idkmybffdeathscythe: ([Confident] Whatever it is I'm your man)
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It's been a while. Nice to see the tech's made some improvements since I've been gone. Those old terminals were a pain. This laptop's a piece of junk, but at least I can take it with me.

Heard there's a bunch of new people since I left. Sounds like an excuse to party if you ask me. Anyone got any bright ideas?

While I'm at it, is there anyone I know left around this joint? You'll be happy to know I didn't go make a fool of myself in the training center this time. Damn dinosaurs.


[It's true. He's not going to go "prove himself" in the training center this time... at least not yet. Not without some magic under his belt anyway and maybe a weapon (or three) at least. Instead he's prowling around pretty much everywhere but the training center trying to see what all has changed since he saw it last. Feel free to bump into him anywhere. He's got his papers in hand so anyone can probably figure out he's new even if they're not familiar with him.]

Can't believe it's been about six months. This time compression stuff is still nuts.
laughafterme: (Pinkie: SO MUCH FUN!)
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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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[It had been way too long since Cissie had last stepped in here. Between classes and her recovering from her subsequent mental breakdown, it just hadn't been worth the effort! Plus, she hadn't even been trained in this world's "proper" weapons. Apparently, the very idea of using arrows and a bow in battle was old-fashioned? And she needed to upgrade to a Blaster Edge?

It'd taken Cissie a while to wrap her head around that notion, so she'd borrowed a Blaster Edge (and a manual!) from the WTR classroom and created a make-shift target range in a corner of the Center.

Although she's not very good at using a Blaster Edge, one's gotta give her points for trying. Just incase, she's kept her bow and arrows nearby. Training so far looks pretty good---

Except she aimed a little too far and shot a nearby (and ridiculously tall and thick) tree with her Blaster Edge. Multiple times. Cissie groans, watching the tree topple over before the Blaster Edge's projectile returns to her.]
Maybe I should give this thing a rest for today.
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I've tried asking the teachers this already, but it looks like I'll need tutors this Quarter. Again. Not for languages this time - unless any of you know Japanese - but for actual classes I'm taking this Quarter, like Boxing, Survival Skills, and the "age appropriate" math classes I've been forced to take.

If anyone's interested, let me know. I'll pay you well in something, even if it isn't in cash.

- Damian

[Sometime later today, after he's made his BBS post, Damian's chilling in the Quad underneath a shady tree. (There's even a banner for "VOTE AANG FOR HOMECOMING PRINCE" over his head.) He's got a math textbook on his lap and a pencil in his hand as he's attempting to do math homework. Judging by the amount of eraser shavings, it looks like he's struggling a little bit... with basic 7th grade math.

There's also an old-fashioned (by Damian's standards) phone lying a little to his side, but it's not immediately obvious until someone's sitting next to him. As it is, he's not really aware it's there. After a moment, he hits the back of the tree in frustration... and immediately sticks his hand in his mouth. Right. Some things just can't be solved with violence.]
redcinemareel: (Grell: Solemn)
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[Sitting in an isolated place in the Garden, somewhere away from just about everyone, is Grell beneath a tree. She's holding a stuffed animal in her hands, looking at it. Knowing who gave it to her. Who is no longer here.

Never has Grell looked so...lost. She sighs and leans back against a tree, hugging the plush toy close.] it even worth making connections anymore?
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[Make a mental note you dumbass, trees seem a lot less high up when you're on the ground, once you're in the bloody thing it's a different story.]

[You're Tavros, and you are now stuck in a tree on campus. You've been up there for probably 3 hours now, trying not to look at the ground, trying to look like you WANT to be up there for the rest of your life. You're cool, everything is cool. You never look near the ground, ever....

Ever ever ever. But, that is because winners never look down, they just look up, to the amazing goals they have set in the future. Yeah, and that shaking in your hands? That's just from anticipation. Of course.]
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Best food ever. What do you think it is? Do you know how to make it? I think the Garden Festival Committee should have a food festival. Everyone who agrees, reply here. They have to do it if enough people want it and it's not against Garden rules, right?
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[Aah, isn't it a glorious day!? The sun is shining, the sea is... full of salty sea-goodness, and not a single enemy bird in sight!

Yeah, it's not every day you cross some odd threshold where an infinite number of realities suddenly and inexplicably converge, and you're left standing in some guy's office with a piece of paper in your hands telling you how awesome and amazing you are with a faceless wonder asking you questions about your personal life.

Seriously, cabbages are a sensitive subject, okay?

But enough about that. Once everything's said and done and he's arranged his things in his dorm (which really means dumping them in a heap on his bed and sauntering right back out of there), Sokka's first aim - since he's been informed classes aren't until the day after tomorrow - is to hit that Training Center he's heard about. Because quite honestly, there's only one way to get over being separated from your friends and main squeeze without any warning.

And that's to throw pointy objects at strange foreign creatures and hope something lands.

Except, well... when he exits the dorm hall? He'll discover that the cafeteria is practically right next door to the dormitories. And if disguising himself as the shortest, skimpiest prison guard ever has taught him anything... cafeteria means FOOD! Probably limp, wilted and shriveled lumps of what could barely pass for edible, but at this point, he's willing to take that chance.

Sinking his boomerang into something can wait a few more minutes. Right?

Well... at least they think I'm a cool dude. That counts for something!

( ooc: So yeah! Feel free to run into him in the dormitory area, cafeteria, training center - or the corridors leading to any of them! And if your name happens to be DAVE STRIDER... well, first of all, I'm sorry. Deeply sorry. Second of all, welcome to your new roommate~. 8] )
redcinemareel: (Grell: Hand Sign of Coolness 2)
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[Grell, sporting a cute hoodie with a black skirt and black heels, is everywhere you are, passing out some flyers. She could only make so many color copies, so these were in black and white. Color flyers are in hallways! ADMIRE THEM! She has one flyer as a type of picketing poster.

Yes, it's on a stick.

A flyer comes into your vision!]

Vote GRELL SUTCLIFF for Homecoming Princess! [Grins]
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Anyone heading into town? I know classes just started, but I was wondering if someone could grab something for me next time they head into town. (Don't worry, I've got the money, I just need someone to run the actual errand for me.)

I'm in room B203, so let me know if you can help.

Thanks! :)

- Cissie

[Ever since the home event, Cissie's become a total recluse. Only leaving her room for meals - and even then, it wasn't voluntary half of the time - and the occasional "study session," room B203 had become a total mess in the meantime. Or at least, Cissie's portion of the area had been.

Case in point? There seems to be a dreary green stench coming from the room and making its presence known on the first floor. Thanks to the door being open, it's obvious that the stench is coming from there - and there alone.

... Getting to B203 might be an adventure in itself, if the weird green color from that door's any indication.]
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If anyone is interested, I have prepared some snacks and tea. I will have them set up in the Quad, so please feel free to stop by.

- Japan

[And he will be in the Quad in his black military uniform, snacks set out on display. They are all as Japanese as he could possibly get with stuff from town. They definitely look nice! And if Japanese cuisine is something you enjoy, it should be a nice change from the selection in the cafeteria. You might spot him passing some out, or offering some with a bow, or enjoying a cup of tea himself.]
moirailcompass: (on that feline beat)
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[So usually when a nice person warns you about not going into a place because it is forested and full of dangerous animals that will try to eat you, people tend to listen no?

Nepeta not so much. To her credit, she waited a while so that she could recover a bit, but she was mostly a walking bruise underneath her baggy clothing and oversized jacket. Pretty much everything Duo had said when he described the training center were things that appealed to her. Forest, shrubbery, wildlife--she was a girl who had been more or less raised herself in the wild and had hunted for animals much, much larger than herself. The training center sounded like heaven in comparison to the rest of the crowded and overly bright Garden.

It was so strange. She always use to love meeting new people, but this was the first time she'd ever actually had to face so many strangers at once and it was rather unnerving. Her life had been a mostly solitary one, and while she didn't mean to avoid people she just...thought she needed some time alone right now. She fully intended to return to her dorm every now and then, if only because of how fond she was of Ronnae, but right now?

Nepeta was looking for a cave to live in. This was probably against the rules of this place but screw the rules. How would they know?

She paused, hearing a wrestle behind her. Was that one of the monsters she had been warned about? Her claws extended in preparation and she gave the air a sniff before relaxing. No, not a monster. It was a person.]

((ooc; mostly for john-mun but if anyone else wants to hit Nepeta up, you are welcome! Just a heads up that she'll like be cagey/avoidant of strangers right now.))
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[Standing in one of the hallways is a kind of funny looking kid. He's short and stocky with a ridiculous mop of inky black hair that looks like it hasn't been combed in weeks, but that's far from the strangest thing about him. Protruding from the mop of hair are a pair of orange-gradiented horns for starters, and the skin they protrude from is greyed and somewhat leathery. His eyes are yellow and his teeth are sharp and he... pretty much looks pissed off at everything.]

[Don't worry, that's normal.]

So let's pretend for half of a fucking miniscule human time measurement that I give one iota of a fuck about this place, and assume that I want to figure out where the fuck my dorm is.

[He glowers at the piece of paper in his hand.]

Would one of you useless pink monkeys like to point me in the direction of A201?

[[ooc; tags when i'm back from a thing.]]
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time compression pretty much sucks the most out of anything that has ever sucked before.
like more than betty crocker and peanuts and stupid imps combined.

...jade? dave?
are you guys still here? i
i think i really need to talk to you guys
i'm in room A213


[And this is his room. This part is locked to Jade, Dave, Japan and maybe also Marco if he wants to visit John.

John who has just come into his room after using the computer terminal to make his message. He doesn't look like he's had a good week, specially with that huge stain of blood covering the front and back of his shirt.

He just kind of walks straight to his room and shuts the door.]
moirailcompass: (who tried to sing)
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[It had been a while since Nepeta had been brought to this world. In all honesty she was not sure she could say how long it had been, something bordering a month if she had to venture a guess. A month full of a lot of time spent in the hospital, recovering from the brutal beating that Gamzee had given her, a month spent trying and failing to come to terms with the death of her moirail, and a month full of questions and paperwork by humans urging her to come to this strange place.

It really was enough to send any troll's head reeling, especially one so young as her. She wanted to get back up on her feet, she wanted to try and move on and make the best of her situation, but it was so hard to do when she couldn't even get herself oriented. She had always been the cheerful one amongst her group, the one others came to when they needed to get something off their chest but that was because she had always had Equius by her side. It wasn't even so much as what he did, as was just his presence that helped her stay strong through all their troubles but now he was gone, she was mysteriously in some world inhabited by humans, and no other troll in sight.

She had just come from a meeting where she had been told the rules of this place, and where she would be staying, but after that she'd been left to her own devices. At first it had seemed like a refreshing idea, it seemed she had not been allowed much time for peace of mind since she arrived in this world but now as she stood awkwardly in the lobby, watching people walking to and fro from whatever destinations she had in mind it didn't seem quite so grand.]

((ooc; no one saw that...sob))
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So far, that's all you hear as you pass a certain table in the library. Here, you'd chance upon a certain reaper and her ermine pouring over books. Mountains of books, it seems and on almost every topic imaginable but mostly on the areas surrounding Balamb.

There isn't a word exchanged between reaper and scythe except for the occasional "You think this is it?" "I dunno" and "I think we're on to something". Ras seems to have a bit of a time, though, trying to keep his balance on his hind legs while propped on a chair. His tiny forepaws flip through a thick book earnestly best they can and he takes care not to rip any pages with his claws.

"Uh... Shin..." he suddenly mutters.

There is a crash as the ermine teeters off the books he was "sitting" on and falls to the ground.
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[The arrival and the letter had been strange enough to deal with. But Japan adapted. Classes? He could try this sort of thing while being wary of any danger. Of course he wondered what was happening back home, but the present always held a certain importance. He was perfectly fine with looking around the garden in order to learn more about this place.

...But, where was he, exactly?

WELL. Japan is lost. Wherever your character might be, feel free to have him be there, looking utterly confused and trying to figure out just where he is on his own. Maybe he stumbles into your character, quite literally, or just winds up where he really shouldn't be... Anything's fine!

ooc: Backdated to before the event!]
worthyheir: ([Robin] Fuck you)
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[The acceptance letter's still in a crumbled heap in his left hand as he storms into the lobby. Damian had read it about four times and had memorized every word. And rather than quell him, it had the opposite effect. In fact, the reason he was in the lobby at all was to bash some heads in until someone gave some real answers--answers he wanted to hear.

As if he would actually attend this glorified boarding school.

The mere thought that someone thought he would simply roll over on the issue sent him into another fit of rage. He raises the crowbar he'd been clutching in his right hand and strikes the air with it. Several drops of the Joker's blood, which the tool is coated in, hits the floor. But hitting air didn't satisfy him in the slightest.]

Send me home immediately! I refuse to have any part in this foolishness!

[OOC Note: Since Damian was taken from Gotham as he was beating the crap out of the Joker with a crowbar, the Joker's blood is all over that bad boy. Though Damian is blissfully unaware, the blood on the crowbar has actually been mixed with Joker toxin, which in effect does this to its unsuspecting victim.

So basically if you choose to have your character approach Damian, know that your character has the potential to get hit with this toxin. It only effects skin contact, so if the blood hits clothing there won't be any effect (Damian's costume has splatters of it too, for that matter). You can totally have your character be unaffected by it if you so choose (either by staying a safe distance from the crazy ninja child with the crowbar or by assuming the blood will only hit their clothes, or however you want to do it), but if you want to have them be affected I thought that might lead to some interesting CR. Damian has the antidote on him in his utility belt and he will use it on anyone who winds up being affected (unless you piss him off first then it might take some guilting by a third party before he does it).]
neutralchaotic: (Shadow: determined frown)
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[Sent before Shadow leaves for Winhill]


I'll just get right to the point.

The punishments in place here at Balamb Garden are laughable. A lot of cadets, and yes, even SeeDs, break or have broken serious rules set in place for their protection. However, there is no discrimination on the severity of the misconduct and the default punishments are detention or punishment tours.

I doubt either would suffice to actually teach a lesson that rules are in place for a reason.

I've come up with a list of possible other punishments suitable for cadets, and possibly SeeDs.

Suggestions )
**Notes will be added as suggestions come along**

Again, these are only suggestions. Constructive criticism and opinions would be appreciated. As a note, while this post is aimed for the Headmaster, Commander Leonhart, faculty, instructors, and SeeDs, it is not limited to just them. All input will be welcomed.

SeeD #83425


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