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Sometimes I do forget that someone, somewhere in this charming and lovely universe went and broke time for the rest of us. Not exactly the reminder I could have used, really - temporal displacement, well, that's not really something I do. Well, okay, it is... quite a lot, actually. Actually, forget I said that entirely, but what I mean is...


Just your friendly librarian, doing a bit of unplanned and completely unintentional time hopping courtesy of compression, nothing to worry about.

Now, since I've just been and got my job back - you know, good old librarian job, with all the books and paper and books and things... would you mind telling me why we're on the Esthar continent all of a sudden?
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So what's a "homecoming" and why should I care? 2 sentences or less. Knock yourselves out.


[One of these days, this guy might get bored of setting up weird, ultimately pointless science experiments in the Quad. Today is not that day. He's laid claim to a large patch of dirt not too far away from the stage (nobody seemed to be using it, all right?), and... planted a large purple gemstone right in the middle of it, apparently. Odd. Where'd he get that from?

Right now he's busy scratching arcane-looking geometrical patterns in the dirt with a small stick, only periodically glancing over to make sure the jewel is still there. He looks downright cheerful, which might be more novel than the shapes he's drawing. No telling how long that'll last if anyone disturbs his circles, though.]
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Actually, I've just thought.

[Yes, the Doctor is just going to make a post as though he was already half way through a conversation.]

You off-world lot aren't exactly doing a very good job here, are you?

Look at you, all special and powerful and even magical, some of you, and what's Garden got to show for it? Not a whole lot! This time compression business might like to try to attract all the weird people, but you're all rather insistent on being this world's standard of normal. Which, you know, isn't actually all that normal.


Actually, that's another one.

Why do your special, off-worldy, other universe completely different laws of physics powers still even work here, because that shouldn't happen. If it's impossible here, it should really stay impossible here, unless NO! Ignore everything I just said! We already know that time and space is all squished and useless! Let's not get on the subject of realities slipping in and out of each other. Just don't be surprised if you go home and suddenly there's GFs.

What I was trying to say is that you lot need to raise awareness, and what I want to know is about your powers, and more importantly, how and why they work where you're from. Because it can't be a "they just do."


You know.

Just type stuff in.

OH! And if you don't want to talk about your special what-have-yous because of the xenophobia business, just talk about someone else's.

[Disjointed rambling is now over! Anyone who didn't get incredibly annoyed/confused/headachey, answer! Anyone who did, complain!]
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[Out in the Quad on this particular morning, there's a small scaffold poking out of an open patch of grass. The grass was there yesterday. The scaffolding wasn't. Neither are likely to be the first thing a passerby would notice, though - that would probably be the rocket. You know, the one that just shot fifty feet straight up into the air.

It's not long before the little canister sputters out, drops, bounces off the metal frame below and rolls to a halt on the ground, some distance away from the guy who launched it. He looks less than impressed by its performance, although for a minute or two it's hard to tell in between all the violent coughing. Maybe a filter mask would work better than his jacket sleeve...

Anyway, all he can do for now is wait for the canister to cool down, and waiting isn't his favourite way to pass the time. He'd probably welcome a distraction. If the noise or the rocket itself happened to interrupt anybody's day, he's... slightly sorry... but what he doesn't know about can't weigh on his conscience, right?]
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[Well, this technically is a message to just one person, and yet it's TOTALLY PUBLIC. Because Ten's kind of just... like that? It's even a video message.


[Tapping the camera, here.]

Hugo Hugo Hugo Hugo Hugo!

Not Hugo? Well... you can follow. Or, you know, stalk, but this is specifically for Hugo.

Right then!

[Throws himself back into his seat.]

Let's go to Timber! On the train! Been a long time since I've been on a train. Well... [shrug] I was on a shuttle bus not long ago, but... no let's not talk about that. [No, really. Let's not. That was one of the most terrifying experiences of this particular regeneration.]

Now, obviously we can't disturb your classes, education's important, but a little extracurricular Geography-History-And-Stuff won't hurt. So, weekend it is.

All right then?
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[For the regular denizens of Balamb Garden, it's an ordinary day...until more off-worlders start showing up, for only a few hours at a time. Unsure what to make of these more temporary visitors, the Garden faculty is holding off on registering them as cadets or offering them jobs.

[Maybe someone you know might turn up?]

Mod note, to reiterate:
  • 4th wall characters can only be seen at certain hours of the day. They may appear for two hours a day, or four... or seen only in the early morning... the time doesn't matter to us, but they're not permanently here. They may return to Garden again through the rest of the month, but they're not around 24/7.
  • Like apped characters, 4th wall characters can't be ridiculously-sized. Transformers, Gundams, and similar concepts/characters will become human-sized (and in the case of mechas, not allowed altogether.)
  • Players (like you and me) are not allowed to visit Garden. We're breaking the 4th wall, not destroying it altogether!
  • Apart from this post, 4th wall characters are free to reply to open posts in [community profile] witchesreign or open logs in [community profile] concoursec. Apped players have the option of closing their posts to in-game characters only.
  • All BBS posts are locked to in-game characters only. 4th wall characters do not have access to any sort of logged in posts unless they hijack someone else's log-in---and in those cases, we need to know this beforehand.

    For those unfamiliar with the setting, here is more info on Balamb Garden's facilities and layout. Additionally, some of the NPCs around and some player characters may be wearing Balamb Garden's cadet or SeeD uniform.

    If you have any more questions, feel free to ask on the OOC post or through the mod channels ([personal profile] wrmods or [plurk.com profile] witchesreign).
  • rewritethis: (visible sigh)
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    [Here's a short blond kid wandering rather stiffly around campus, pestering anyone who looks even slightly engineering-minded:]

    Uh, 'scuse me. You know if there're any mechanics around here? Or if you are one, could you do me a favour? I'm not - well, I guess I am low on money now... but I'll work something out.

    [Because if there's one thing more annoying than being unexpectedly and unwillingly propelled to a parallel world, it's being unexpectedly propelled to a parallel world where your arm won't stay on properly. Ed can in fact speak from experience since both have happened to him in the past day or so, and he's really pissed off about it. More than usual, even.

    He mentally takes stock yet again, in the hope that his situation will make a little more sense the fifth or sixth time through. So... he woke up, definitely not dead. That's a bad start. And then he went and enrolled in the first group he bumped into that remotely resembled a military, which just goes to show he hasn't learned anything. Shortly after that, after they left him to his own devices for the rest of the day, was when his arm fell off. What was it doing here in the first place, anyway? And his leg? He supposes it's better than not having them at all, but...

    Nope, no more sense. Oh well. Maybe if he walks around long enough and bugs enough people, someone will take pity on him. And it serves the additional purpose of familiarising himself with these new surroundings, he tells himself, because he hates feeling as useless as this.]
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    [Jack hears the announcement, and, having nothing else to do yet, checks out the party.

    After briefly popping his head through the doorway though, he quickly realizes that this is not someplace he wants to be. It's far too much like one of his parents' parties. Everyone dressed up, annoyingly small snacks, and worst of all: dancing. Ballroom-type dancing.

    He shudders and slips away.

    After poking about aimlessly for quite awhile, he finally finds a room that looks to be worth investigating.]

    Let's see... This is... Hm. That's an awful lot of books.  Wonder why...

    [He puzzles over this for several minutes before facepalming.] Ugh, it's a school! Of course there's a library. Uh, I knew that. [He glances around nervously, but doesn't see anyone. Obviously the stupidity doesn't count then!]

    [Mystery solved, he's about to continue onwards before pulling up short as he realizes something: books are occasionally useful.]

    [He's just going to be sitting cross-legged in the library, surrounded by slowly growing piles of political and cultural studies books.]
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    [Merlin had wanted to stay with Freya tonight, to help make sure she was okay through her transformation. But she'd insisted on him going back to his dorm room and getting some sleep. Reluctantly, Merlin had complied, though he still felt like he should be there with her.

    Sleep had taken a while to come. And unfortunately for Merlin, it wasn't going to be lasting for long.]
    timetours: (o.o)
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    [You know how long the Doctor has been here?

    Two days.

    A whole two days, mind you.

    This is a simply horrendous situation - a whole two days stuck in one spot? That's just ridiculous - practically unheard of! Well, okay, not totally unheard of, but very, very unlikely. But, with no TARDIS, and time being all screwed up, there wasn't really much else to do. How... boring.

    Still, he had to admit meeting a whole assortment of people from numerous different realities wasn't something that even a Time Lord got to do very often. He could do without the "military school" thing and the guns, but if this was where all the interesting people were being welcomed, he could handle that for the time being.

    Then he would go and fix it. Somehow. Without the TARDIS. No, really. He's brilliant and he can do it, he's sure of it!

    Mind you,

    [And yes, he's talking to himself.]

    after The Library, this library is miniscule.

    [Meet the Garden's new librarian, stacking shelves. It's not a position he's all that familiar with really, but he supposes he'll get a few "off-worlders" popping in. Maybe they could have a chat.]


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