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[ Backdated hideously far, to shortly after this took place - very beginning of December or so. x_x; ]

I'm resigning.

- Farron

[ Those three words are all the warning Garden as a whole will be getting out of Claire for now, as notice that, as that short and cryptic little message says, she's gone to the headmaster, ditched her title of "instructor," and is now heading off to do other things in the world - away from this place and the people who reside in it.

No goodbyes or whatever else- just her name disappearing off the class rosters and her disappearing from the campus-- or so she'd like. In other words, unless someone happens to catch her actually leaving, somewhere between her room and the front gate. Despite the plainclothes quite unlike her usual wear, she's not particularly hard to miss, considering her large bag and two sheathed gunblades- a FF8-world and FF13-style one alike...

However, it's safe to say her demeanor is deathly and she definitely isn't making eye contact unless addressed. In fact, it's a lot like she's off in her own little world entirely, dodging around anyone else in the hallway without much more than a glance spared. ]
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[Time Compression's been a total jerk lately. A lot of people have vanished and there are way too many people who've been left behind who now feel down because of this. At least that's how it seems to Serah. Instead of baking cookies or something, which has been done before, she's made a nice little sign that has "FREE HUGS" written on it in big letters. Where she got the idea from? Well... let's just say she got it from somewhere and leave it at that.]

[She's going to be walking around the entire school, approaching pretty much everyone she comes across. Now they might not always be happy to see her, but even if they don't want a hug she'll at least stop and talk with them, make sure they're okay.]

[Sadly she's got no awesome music in the background, but that's what pretending is for. So... come get a hug?]


Oct. 4th, 2011 09:40 am
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Has anyone else noticed that it's been getting really chilly lately? I went out for a walk last night and I think even my goosebumps were trying to get goosebumps!

That's why I'm going to run into town soon and buy some warmer clothes. I thought maybe other people might want to come to? It could be fun!

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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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[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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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! )
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[It's a beautiful day, and everything is all setup for the date auction! Held in the courtyard, there is a mini stage set up with a microphone and speakers, and none other than Pinkie Pie is standing on the stage.


Because the actual GFC leader is too busy to be the MC for the evening. And lets face it, Pinkie will do a better job. Combined with the fact that faculty need to supervise. But who will supervise Pinkie?]

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOO ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls of all ages! Cats and dogs! Chocobos and Gummys! Lions and tigers and bears! [GASP] Oh my! Welcome to the first ever, SUPER SPECTACULAR, EXTRA AWESOME, FUNTASTIC DATE AUCTION! WOOOOOOOO! [FIST PUMP!] We have a wonderful rainbow of super special awesome people here today to make our auction a BLAST!

Lets not wait any further, guys! And gals! And animals! Oh, do we have any manticores around? [Scans the crowd, who pretty much stare at her in silence.] OH WELL!

All bids start at 1 gil and go up and UP and UP! Sorry, no rain checks or IOUs!


ALSO! Please put your bids in subject lines, so people can see! Threads tend to collapse after about 50 comments, so it may be a bit easier to see bids that way!

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[Standing in the middle of the Quad, in red-and-white t-shirt and tight jeans with flip-flops is Garden's latest arrival, an ex-theEND pilot with long, pink hair pinned up in a ponytail and barrettes, and a map of Garden in her hands. She's looking at it intently, smiling contently, and looking a little more than eager.

This is Garden's new cook for the cafeteria. Miss Anemone. Ex-theEND pilot. Ex-Corolian experiment. Ex-enemy of Gekkostate. Ex-enemy of the Corolians. And while she'd been a little loud and annoyed a couple hours ago in Cid's office, she's quite giddy and excited now. She will now be able to cook all the delicious and tasty sweets that she so adores. With her own two hands. Maybe when Dominic comes here, or she eventually goes back home, then she can show him her outstanding new cooking skills! It'd really impress him!

Yes! Anemone is very confident that this is quite possibly the best idea that she's had, aside from dating Dominic and taking in Gulliver. She already has a list of ingredients she'll need for her very first self-cooked meal!] where can I get some strawberry jam?
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[Bulla's walking around and handing out turquoise coloured flyers. Thanks to Vanille's help, she's got some that are pretty nice. The ones Bulla made herself are simpler, although they get the message across.

The ads Bulla made read "Vote Bulla Brief for Homecoming Princess. As the Head of Fight Club, the unofficial Fashion Club and a member of the Garden Festival Committee, she stays involved with what's going around Garden. She can also protect you from Grell."

Bulla offers a cheerful smile to everyone she approaches.

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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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[ The first day of actually teaching is almost always a touch stressful for a new instructor, but for the pink-haired woman who spends her few remaining minutes of morning frowning, arms crossed, and standing outside the specified doorway, something like that is almost laughably trivial. She's faced much worse, after all, so... honestly, that's far from what really bothers Claire about this whole thing.

It's who is in the classes that's the problem, and what is behind her mental seething with such intense dislike. However, if any of the Pulse l'Cie think they can mess with her so easily? Then they're in for a pretty big surprise, that's for sure. She'll make it very clear that she's not going to be thrown off by such simple things!

Anyway, after that's all through and her classes have finally come to an end, the former PSICOM lieutenant makes her way over to sit in the quad instead, carrying her ubiquitous folders, a book, and several fruits. She isn't really that hungry, and even though she doesn't really feel like being in public view right now either, she also knows that if she locks herself away she may do something regrettable. Best to hold herself accountable and... fresh air is supposed to be good for you anyway, right...?

This post is also for anyone enrolled in the MOV101 classes in general- feel free to mingle, mess with your lovely, serious-business instructor here, or... whatever. XD If doing so, please note the day and time. ]
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[Hanging Edge. An abandoned city near the edge of Cocoon, the crossroads of hundreds of roads and tracks. Long ago it was a bustling metropolis, but during the War of Transgression, it was abandoned.]

[Today, it is a warzone.]

[Sanctum soldiers unload streams of ammunition at sabotaged and diverted trains, behind which terrified former residents of Bodhum village cower. The Purge has begun, and contrary to the Primarch's recorded statements, these 'brave' citizens are not being relocated to Pulse. They are being slaughtered.]

[Across a rubble-strewn highway, a group of youths fight back, spraying gunfire at the soldiers from behind hastily-erected barricades. The paramilitary organization, the youth group, NORA, consisting of Gadot, Lebreau, and Maqui --]

[Uh, no. Today, it consisted of Serah, Shadow, and Espio. Who had each been conveniently dumped into one of those three's shoes.]

[And the rest of their clothing as well.]

[Time Compression... could have a strange sense of humor.]
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[This has been a profitable afternoon.

If by profitable you mean 'full of cats and catching them'.

Greece and Nepeta are returning to the Garden from their raid on town, cats and kittens alike either stowed away in huge cloth shopping-bags or under their clothes -- Greece's pockets especially are full of them.

But now they have to deal with the problem of hiding them all. Neither Greece nor Nepeta want to put them back where they came from, nor do they have the living space necessary to keep all the kitties happy.

Help a cat-lover out, would you?]

(OOC: Exactly what it sounds like. You can run into either Greece or Nepeta around campus, looking for spare rooms, and they'll try to give you a cat or three! Instructor-types will be distracted by Nepeta foaming at the mouth or something while Greece gets the fuck out of there with the payload.

Instructors who are trustworthy and want cats will only get foamed at for a couple of minutes :Db)
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[He had no idea how long he'd been trapped in there, but thank god he was allowed out now. He had no idea what had caused him to get such an icky and debilitating disease but he was just praying and hoping he'd never have to deal with that ever again.

He reveled in the fresh air swamping around his nostrils. He moved towards his room, not that he could really call it that after not really spending much time there. He wanted to see everyone too.

He moves through the quad, he took his time, taking in the scenery again after such a long time. He smiles to himself and sits down on the bench he had the first time he'd come to the quad. He sighs and looks out over the quad.]

I should probably go and see Snow and Vanille and Serah... they were probably worried.

[He spoke aloud, not really taking much action on his words except to swing his feet lightly.]
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[Not wanting to suck the life out of the quad and not feeling up to training, Snow had found himself a seat on one of the raised planters that held a few small trees and some decorative plants, out past the ID checkpoint in the landscaped area. There he sat, hands on his knees, head bowed, and thought.]

[In his right hand, he held a crystal.]

[As far as he knew... he had lost a sister. And he was amazed how much it hurt.]
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[It has to be said that when Espio decides to do something, he really does put the effort in and actually achieve some kind of result. Even when it's something that some might expect the lizard to find pointless - music, in this case.

Despite the fuss certain people had put up - ahem, Seifer - the last time he had tried this, the chameleon is currently practicing guitar in the Quad again. This time, he's producing something that actually sounds like music, though it does still consist entirely of chords.

He could probably have progressed further if he'd allocated more time to practice, but hey...

He's focusing pretty hard on the sheets of paper in front of him as he practices - it wouldn't take much to throw him off and annoy him.
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[Stares up at the ceiling of his room, quietly contemplating about how to use his time in Garden better, when suddenly the whiteness of the ceiling starts to fade, and there is a lurch in his gut as everything around him becomes nothing but a swirl. There's constant falling until he hits a surface, loud footsteps getting closer to his proximity.

Stands up and's...]


[She tells him she needs help, that some experiment went wrong. His eyes widen, realizing what was happening.

There's no hesitation as he takes her hand and starts running with her.]

'Maria...I have to save Maria!'

(ooc: feel free to get pushed aside by him! He won't know you're there until someone speaks up! I'll wait until everyone has commented before continuing!)
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[ OOC~ Backdated to... a reasonable amount of time before the 'home' event start!

Regardless of the rather strange act of making sure to sneak in without anyone noticing at first, Claire Farron has now decided that she won't be hard to find any more- at least for now. There's a very distinctive, pink-haired presence around Balamb Garden again, and though most of what she's up to currently - making sure her rooms are in order, going through any changes that have taken place since her last visit before missions... make no mistake. The school's latest new Instructor is definitely eying up wandering students and anyone else who happens to pass her by as well.

And she's obviously, almost painfully tense, looking very severe in her dark, form-fitting clothing as she stalks the lobby, dorm, and classroom areas with broody purpose and a stack of various folders in-hand. Every time she bothers to take pause, her arms are crossed, posture stiff. Yes, she knows perfectly well that they are around here somewhere, and the idea that they've been allowed to teach and train here makes her blood boil. Time has done very little to fade the dark feelings she has towards the cursed Pulse l'Cie from her home.

Although "Lightning" won't really object to others coming to talk to her too, her sharpness is palpable- when it comes down to it, she knows that either she will find them... or they will find her. It's just a matter of when... and she might as well get it over with, in addition to 'greeting' those she'll be spending time near from here on in general. ]


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