[identity profile] focusedfate.livejournal.com
[Today if you happen to be walking around inside the Garden, you may hear the faint strains of music--someone, it would seem, is playing the piano. The first few notes are a little hesitant, but as it continues, the music grows more confident and smoother. It's almost as if the pianist once played quite often but is now just coming off of a rather long playing hiatus. Really, once the individual settles into his groove, he's quite good.

If you follow said music through the hallways, you'll find yourself at the door of the music room. Inside, you'll find Cid seated at the piano; it doesn't look like he'll mind if he ends up with an audience.
]
[identity profile] not-a-chicken.livejournal.com
Seriously?! I thought we were done with this Time Compression stuff! Well, the letter said the scientists are tryin' to find a way to send us all back, so I guess I'm not gonna be stuck here forever. I can go right back to where I left off, right?

So, what's different in the future? Do we have any cool new technology, like those tunnels and hovering platforms in Esthar? Or maybe TELEPORTERS?! Is Squall still the commander? Oh man, all my friends are gonna be so OLD, and I'm still just 17! That's gonna be so weird. Hey! Is there some kind of future-me runnin' around here?! After 20 years of missions and training, I bet I'm AWESOME!!

And oh! That letter said something about, uh... off-worlders? Like ALIENS?!! That's so cool! What kind of powers do they have? I wanna meet one!!!

-ZD

013 // BBS

Sep. 12th, 2011 07:15 pm
[identity profile] whiplashings.livejournal.com
Has anyone seen Cadet Joe Gibken and Cadet Captain Marvelous? Any knowledge of their whereabouts would be much appreciated.

Lieutenant Commander Quistis Trepe
SeeD Rank A

01{action}

Sep. 1st, 2011 02:27 am
[identity profile] winhillmemories.livejournal.com
[She'd read the note a few times by now, but it still didn't make an entire lot of sense. Ultimecia was supposed to be gone, right? So why did the note mention Time Compression, among other things? It was a little odd to be hearing about all of this happening again, really, but, well...

Well, the letter had also said to talk to Cid or a SeeD if she had any questions, so she'd do that later. For now, though, Ellone is content with walking around Fisherman's Horizon, to see what's changed.]

BBS/Action

Sep. 1st, 2011 12:27 am
[identity profile] paradoxdestined.livejournal.com
How do you get rid of animals?



[Today you will find Squall sitting outside in the Quad. Why? It might have something to do with the crowd of animals gathering around him. Birds, deer, mice, cockroaches, there's even a few grats from the Training Center. None of them seem violent, pressing in around Squall like a cat looking for a good pet. Speaking of which all those illegal cats in B-Garden? Yeah you might see a few of those too.

Squall looks like he's reaching his limit though. Standing up he slashes his arm through the air.]


GO HOME!!

[...Nothing happens. In fact the animals press in closer. Sitting back down on a bench he just puts his head in his hands. What'd he do to deserve this...]

((ooc: For the super power event Squall's power is animal magnetism. Good luck dragging those cats away.))
[identity profile] musagetes.livejournal.com
TEXT

For the new students who arrived while I was away on my mission, I'm Apollo Cynthius. I'll be teaching First Aid with Instructor Botan and Studio Art. Feel free to come by my office at any time. If I'm not there, try the studio or the quad. I look forward to meeting you.

[ACTION(S)]

[You get multiple options!

A: Apollo is in the studio, working on a painting. It's hard to tell what it's going to be, but it's obviously going to be pretty epic. He's here from about 8 in the morning to lunch.

B: Apollo is in the quad after lunch, tuning a guitar. It's not his favorite instrument, but it's easier to find here than a lyre. He's here from lunch until about six in the evening.

C: And now he's in his office, doing paperwork. He's here from six until he goes to bed at ten. The observant might notice what looks like a golden bow and quiver of arrows tucked away safely.
[identity profile] whiplashings.livejournal.com
[Quistis is walking out of the Training Center with a slight limp in her step as well as her hand clasped to her side, the cloth of her battle attire beneath her fingers stained with red. While it isn't a threatening injury, it's obvious that she isn't very pleased at the moment; her expression is just a touch grumpy with her brows creased, the corners of her lips turned down to a frown. It's clear that whatever went down in the Training Center wasn't something Quistis had planned or expected.

While she's doused her wounds with the potions she has on hand, she knows it's probably best to go to the infirmary to have her injuries wrapped. So, while albeit a bit slowly due to her limp, she's heading in that direction now.]


[OOC NOTE: Quistis' power she'll be gaining is pheromone control so… go with that however you want. It's not completely full blown yet since it's still the beginning stages of the transition in power, but feel free to have your characters feel compelled to approach her or whatnot.]
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com
[Hey.

Hey Garden.

Guess what.

You're now trapped in the elevator.

Maybe you were too lazy to take the stairs; maybe you just needed to get somewhere and this was the quickest way from A to B, despite the janitor's warnings (and the signs on every floor).

Whatever the reason, it's too late! You're stuck in here. The lights are out, none of the buttons are working (or maybe they're jammed?), and it's unlikely you'd be able to pry open the doors — this elevator is one sturdy son of a gun, and between floors, there's nowhere to go.

Anyway... who's that with you?]

Cut for meme-speak! )
[identity profile] nomark1or2.livejournal.com
[It's no sphere, but a sea will do in a pinch for training.]

[After putting up a sign or two at the ramp that leads from Garden to the city proper, Jecht has jumped into the water not far from a ladder down. A wide triangle defined by three discs he'd hung from the city's side marked a goal, into which the instructor lazily kicked his blitzball with perfect accuracy.]

[His latest trick: hurling the ball high up into the air from under water, then bursting up after it as it began to slow in midair -- almost forty feet up. As his body reaches that height as well, he lazily flips upside-down, spinning round to hammer the ball with a bicycle kick that sends it blazing towards the goal like a launched missile, so fast it visibly distorts into a squashed oval.]

[A real goal would've had a net to catch and absorb the ball's motion, but that's okay. As it rebounds off the wall viciously enough to shake dust and debris loose, it bounces back towards Jecht -- who'd aimed it skillfully enough that all he has to do is pluck it neatly out of the air before he plunks back down into the water with barely a splash.]
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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 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 )
[identity profile] burntglory.livejournal.com
{{OOC NOTE; this takes place after THIS. Quistis is in charge of escorting Seifer to the infirmary and Claire is dealing with Squall. NOTE TO SQUALL & CLAIRE-MUN: if you wish to include a thread between Squall and Claire talking or doing whatever (i.e. also going to the Infirmary after Seifer and Quistis) after the fist-fight incident, you're more than welcome to include it in here! :) }}

[Silence. That's all that had carried on between them during their walk to the Infirmary. Why talk when he'd had nothing to say to her? Currently Seifer's face is nothing but a layer of pain part numb and the other part a dull throbbing beneath the dark expression he wears as he sits on the edge of the bed. His nose doesn't want to seem to stop bleeding but that's the least of his problems.

Probably a good thing the doctor left them alone only moments ago, leaving Quistis to treat Seifer's injuries: a split bottom lip, swelling and bruising in various parts of his face especially his nose and under the eyes, a broken nose that will take time to heal, a headache that will be sure to increase long before their 'talk' is over...

No matter how hard Seifer had glared at the back of Quistis's damn head while she had walked in front of him as his 'escort', he had wanted to tell her where to shove her authority and walk off. What irked him the most was -- what the hell did he need an ESCORT for?! And why did it have to be her, of all people? Seifer would have been better off with Claire. He knows he would have been. But for now he's stuck with Trepe and knows for a fact that she has his balls literally in a grip as the lieutenant commander.

There's no way he can simply walk away; trolling her on the BBS is one thing but this... this is something entirely different.

It's called being in deep shit.
]
[identity profile] yellowzippers.livejournal.com
[Selphie stands with a tray at one side of the cafeteria. Attempting to balance her lunch, she reaches for a string hanging from the back of her uniform's skirt. She is doing a sort of "dog chasing it's tail" thing that may look endearing. Or may not. Straightening up, the cafeteria looms around her. A long time ago she had knew almost everybody at the school. You name them, she had smiled , bothered and befriended them. That's just what Selphie liked to do.

She had just arrived and still was a bit shell shocked. Her eyes would scan the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Or a friendly face. Even with the time vertigo , Selphie was ecstatic to make new friends. Just look at all those new people. They all looked so nice! Selphie's grin got bigger at the thought. This is going to be pretty good!
]
[identity profile] burntglory.livejournal.com
[Picking up the latest newsletter was probably one of his biggest mistakes yet - not counting his involvement with Ultimecia years ago of course. Seifer's read through most of the articles and stares down at the bold title of 'War Criminal to Face Possible Retribution: Seifer Almasy Case'. So many thoughts race through his mind, so many emotions (one's in particular that he's managed to put a mask over), even his heartbeat begins to quicken.

Fear? Adrenaline? Desperation?

Seifer can't tell, he can only stare down at the title and then at the picture of himself, faded and placed within the column. Twenty years later and nothing seems to have changed.

Now he begins to fervently skim the article, picking up on this and that. '...going as far as to say that Ultimecia has sent him from a time prior to her defeat in the Second Sorceress War to gather intel and find ways to avoid her inevitable fall.'

Bullshit..!

Not bothering with reading the rest he pushes himself up from the bench, grabs up Hyperion, and begins to storm off towards the Training Center. The papers are crumpled angrily in his hand.
]

Like hell! [He snarls under his breath as he goes in response to the newsletter, dumping the balled up papers into the nearest garbage bin. Whoever he's bumped shoulders with, Seifer doesn't pause to look back - doesn't care, too lost in his thoughts. In the possibilities that maybe what they've written is true and he just doesn't even know it yet.

Seifer knows exactly how crafty Ultimecia can be-- but it's not something he wants to think about right then and there.
]

{{ooc; feel free to be the one he bumped into, feel free to meet him at the TC, feel free to do-- IDK-- he's just clearly not in the best of moods! c:}}

BBS

Jul. 16th, 2011 08:44 am
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com
Languages. I know you all speak them. Doesn't matter if you're using the translator or not, chances are you're speaking and writing in something.

I'm gonna need to know what that is, how well you do it, and if you can handle more than one.

This is just out of curiosity — no need to panic, unless you're the punk who left the Latin on the ceiling in the men's.

I'm onto you.


(OOC: No he's not. Feel free to attribute that graffiti to your character if it suits, though!

Also, Instructors/SeeDs/staff! This is your chance to bombard the Prince with clean-up requests. Don't worry if they seem small or insignificant, the Prince has a job to do and you're just ~*~helping him out~*~. The sillier, the better!)
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[personal profile] subjected
[ Regardless of what some off-world cadets may claim, it turns out that they actually don't brainwash those who become SeeDs. Therefore, even if one goes and gets hired on as part as the staff? There's definitely nothing that says they just magically forget about things that were known as a cadet.

Case in point: the 'secret area' of the training center, which may just become the location of a rather unpleasant surprise for anyone who dares to make a late-night trip up to the secluded balcony there- Instructor Claire Farron, leaning against the rail and looking generally... well, miserable, though as always she's bound to be trying to hide it.

Of course, how she ever found the place to begin with when she has no real friends is up for debate.

In any case, obviously she's not exactly in a good mood, and obviously, she's probably not doing much of this 'sleeping' thing recently. This extends to the day time as well, as anyone who's in her classes or currently being tutored may notice she's suddenly grown even more tense and prone to distancing herself... and if not that, then they should still be pretty hard-pressed to miss that several days ago she cut off most of her hair. The reason for that should be clear; she is not a fan of particular recent arrivals.

Good luck figuring out when she actually does stuff like shower or eat anything besides the occasional in-hand fruit now, although people are still welcome to try.... ]
[identity profile] burntglory.livejournal.com
[With Hyperion rested up against the edge of the bench, Seifer's got his legs spread like a man seated all casual like and like he doesn't give an eff, a random weapon's magazine in hand. He's doing some random reading on gunblades, or at least what's changed in the past twenty years. He wants to know if they've become lighter, faster - not that his precious Hyperion's not fast and light enough as it is, but she could always do with an extra modification.

Too bad Seifer's not really paying much attention to what's on the pages because nope, this guy has got his eye set for anyone who might be deserving a detention.

And 'sides - and not that he really cares, because he doesn't (lololokyeahright) - hearing that Quistis is a runner up for this ridiculous Homecoming Queen business... why wasn't he mentioned as king?

Seifer is totally king material. Respected, admired, hated, feared - oh yeah - definitely top notch king material.

On a snort, the blond flips a page, peering up from his magazine.
]
[identity profile] noneed2shave.livejournal.com
[Rygdea strolled through the lobby, nodding and smiling at the people he passed. He was just returning from his retreat in the wilderness and he certainly looked, and smelled, the part.

Most people might try to keep a low profile in such conditions. Not Rygdea. He didn't see any reason to be embarrassed, it's not like he wasn't going to wash up as soon as he dropped his things off at the dorm.

As nice as roughing it in the outdoors had been it was good to be back.]

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