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hey everyone!!

i know you guys heard about the beach right?? :O so whos going? it'll be a great chance for everyone to relax after finals and everything. it should be fun!

oh but i was wondering what kind of things do you need to bring to the beach? is there anything i need to get? we didnt really have a beach back home and the only time i went to one i was only taking a walk!! so if anyone could help that would be great ok? :D

everyone is coming right??? please please please come!! or else! >:)

- vanille

Action for the Library, after making the post. )
( ooc: Dated before the beach party..! )
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[Great. Just great. Cissnei thought she was going home (not that she was entirely looking forward to it) but... she's clearly not. Unless this is another effect of time differences. Her expression shows just a hint of annoyance, but it's hard to tell.]

This isn't Gaia, is it? I don't remember a Balamb Garden around. [She sighs lightly.] In any case, my name is Cissnei. If there are any other Turks around, please call me as soon as possible. [Though the odds are not really in her favor here.]
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[Normally Fang didn't eat in the cafeteria, especially now that there was an actual town nearby, but apparently today was an exception. Not that she was easy to spot; she'd taken a table waaaay in the back, hopefully away from prying eyes since she certainly wasn't aiming to be seen.

Easier said than done. How did you try to hide when you were using fire? The weird new magic she'd found herself with hadn't been just a fluke, it seemed. It was getting stronger, and not in the way she was familiar with when it came to her l'cie powers...though come to think of it, her usual l'cie magic hadn't been coming easy lately. Strange.

But since it wasn't appropriate for a SeeD to use magic outside of the training room, Fang was hiding back here instead. She'd managed to get her hands on one of the hot dogs and was setting fire to it in sections at a time, apparently seeing how far she could take this magic. It was way more than enough to burn a piece of meat, that was for sure. Which meant that it could probably fry a person, no problem...

Even though she thought herself hidden, she couldn't help but think that someone was watching her. Or staring. Something. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that there were eyes on her. Maybe they were trying to ask her about the stench of burnt meat.]

[[ooc: I'll try not to be a slowpoke lamewad this time! *flail* ^^; ]]
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Choice A - Fisherman's Horizon
[For someone who isn't exactly used to setting foot in a town and having people actually stroll by - sometimes waving or offering a smile, other times a crotchety old glare and a mutter about "kids these days" - this place is rather unsettling for a kid who'd almost, bitter as it was, gotten accustomed to pretty much the whole of humanity running screaming in terror. Whether it be away or toward, with crudely brandished makeshift weapons.

Hope clasps a hand over his tummy, exhaling slowly before continuing his trek toward the Inn as he'd been directed. Now that it's finally sinking in that this is a safe place, at least in comparison to what he's endured over the past few days, most of the unconscious fight-or-flight reactions are kept at bay.

And thus he's busy craning his neck this way and that, trying to take everything in. One thing that catches his eye in particular is the huge circular panel and everything that surrounds it. So much, in fact, that he's too busy twisting his head around to try and get a better look at it as he walks. Most likely bumping into other fellow students on their stay here or the town's citizens as he does so.

He can be caught on his way to the inn or heading toward the Garden a bit later, changed into his student uniform and looking every bit confused and bewildered as before.

Choice B - Balamb Garden
[The next term won't be starting for a little while, Hope was told, so he's entirely free until then. After making it to the F.H. Inn, he'd spent some time sitting on his bed staring at the class roster—only to discover some very familiar names, one more bemusing than the others.

Therefore! First order of business? Finding the others. It's just a matter of finding the right classrooms.

Willing his heart to stay where it belongs (that's in his chest and not leaping out of his palate the way it's been threatening), hesitant footsteps carry him away from the large directory panel he'd been staring at and toward where he might find one of those very places. He only gets halfway up the stairs before pausing again, lifting up the wrinkled sheet in his hands and staring down at all the names, course numbers, and corresponding rooms. It's starting to all blur together, making his head spin. Hope squeezes his eyes shut with a frustrated sigh, then practically leaps up the rest of the stairs leading to the elevator.

It's entirely hit-or-miss for him, but he'll be hitting up the Farron, Villiers and Katzroy courses first thing - and in that order. Other cadets might see him weaving his way through random little crowds of fellow students, probably getting smacked into due to his tiny (therefore near-invisible) height and knocked around a few times; or he'll be nervously waiting outside one of the classrooms, attempting to find a way to peer inside. He can't summon up the courage to just barge on in there, as much as he'd like to.
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[A grinning Snow is casually pummeling a training dummy in the classrooms. Whatever oddity of time compression has stripped off his brand and replaced it with some other power, he doesn't know, but after some of the earlier adventures he's endured through its questionable charity, he intends to just ride this out.]

[So now he's playing with this new power: density control. And frankly doing quite well at it. The punch he hurls at the dummy starts off light and fast, barely dense enough to engender any resistance even from the air; then, a moment before it lands, his body coalesces into a far more dense form. The punch hits with alarming force, sending the dummy flying.]


I think I might've overdone it.
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[Scenario A]

[This town wasn't so bad, really. It reminded her a bit of Oerba - it just had that quiet sense where everyone seemed to know each other. Well, it used to, probably. She figured all of these extra people in town weren't doing much for the quiet.

Not that any Garden students were causing a ruckus. Good thing, since even though as a SeeD, she was supposed to be setting an example and enforcing all of those rules, she wasn't really up for the task. Hey, if everyone was old enough to be wandering around town, they were old enough to keep themselves in line.

Even so, Fang found herself wandering along the Horizon Bridge, inadvertently keeping an eye on things. Well, half an eye, anyway. What she was really thinking was that this spot probably had a fabulous sunset. Maybe she'd risk breaking curfew to see it, though it was a silly thing to break it for.

Hmph. Rules. Who needed 'em?]

[Scenario B]

[Whether it from being a l'cie or just because of plain old unwillingness to let anything get the best of her, Fang usually had no problem in taking down a T-Rexaur - as long as it was just one at a time. Sort of like the King Behemoths back home.

On this particular night, though, this one seemed to be giving her trouble. She'd sought out the Training Center since she was feeling particularly restless and of course, she could only go here. Nothing wrong with getting rid of some beasts to help someone sleep, right?

Maybe she was more tired than she'd thought, because this thing was certainly putting up a fight. It wasn't as though she didn't feel strong enough to beat it; more like...she was drawing her strength from the wrong sources. But that was stupid. She knew her strengths better than anyone, after all, and had been using them and fighting for a lot longer than most.

Bah. Perhaps she should use a status spell, though she'd been finding little use for them lately. She held her spear out for defense, calling up her rather pitiful stockpile of magic for a Sleep or something, but to her surprise, instead of the intended spell, a tiny burst of flame shot from her hand. It wasn't anything at all impressive - it lasted barely a moment, but it was enough to startle her into staring at her hand in surprise.

That hadn't been l'cie magic...or her l'cie magic, anyway, unless she'd gained a few new abilities while she wasn't looking. Hmph. If no one had seen it, it probably wasn't anything getting herself all worked up over. Spell flukes happened, right? She needed to concentrate on this beast, anyway, before it saw fit to chomp her right in half.]
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[BBS PM to: Damian Razem]

I'd like to speak to you; please come to the cafeteria during lunch hour.

-Instructor Lightning Farron

[BBS PM to: Fang, Sazh, Serah, and Vanille]

It's Hope's birthday on Saturday, and Snow and I are planning on throwing him a surprise party in one of the classrooms. We could use the help, if you want to help, but I know he'd appreciate you all being there. Just let me know if you can help or not; there's a lot that still needs doing before then.


[Action: Dorms, Hall 2, Room 220]

[As just about everyone knows, construction is about to begin, and just about everyone's packed. Lightning is as well, as evident by the near overstuffed bag on her bed. So why, if her bag is packed, is she on her hands and knees on the floor like she's looking for something? Seems a little concerned, too.]
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[This is Rikku. Rikku's about as confused as you can get. She wanted to go to the Thunder Plains, not some crazy world with a military academy. She's a pickpocket/techie, not a merc!

...But there's lots of cool machina here, so if nothing else, maybe she can study this stuff, get some plans drawn up, and take them with her when she goes home.

For now, though, she's just sort of sitting in the quad, under a tree, watching all the people go by and trying not to look terrified. How well that's working depends on how observant you are.

Also? She's still in her bikini.]

[[ooc: if I have done anything wrong, please tell me XD;; most tags will be coming after I deal with my father and grandfather today.]]
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[Cid was, in all truth and honesty, not an usual visitor to the training center. He took no real pleasure from killing the monsters here, as it tended to only remind him of the brand he bore; Cid far preferred other methods of training, methods that didn't involve magic and the like.

And yet, here he was.

The original plan had been to come here to fight and get his mind off of things, but that had failed rather spectacularly. Sure, Cid had taken out all the Grats that he had come across, but now that he had a T-rexaur standing before him, he felt like doing little more than keeping it dazed. All excitement vanished after the beast succumbed, and it was just a matter recasting the spell when necessary after that. Cid idly tossed a few ruins at the beast before becoming bored of even that and casting doom on it.

He sighed heavily as the spell slowly but surely counted down. His mind was clearly elsewhere.
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hi everyone!

i just figured out how to make my text colored. pretty, huh? anyway i never posted on this thing except one time but i think i finally figured it all out. i could read on it for class and stuff but it took a lot of poking around to find out how to talk to everyone on it. so hi!!

i'm vanille in case you were wondering. nice to meet you all. i hope we can be friends!

i don't know if you heard but someone said i should be homecoming princess! that was really nice of them... but i guess now i have to make my own banners too! i made some for grell and bulla already but i never thought i'd have to make some for me! but since it was so much fun the first time it can only be more fun now, right? i'm really excited about it! if anyone wants to help i'm going to go get supplies to make them later so we can do that! i'll bring some cookies or something! i'll need help hanging them up too.

oh and someone told me about a place in the training center i want to check out. they said it was a secret! i'd never seen it before and since its a secret i don't know where it is. does anyone wanna show me? they said it was a good place to get action at... if i find it i bet i could show it to fang! she'd probably like it, not that there aren't enough monsters to fight as it is huh? but more action is never a bad thing.

well thats it i think. um i guess i should say please vote for me! it would make me really happy. i wish i could vote for everybody...

bye now!!

Vanille Dia
Cadet, Student ID #63154

Scenario A: Homecoming Banners )

Scenario B: Snooping Around the Training Center )

( ooc: Feel free to hop in either scenario or just respond on the BBS! Also if you'd like to make plans to meet her to show her where the *~*secret spot*~* is, we can have them meet up. )
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[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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[In an effort to do some training on her own, and outside of any combat classes, Homura today is in the Training Center, battling against some of the weaker monsters there. While there were no witches here in this world, Homura still wants to become a better fighter, so fighting monsters it is.

If you happen to come across her today, you might notice that her fighting style seems to involve using explosives.

... If you're particularly keen enough, you might notice she's stopping and starting time.

Either way, Homura's not exactly a graceful fighter, and it kind of... shows. There's times where you have to wonder how she doesn't accidentally get caught in her own explosions.]
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[It had been a couple days, yet she was still so angry. She could hardly remember the last time she was this angry.. which was odd, considering how prone she was to anger. Being the rebel princess she was, she hadn't been attending the 'classes' she was told to, and instead confined herself in the library, reading book upon book about.. well, everything. Magic, history of the world she was now in, mythology and folklore.. anything that could provide an answer on a way to get back.

Of course, she could only go so long with no rest. Ashe is currently out cold, sitting at a desk. Her head is resting on top of a large red book, (an encyclopedia, by the looks of it) gently snoring.

Wake her up?]

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[This place again? Well, it isn't so bad. Of course, she'll probably later get an earful for tracking dirt on the freshly polished quad floor. Oh well. If the janitory wants to pick a fight, that is just fine with her. He should just know that Fran is in no real mood to start a squabble. But then...when is she ever? Unless Balthier's butt is on the line, she's content to be idifferent.

She walks over the nearest bench and drops her duffles and carry-ons. She'd traveled light for the trip in the first place, so she'd only taken one and two packs that weren't heavily filled or very large in weight.]


[She pulls the letter from Cid from her pocket and seats herself next to her bags. She's already read it once, but she'll re-read it again until someone comes by. She's not really a social kind of person, but one thing she's learned while at Garden that forever remains a constant? You never really can have a moment to yourself.

So Fran welcomes interruption.]
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[After becoming a SeeD, normal people would probably celebrate until their little heads exploded, but Fang had always had a few screws loose. Her celebration consisted of hanging out in the quad. Strangely enough, she actually felt more relaxed here than anywhere else in Garden, except perhaps the Training Center - but there'd been too many people in there for her liking and she was in too good of a mood to tell them to get lost.

Instead, she sat near one of the only actual gardens in the place, listening to the faint hubbub of the others around her. It was far better than listening to lectures; oh thank Lady Luck she wouldn't have to hear any more of those. Well, in a classroom, at least. She had no patience for them when she could be doing something instead. At least here, it hadn't gotten her into much trouble, unlike her schooldays in Oerba.

Fang chuckled lightly to herself. After being here for a year, it felt like it'd been another lifetime since she was last in Oerba. In a way, it was, she supposed. A year was supposed to be forever to a l'cie, and yet here they all were like nothing had ever happened.

Strange how things worked out.

...Huh. Maybe she should have gone to the Training Center. She ended up thinking too much otherwise.]
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[It had been a long year since Lightning had last been here, walking through the turnstiles to get back into Garden. One year of chasing a monster all over the continent without any backup. One more year with only her thoughts as company, and not so much as a clue to get home for it. Just more gil and a teaching job to look forward to come morning.

Nothing had changed, really. Not even the place looked different as Lightning looked up, eyes narrowing in thought. Would she ever find a way back? Hard to say. But she was going to try, and standing around wasn't going to solve anything. So she stepped forward, never turning her head from what was in front of her.

It would honestly be a wonder if she didn't crash into someone or something, at the pace she was following.]
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[Really, the echo of a crowd should've been his first hint, but Fang had mentioned that whatever she was inviting them to was exciting, and Hope was not in the practice of doubting the judgment of his closest friends. Hell, he might even jump from a ridge hundreds of feet in the air if Lightning told him to- hey, wait a minute...

Still, he hesitates at the doorway. It's awfully loud in there.]

Oh well.

[With a shrug, he opens the unlocked door.

And closes it a second later. Leaning back, he looks up at the wall. Well, that's weird. That's definitely Fang's room number, and he's pretty sure he's in the right dorm. So what were all those half-dressed people doing in there?]

{ooc; General post-midterms PARTYING TIME post.}
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[ She's not a creative type, this Oerbian. But Vanille said she needed to do a painting in her fine arts class, and had said she'd really like it if she could paint something that reminded her of home, really like it if she could paint something she already knew well, really, really like it if she could maybe just maybe pretty please with sugar on top have Fang as her subject.

So of course Fang said yes.

And now she's sitting in the fine arts room, surrounded by mostly empty easels and the smell of potted paints. She's alone for now, waiting on the artiste, and fiddling with some of the tools used to mold clay. She accidentally breaks one of the clay-cutting wire-contraptions, fumbles with it, then hurriedly puts it down before glancing around to be sure no one saw.

(ooc note: The post is tailored to Vanille, but any tag is welcome!!)
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[Now that the club has been established, Aerith worked tirelessly to post up as many fliers as possible about the brand new Cooking Club. If this club was going to work, then she would have to work hard to lure in as many members as possible. That's why if any of you cadets are walking along the halls of the quad today, you may see a dozen stylish, pink and white fliers on the walls begging for your participation.

They look a little something like this:

The Amazing Flier! )

[Quite proud of her work upon the fliers, Aerith hurried to the cafeteria with Abel in tow to start baking for what she expected would be thousands of guests! (More like twelve guests in reality...)

Oh, I really hope they come!

[Aerith whined as she stared at the plain white & black clock upon the wall.]

Who could deny a sweet tooth anyways?

[ooc: this is another mingle comment spam! have your characters show up at the cafeteria~]
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[ Do you hear that? What, you ask?


The unmistakable combination of girls giggling and gushing as they gossip to one another. The dreaded triple Gs.

Well, that'd all be coming from that group of teenage girls over there who have crowded around Kasuka while he was minding his own business, just sitting quietly in the quad. Really, all he was trying to do was memorize his schedule.

But now they've surrounded him and a couple of the more outgoing ones are asking him when his birthday is, his horoscope, if he has a girlfriend, what kind of girls he likes, what his favorite food is, etc. He's staring back blankly, uncertain of how to dispel the crowd.

At first it was just a group of three friends, who were then joined by a few more friends, who then attracted some other girls, and things just snowballed from there. He really wasn't... expecting this to happen here too, but. Maybe he's forgotten how to turn off the whole 'appeal to teenage girls' vibe. ]

[ ooc: So. Yes. This is Kasuka. Feel free to join the mob/troll him/admire him/try to stick your hand down his pants/rescue him/w/e. He's my new favorite whipping boy, so GO WILD. &hearts ]


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