[identity profile] nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com
[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.]
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com

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] nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com
[Scenario A: Morning]

[Anyone who decides to come into the cafeteria on this fine morning may just find Lightning at a table near the back, an empty plate near a notepad as she jots down notes. Anyone who gets close will see that it's a lesson plan for her classes, but there's a second smaller pad half hidden under it with words like "doubles?" and what look to be tactical plans for...something. It's all in abbreviations, making it ridiculously hard to make out, and it's unlikely that she'll talk about that one.]

[Scenario B: WTR 301 Class; 1400 to 1500 hours]

[Good afternoon, class. Feel free to walk in on your pink-haired teacher doing some last minute gun checks on that row of handguns you can see on a low counter, while a few meters behind there's another counter with cans of varying height and width. Once everyone's in the class and seemingly ready for this, Lightning will gesture over to the cans.]

You'll be shooting these today. The fewer shots you use to take them all down, the better.

[No nonsense tone is get; Instructor Farron isn't playing games, but...then again...when does she play games?]

[Scenario C: after class]

[With classes over and notes attended to until late in the night, anyone who finds their way to the Quad will find Lightning sitting on a bench, performing routine maintenance on one of these, seemingly without a care to the world around her. Feel free to approach and ask her just what kind of weapon that is, or to just stare. Though that second option is likely to get you an odd look, she won't bite.

No promises on the lack of linefacing, though. She does that a lot.]

[ooc: interact where you please~ just stick which scenario in the subject line and you're good to go!]
[identity profile] noras-boy.livejournal.com
[Hope is having a good time keeping up with all his book heavy classes. And by that? I mean he's sitting with a take-out cup of tea at a table in the cafeteria two sets of books infront of him. His pad is lying open with his pen alternating between his right hand and his mouth and the page of course.

He sips the tea and rubs his eye. How long had he been here again? Yet he could not make Global Stratification exciting to him. The definitions the applications and everything about it was just not getting him interested like the other subjects. The system of inequalities between the countries of this world weren't really capturing his attention. But, compared to the Physics and Biology books on his table, it was more interesting.

Book subjects? Why did he take so many book heavy subjects. He drops his pen and puts his head on his paper. He takes a couple of deep breaths before sitting up to look at the door. It was warm outside... he thinks longingly.

However, Hope didn't realise that putting your head on wet ink is a bad idea. He now has upside down notes written on his forehead.]
brightens: (lean ☀ You alright down there?)
[personal profile] brightens
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. )
[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.]
[identity profile] paradisiacally.livejournal.com
[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?]

[identity profile] nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com
[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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[personal profile] werepanther
[It's late at night - close to curfew - and Tom's sitting on the grass in the Quad. Beer bottle in hand, he counts the stars before chugging down another sip or two. There's actually a lot of things wrong with this picture: for one thing? Tom's still on alcoholic probation. As in, he's not supposed to touch the stuff.

Yet he did. And he's currently on his second bottle. Crap.

Tom's not really one for talking - especially when he's in werekitty form - so he won't notice people right away. Still, it's a little hard to miss a 6' tall werepanther casually chugging beer like there's no tomorrow. He looks up at the sky again, double-checks the number of stars, and then... takes another sip.

So much for upholding his promises.]
[identity profile] noble-pride.livejournal.com
While I do not celebrate Valentines' Day personally, the sentiment behind it is pleasant enough.

That being said, I have decided to offer a special seminar on calligraphy on Saturday afternoon. I am proficient at it, and there is something to be said for its simple elegance. For those who have decided not to give chocolates but wish to give something to their love interests and peers, a carefully handcrafted gift does have a certain personal touch.

Staff and students are welcome. I will provide the appropriate paper, ink and brushes.

-Instructor Kuchiki
[identity profile] ridethe.livejournal.com
[Returning to the Garden wasn't necessarily something Lightning was looking forward to. Sure, it had its perks, but she still doesn't consider it home. Home is where her family is and from what she remembers of the Garden, her family certainly isn't here. Admittedly, a small part of her is looking forward to seeing if she remembers anyone here. It would make things easier.

And so she starts her trek to the dorms, duffel bag in hand and steps confident. It wouldn't do much good if she just wasted time in the lobby, after all. She has things to do and even more things to set up. The sooner she could do that, the sooner she could get down to business.]

Welcome back, I guess. [She mutters, completely nonplussed and entirely to herself.]

[ooc; Feel free to intercept her in the Lobby or even the Dorms. c:]


Aug. 10th, 2010 01:26 am
[identity profile] rebeliune.livejournal.com
This isn't working.

Escalating tension between Esthar and Galbadia; between the natives of this world and us "off-worlders"; even some of the off-worlders are starting conflict amongst themselves. It's like we're all in some sort of panic. Speaking of which, the unexplained disappearances of some of the cadets - Where did they go? Are we returning or not? [ Yes, she's referring to the disappearance of her sister. ]

Furthermore, what was with that whole month when all of us were experiencing those nightmares? That can't have been some random occurrence.

Some of this is just ridiculous.

-Lightning Farron
[identity profile] blacksuited.livejournal.com
[ And nothing made sense.

This is Cissnei, in a lonely little corner of the Quad, poring over books and muttering to herself. Lack of sleep caught up with her sometime two days ago and, exhausted, she succumbed-- only to find out that staying awake for longer periods tended to make the nightmares... worse. For her, at any rate. So, the books. Not for studying; their titles all seem to have to do with sleep, the psychology of sleep, and one just may be about fancy swimming strokes, but that is irrelevant.

A cornered tiger roars out, an injured ewe still protects her young, and a caffeinated Turk-- or any Turk, really-- searches for clue
s. In this case, clues on how to lucid dream.

Her search isn't fruitful
, though, as anyone nearby may chance to hear. And see, because Cissnei is currently running a hand through her hair before gripping a clump in frustration. ]

I can't believe not a single one of these has anything.

✝ one

Jul. 8th, 2010 11:15 am
[identity profile] fatechange.livejournal.com
[ Allen can handle a nightmare or two, or three. In fact it's not all that uncommon for him, nightmares that aren't quite nightmares. But well it's been a week and he's almost at the point where he's barely sleeping. ]

[ That forcefully bright smile of his, it's wavering, giving way to a tired grin when people look at him too long. He's actually probably being a bit creepy but he can't tell. TOO TIRED. ]

[ So as he's trying to make his way to class he somehow ends up in the cafeteria instead. Probably because it's the one place that he remembers the location of without effort. He contemplates trying to find his way to where he's actually supposed to be but...it's not really worth the effort. So he's going to wait outside until they start serving food. He will be found plopped outside, staring at nothing. If you catch him wandering around he'll just be avoiding reflective surfaces, thanks. ]
[identity profile] fleeorflight.livejournal.com
[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.}
[identity profile] brokenbrand.livejournal.com
[ 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!!)


May. 28th, 2010 09:36 pm
[identity profile] rebeliune.livejournal.com
[ Here's a Lightning, walking - more like marching - her way down the circular path of the first floor, her destination in mind being the 2nd Floor. Her stride is brisk and long, the red cape of her attire flowing in her wake, and if one notices, there's a small frown on her face. The reason for this face? Why, it's mission time! ]

Bullying... Hn.

[ In a way, taking on this Mission (2) was more Snow's thing... But Lightning also isn't very lenient about bullying, so if anyone wants to join her for whatever reason, feel free! ]
[identity profile] renzokukens.livejournal.com
{{ooc; This is set for Wednesday at lunch time (around the beginning of it) so everyone can get the chance to, you know, butterbug him.}}

[ Squall's not thinking about the time as he leaves his office and takes the elevator down to the main level. He's running mainly on auto-pilot, a hand absently passing over his stomach as it grumbles loudly. He takes his time as he makes his way for the cafeteria, and ignores most of the looks thrown his way.

That's what he gets for skipping breakfast. Good thing it's Wednesday. It means there's more choices than just HOT DOGS.

(...I knew another hour of paperwork wouldn't have killed me.)

[ Yeah - there's a line up. And it's not a small one. ]
[identity profile] blacksuited.livejournal.com
[ Mondays.

She'd never liked them before and she sure wasn't a fan of them now. Especially now, trudging toward the Cafeteria, hair still damp and sticky from her hasty after-class shower and a small ache behind her dry, stinging eyes. Perhaps some chlorine had gotten in. There was something deadening about Mondays, stifling, and as used as Cissnei had been to stifling-- rules, clothing, lifestyle-- this was different. She'd never had a pile of homework on her mind, for one thing. It left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, salty and irritating.

Or maybe that was the dry, unappetizing fish sandwich she was halfheartedly chewing on her way. Giving it a betrayed glance (she'd packed it with some care that morning, to avoid the very trip she was making now), Cissnei slipped it back into the plastic packet whence it had come, and shoved it back into her knapsack as she entered the Cafetaria and strolled to the buffet line, grimacing. ]

Should've put more mayo.

( ooc; late intro is late forever. /fails, etc. )
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[It's quiet as night falls on Balamb Garden, quiet enough to hear the crickets chirping on the ground below and the sea waves lapping the shore in the distance. The sky is clear and full of stars. The halls of Garden are empty except for a couple cadets here and there -- indeed, even the faculty seems to be missing from their usual posts.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. Once again, the Headmaster speaks to the Garden.

The Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Welcoming Ball 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 Ruby group.

[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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