so far looks pretty good---

Except she aimed a little too far and shot a nearby (and ridiculously tall and thick) tree with her Blaster Edge. Multiple times. Cissie groans, watching the tree topple over before the Blaster Edge's projectile returns to her.]
Maybe I should give this thing a rest for today.
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[personal profile] notasidedick
It's nice to be back. This is a rather late introduction back considering I'm already settled in back in my room and my classroom has long been set-up to my tastes.

But I suppose an introduction should be in order.

Afternoon, this is Dick Grayson. I'll be one of the known instructors for (MOV 101) Military Movement along with (WTR 402) Advanced Weapons Training: Blunt Weapons. You may call me how you like. I prefer to go by Dick really. It's not the most professional sounding, but I'm pretty informal. Do please refrain from any dick jokes behind my back. I do love a good joke, and having them told behind my back just wouldn't do.

I'd like to give a general announcement that I am always available if you need any help whatsoever, so don't feel shy or intimidated. Perhaps the biggest trouble is locating me at times.

That being said I have one more thing to say which is aimed at two people in particular.

Timothy Drake. Damian Wayne. I'd like to see you two as soon as possible. Preferably not at the same time if possible. Thank you.

By the way, there is no opt out option. If you don't come to me, I will come to you.

-Dick Grayson

[For the rest of the day, Dick will spend most of his time reacquainting himself with the Garden. He'll probably be mostly in the cafeteria though since that tends to be a usually populated area. And it means he can probably chat with students and other instructors. He seems to be fond of the uniforms since he'll be wearing his most of the time.

He's also contemplating things about back home. It's been a year after all. Things were so calm before he left. That, and Bruce had just returned to them. They even got together as a family, or who was available in the family. It makes him a little disheartened to know that something like that won't be occurring here anytime soon. He's still pleased to see a lot of new faces around at the Garden though. He always enjoys new faces and meeting new people, so he's excited.

Other then that, you'll catch Dick wandering around a lot. He'll be in his room a few times or the classroom. But it's easiest to find him in the cafeteria or the second floor.]
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[personal profile] worthyheir
[There was nothing Damian loathed more than homework.  Now, that may seem to be a normal child response to homework, but he disliked it for different reasons.  He simply did not understand how writing generic answers to questions either reinforced what was learned in classes or was a way to show instructors that the students were paying attention.  Didn't they know how easy it was to simply regurgitate a book from the library to the mimic the effect of doing this work?  All of his previous tutors had relied on practice and practical uses for whatever was being taught, even when learning a foreign language.  There was no need for homework.  That was how classes should be run--showing the real world applications for whatever it was that was being taught.

A knock at the door forced him away from his musings.  It must be for Superboy, as no one ever came to visit him.  Not that he was lonely or anything.  Unfortunately for them, the boy wasn't there at the moment.  Whatever, it wasn't his problem, he'll just--another round of knocking.  This person was not going to leave him in peace, was he?  Fine, then.  He'll just answer the door and tell them he isn't here so he can be left alone once more.

Damian stood and crossed to the door, which he threw open.  Of course it would be the last person in the world he wanted to see.]


[OOC Note: The main thread is for Tim and Damian only.  However, feel free to post a new thread of your characters seeing what happens when the two enemies push each other too far (just put whatever location your characters at in the subject line so others know where you are--they're going to be tangoing throughout the school). 

Stare.  Gawk.  Make a note to send them to detention for the rest of their life.  We only ask you don't break them up (that's Superboy's job).  Thanks and enjoy the fireworks!]
[identity profile] theshortestbird.livejournal.com
[He'd only been here for about a day and a half. Talking to the head instructor, dealing with filling out a class schedule, which meant he had to figure out what half of these classes even meant, and Tim was now ready to go out and explore.

Being pulled here after everything had happened, after a father figure disappearing and a best friend dying, he wasn't sure what to expect from all this. It was tempting to stay in his new dorm room and not care for right now what was going on, but that's not what Robin would do.

So he set out to look around. He didn't expect to find anyone he might know here, and that was fine with him.

Taking a closer look at some of the classrooms was pretty cool, though.]


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