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While attempting to map out the newly-risen archipelago off the northeast coast of Galbadia, navigators came across a castle-like structure in the middle of the ocean, reporting loud drilling noises and disturbed wildlife in the area. Believing the structure to have originated off-world, an Esthar-based energy company with interests nearby has hired SeeD to decommission the rig, whatever its purpose may be, and to bring back as much of the equipment as possible for further research.
[The Headmaster is missing, Galbadia has fallen, and tensions are fraught all round, but that's no excuse to spare the aspiring cadets of Balamb from the usual gauntlet. After all, they might be needed soon enough. That's how Namur and Starfire come to be dropped off at a small port town - on the Trabian side of the border, which wasn't quite part of the initial briefing - and ushered onto a rather battered tugboat, which wasn't either. After that, they're on their way.

The silhouettes of the islands of the mysterious archipelago are visible even through the fog off the shore, but before long, one of them indeed starts to resolve itself into a shape that marks it out from the rest - a tall, slender, multi-spired shape. And as the boat moves even closer, it'll become clear that not all of the haze out here is ordinary fog; it could be smoke or steam, but there's definitely something drifting lazily away from those fairytale towers.

Apart from the noise, that is. The drilling noise is easier to notice, though. It begins as a thrum through the water when the castle is still a somewhat indistinct blur on the horizon, rises into a roar - and then, just as the churning waves threaten to turn the little boat away altogether, subsides, leaving the surrounding waters calm again.

There's another barrier to entry, though: now that they're closing in on it, the castle seems to be perched on a solid block of concrete or something like it, and the walls are both smooth and sheer. The owner of the boat, a chiselled woman with greying hair, mutters something about not knowing where to dock, not wanting to get much closer before the apparent drilling starts up again (it always seems to, she says), and really, really not being paid enough for this.

What now?]


Nov. 6th, 2013 07:23 pm
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[personal profile] trainedbywarlords
It looks like Homecoming is fast approaching. It sounds like it will be amazing. I wonder what I should sign up to help with for the carnival.

I'm also very flattered by the nomination to be Homecoming Princess. I have never been nominated for something like that before. I would love for the chance to be Homecoming Princess.

[Not that she's going to be upset if she loses or rub it in to the others if she wins. She's a gracious winner and loser, especially about something that in the long run was really so trivial]
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[Thursday morning, 0559 hours.]

[Garden as a whole abruptly drops two feet.]

[The facility strikes the ground with a massive crash and shake that bears the full weight of every single one of its pounds. Loose items tumble to the floor and glass shatters in a cacophonous tumult that only serves as counterpoint to the greater and far more ominous crash of earth meeting metal. Massive vibrations race through Garden as different parts of it resonate with the force of the impact. Somewhere on the first floor, a chocobo literally screams in rage, a sound almost monstrous in its inhumanity. The lights flicker and then go out entirely.]

[Like an earthquake -- and no one would blame anyone for mistaking the source of the crash and shake, if not for the sickening drop that had yanked everyone's stomach into their throat for a heartstopping moment -- the shaking, roar, and vibrations slowly fade away, leaving only panick, fear, and disarray behind. And very ominous silence. The power has failed; the lights are out, water does not flow, and besides the residents, nothing stirs.]

[Then... slowly, but inexorably, Balamb Garden begins to tilt.]

[OOC: This is a general reaction and mingle post! You may also make your own posts if you so desire. If you need a mod response to a thread for information or a reaction, please ping us through PM!]
windbreak: (what is it today)
[personal profile] windbreak
[Man, it's that shitty time of year...

In between exams, Yosuke attempts to escape the heavy atmosphere in the already stuffy library by retreating to the quad. As for why he felt the need to claim an entire bench just for a couple of relatively thin textbooks - well, nobody else was using it at the time.

Neither the fresh air nor the ample elbow space are doing him as much good as he'd hoped, though. Even being by himself isn't enough to stop his mind from wandering. If anything, it's making things worse.]

It's been all cloudy lately, too... How's anyone supposed to focus?

[He sighs and lets his pencil drop. The bench shakes a little as he flops face-first into the notes he was supposed to be looking over.] Ugh, I can't do this!

[Without much fanfare, the pad of paper at the corner of the bench slides off its precarious perch and thunks onto the path - as well as, quite possibly, into someone's path.]
laughafterme: (Pinkie: cracked)
[personal profile] laughafterme
HEY EVERYONE! We should really get together and have a big Hide-And-Go-Seek game, so this way if anymore people-eaters turn up, they'll have a hard time finding us because we're so CRAZY GOOD at hiding!!

And if that doesn't work, we can simply kick some butt!! :D


EDIT: Maybe only a few people heard the news???

People Eaters=Some loonie eating off-worlders! Just because!! How awful and really, really, really gross!! He was caught, though, but there could be more!! D:
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[Maria hadn't done quite as well during the Tears Point mission as she might have liked. Aside from grossly underestimating the volume of monsters in a Lunar Cry, and getting turned into a dragon -- both of those completely understandable problems -- she hadn't turned in the combat performance she expected of herself. After some thinking and reflection, she'd concluded that a year of classes meant she'd neglected basic physical training for skill acquisition.]

[Time to change that.]

[So early mornings find her jogging around the outside of Garden, working up a sweat. Later mornings are her time for strength and endurance training, meaning she can be found lifting weights in volumes that would be weird anywhere but here in Garden. And afternoons are agility training, in the only real way she can think of -- going into the Training Center without weapons, and coming out with as few injuries as possible.]

[Care to talk to her at any point during this?]
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]

Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.

I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.

[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]

I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.

Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.

You will go home.

[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]

I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.

I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.

[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]

[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]

[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
curiouseyes: (surprise!)
[personal profile] curiouseyes
I can believe we are going to have a chance to be around the cold weather! I've never been around it much do I'm excited! I know the goal is to figure out how to help the people of Trabia but we can enjoy the weather while it is still there, right?

Also I wanted to thank you, Dolphin. I was really happy to see the decorations and the cake.


Feb. 9th, 2013 09:34 pm
curiouseyes: (nightwing | huh?)
[personal profile] curiouseyes
Such depressing news that we have gotten recently and so soon after that mission.

Maybe we should take some time to focus on some more enjoyable things. Classes are starting up again. Is anyone else excited? Is there a class you are excited for?

And what about the dance? What will it be like? I've never been to one before.

fierybluebird: (glasses make me smart and serious)
[personal profile] fierybluebird
To all cadets going on the Heaven mission, and any SeeDs helping out on it:

I'd like a role call in order to assess team lineup. For cadets we seem to have more healing specialists than previously believed. I know at least three have spoken up, and I know of at least one GF specialist. [That's not even an official thing, but fight him, he's hoping that other cadets will step forward to brag about their own GF skills.] However most of our straight forward fighters seem to have either graduated or they're holding their tongues, so I'd like to see who else qualifies in that respect. Likewise paramagic or anything else, thank you.

On a purely conversational note, have any of you done anything like this before or do you all come from worlds more peaceful than this?

Thanks for your time and attention,
Marco ID #52133
SeeD Rank 9

[Truthfully Marco is aware of those who have declared their specialties, however, he knows a lot of the kids haven't declared it yet, and more importantly, he's hoping to get them excited about the prospect and eager to prove and establish themselves rather than just be afraid.]

[For anyone looking for him, Marco will generally be outside around the Quad whistling to some birds, but he also discreetly patrols the Training Center hoping that a bunch of the kids will try to get in some last minute training, and this way he can keep an eye on them so they don't burn out. And for his own peace of mind, he's busy practicing free falls and backflips. It's been a long time since he fought something he would consider truly challenging, and if anything, he knows he needs to practice his own restraint. It's the kids' chance to fight, he's just going to be flying in and taking out anyone too close to dying. Feel free to catch him singing with the birds or while doing a few backflips, he wouldn't mind some company at all.]
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[personal profile] marearcana
Well, this was more than a little unexpected, but I need to introduce you all to someone.

[Something offscreen pipes up, saying only:]


I'm getting to that! Anyway, Time Compression seems to have brought me a... research assistant of sorts from home for Hearth's Warming.

[She turns her head to the side and nods, waiting for a small owl, who is by no means wearing a bejeweled bowtie, to rest on her back.]

I'd like you all to meet Owlowiscious.


You, you silly owl!

[And, turning back to the camera once more:]

...He does that sometimes.

[OOC: tan text is the owl.]


Jan. 2nd, 2013 09:54 pm
curiouseyes: (surprise!)
[personal profile] curiouseyes
[And here is Koriand'r wearing a nice looking scarf. Granted she's in her room so she really doesn't need it at the moment]

Whoever left me presents in my room, thank you very much! I love them.

[Really she suspects she knows who it was. Who else would give her books on flying stunts]
wrnpcs: ([classroom npcs])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[While Garden proper heads off for the festivities, the Ragnarok and its squad of noble orphan lovers crosses the mountains into Esthar, over the ruins of the OCS towards Esthar City. The transit takes no meaningful time; soon, the airship lands in the outskirts of the City, which is slowly sprawling out to become a suburb.]

[(Yes, Espio got to fly it.)]

[The orphanage is a modern-looking building that resembles a dormitory more than anything, but clearly it has some funding behind it, because the grounds it occupies are, if not huge, at least well-appointed and include a sports field and a playground. The children that come piling out look reasonably healthy and well-appointed, more like a boarding school roster than a crowd of children without family or real homes. Look closely, though, and you might see hints of the latter.]

[OOC: For now this plot is for mingling and general RP. On Monday, December 31st a second thread will be added for plot stuff, so please be sure to look at it then!]
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[personal profile] hispeedchase
So who's up for Secret Santa this year? The answer better be "all of you," even if--no, ESPECIALLY if--you have no idea what I'm talking about.

I'll deal with all the boring planning details, you just buy the gift!

SeeD ID#73197 Para-Magic Weapon Specialist Operative, Firearms Platoon and Magic Operative, Attack Platoon, Level 3
wrnpcs: ([classroom npcs])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Time Compression.]

[Everyone knows about it. Many people in this very building arrived here because of it. Yet how often does anyone see it in action? Usually just a ripple, here and then gone, too quick to study or even appreciate.]

[Today is different. For a nexus of compressed time has apparently set up shop in the PMGF classroom. Just above the teacher's desk, time and space seem to squash together, like one would envision a portal or singularity in a science fiction show. Afterimages and secondary images of the room at different points in time dance around like drunken holographics. Perhaps most oddly, most ominously, is the fact that this compression makes not a single unusual sound of its own.]

[Now, you might ask how you would happen to discover this odd nexus? Well, you might look to the three familiar girls that are running away from the classroom at top speed, screaming.]


Run for the hills!


[...oh yes, the time compression nexus is spewing out a few gallons of jam per second like some horrible horizontal preserves geyser. In the classroom it's about four feet deep and the flood is rapidly oozing its way down the halls in both directions. Within moments it will reach the walkway over the lobby and begin spilling over the first floor into the first floor of Garden.]

[Unless your plan is to stick around and wait for Time Compression to also fire off a peanut butter fountain and a bread cannon, better do something quick!]


Nov. 12th, 2012 01:08 pm
curiouseyes: (nightwing | huh?)
[personal profile] curiouseyes
Is anyone good with mathematics? I'm in the remedial class and I still don't know if I'm getting it. It's a lot of information that I never had to learn before. I really would like to know if I am understanding it. - Kory

Also, no offense to the teachers, but I'm so bored in some of my classes.


Oct. 26th, 2012 08:29 pm
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[personal profile] fisheyes
[You know what's a good reason for signing up for the Photography classes? Because you find the subject enjoyable.

You know what's not a good reason for it? Free access to cameras so you can take pictures of all the attractive women around Garden. That's what you might spot this idiot doing outside of classes; rather than helping out anywhere, he's lounging around various parts of the grounds, eating candy and unashamedly snapping photos of any good-looking women who pass by.

(If you're particularly sharp-eyed, you might also spot him casually taking pictures of strategic locations and exit routes, but that's just a coincidence of where the hot girls are. Right?)]
[personal profile] redcinemareel

You two! Move those supplies to the infirmary, and don't even THINK about walking!

[Grell's standing in a severely damaged hallway, checking where the needed supplies to help with recovery efforts need to go.

Meaning that she's bossing random cadets around.

Once in a while, she'll lift up a large piece of debris, revealing more damage beneath. Due to assisting with the battle, she has a bandage on her neck to cover up an injury. Since the beginning of the new quarter, Grell has since changed back to her usual attire of slacks and her infamous red trench coat.]

And can someone get me an orange juice?! [She says to no one, and everyone, in particular.]
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[personal profile] orewaonna

[Anyone in the girls dorm, might notice what looks like a young boy hovering around the door for room B115. This supposed young man seems to be pacing and just generally glaring at the door in general distrust.]

Awe man. I can't do this. Share a room with a girl?

[Tugging on her unruly hair, Masaki can't help but frown. Maybe it'd be better to request a new room. The last thing she needs right now is some stranger to start screaming because a boy came into her room without knocking. Geeze. Thinking she hears something coming from inside the room, she turns and bolts down the hallway at top speeds.]

Forget it. I can't do this!


Oi! What's someone got to do to get a room change around here? I need to know asap. I can't share a room with a strange girl.
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[As if no one knows who 'me' is.]

Got any ideas for...whatever you guys call Nightmare Night! You know, where we dress up in costumes and get ALL THE CANDY!

Here's an idea: lets dress as the things we think we taste like! I think I'll be a banana this year!

Anyone else?!

[Bananas are ruined forever?]


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