[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
i WAS WRONG, iN THAT, i UHH, cAN'T, dO ANYTHING,
hELP, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG, i WAS WRONG,
sCHOOL HALLWAY,
wATER, eVERYWHERE,
mEN'S ROOM, aS IN THE REST ROOM, oR RATHER LAVATORY, wHATEVER YOU WOULD COMMONLY CALL IT,
bROKEN SINK,
oH GOD,
sOS,
lAD'S i'M IN A BIT OF JAM,


[One laptop later he manages to get that message out, but don't expect there to be any response because he's completely ruined the laptop after sending it, already having smashed it to hell trying to open and type on it. But from it? You get that he was wrong, and boy, he was fucking wrong. He does not have the experience to deal with this strength. Equius has had sweeps, honing it to where he can handle it, making it so he didn't completely destroy everything he touched. No, Tavros got all that strength in barely any time and he has found that he can't do anything. He nearly snapped off his horn this morning, leaving a noticeable crack in it but it still fully intact, thank god. Not to mention he's broken pretty much, every, single, thing, he's touched.]

[He finally managed to get out of his apartment after missing a class from fretting and he's been a stuttering mess, trying not to talk to anyone unless he has to. This bathroom was his savior after he broke the banister for a stair way and he quickly made his way in, taking in a deep breath before ripping off a stall door and then managing to completely crack and smash two entire sinks along with the counters they were part off.]

[If you walk by the bathroom in the hallway, there's probably water leaking from the bathroom at an alarming rate and that water has completely flooded the bathroom from the two broken sinks. In the middle of the bathroom is a crouching down Tavros, surrounded by orange water, laptop keys that had popped out of his computer (which is floating around somewhere), hands inches from his head as if wanting to hold the sides but thankfully he's remembered that that might be a horrible idea. Oh, and did I forget to mention he's kind of crying? Yeah, the whole almost killing himself by accident and then ruining everything he's touching thing is really hitting hard. The bruises all over his arms and hands covered in bandages could tell you that though too. Though the bandages are pretty much gone now after having smashed the sinks with his bare hands, there's a good amount of orange blood running from his fingers and tinting the water around him.]


Oh d-d-d-d-dear g-g-god..
uhhhh: (not sure if want)
[personal profile] uhhhh
oKAY,
sO WHILE THIS IS NOT, eXACTLY, hOW I EXPECTED THE GAME TO GO, aND i'M PRETTY MUCH POSITIVE THIS ISN'T EVEN THE GAME ANYMORE,
i GUESS IT'S NOT SO BAD, aLL THINGS CONSIDERING,
eVEN THOUGH I WAS PRETTY EXCITED, tO DO ALL OF THE THINGS, tHAT THE GAME WOULD, uHHH, hAVE YOU DO,
bUT I GUESS, iN A WAY, iT'S SORT OF A RELIEF, sOMEHOW,
aNYWAY,
iT'S LIKELY, tHAT THERE ARE OTHERS HERE i'VE NEVER MET,
sINCE MAYBE YOU WERE AFFECTED BY, tIME BUSINESS, wHICH i DON'T ENTIRELY UNDERSTAND,
kIND OF LIKE, hOW i DON'T UNDERSTAND A LOT OF THE THINGS, i SEE HERE,
uHHHHH, wOW, yEAH,
i JUST GOT MORE CONFUSED, bY THINKING ABOUT IT,

sOOOO,
i GUESS i'LL JUST SUBMIT THIS NOW,


========

[[Soooo after that entry, Tavros just decided he was going to wheel himself around to do a bit of exploring. He'll spend the most of this time in the quad, so that's likely where one would be able to find him doing any number of little things, like checking up on the bbs or something. Not much. He is entirely approachable if you're not scared of him or anything.]]
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[Look at all these trolls posts, I'm falling down all of them, seriously. Homestuck, Homestuck, Homestuck.]

[But no seriously, someone is having some troubles, he's practically a one man demolition team but you might not notice right away since he spent most of his day in his apartment trying to get used to the fact that he could could lift his couch. Seriously, holy, glubbing, carp. Anyways, fish puns aside, he's finally decided to venture out, which means almost ripping his door off the hinges after accidentally ripping off the toilet seat and rippping 4 of his shirts before managing to get one on.... FINALLY heading over to the main building now.]

[His entrance probably would go unnoticed ...if, he hadn't shut that glass panel door so hard that the entire thing shattered behind him, causing him to jump and turn around, shrugging his head into his shoulders as he stares wide eyed at the shattered door behind him.]


Oh...

Well blimey...
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
[Equius felt a little off all day. There was just some minor detail about his day that was just a bit irregular, but no matter how hard he puzzled, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was confounding, but if he couldn't figure it out, it must not have been too important, right?]

[Perhaps he just needed to eat something.]

[Depositing his things at a table (gosh, he hadn't realized how heavy all those books were until he wasn't carrying them anymore), he got in line and filled his tray with as much food and as many milk cartons as it could hold, as per usual, then sat back down at the table. It wasn't until he was half-way finished that it hit him.]

[He was getting full. He'd gone through three milk cartons without crushing a single one. His silverware was completely intact. Doors hadn't slammed behind him all day. He'd only broken one or two pencils, as opposed to two per class. His books were heavy.]

[His STRENGTH was gone.]

[And he wasn't near as sweaty as he felt he should be for coming to such a startling realization]

[He's just going to stare blankly at his food and try not to panic now]
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[Soooo, everything kinda sucks right about now, to be honest there's nothing he can really do about it, besides mope and be over dramatic. He doesn't have jack shit here to help him mull things over, Terezi isn't the right Terezi, Vriska isn't the same Vriska, Gamzee isn't the same Gamzee, so there's really no talking through anything right now. Best response? Be as quiet and solitary as he can possibly manage. Which means being extremely scarce. He hasn't even CONSIDERED the BBS for hours which is... kind of weird for him, he's usually lurking on their nonstop. And not to mention he hasn't spoken a word to anyone since the little gossip column got put up.]

[He does need to get out once though, and makes his way to the library to try and find SOMETHING to stop thinking, anything. He'd putz around on the internet if he didn't constantly get reminded by everything on there about...]

[No, stopping that train of thought. He moves through the halls with a slow stride, silent, eyes mostly to the ground ahead of him and when he gets to the library he does his best to immediately get out sight of anyone he sees. No talking, no smiling, no bothering, just... there. And hopefully no one will even notice that he's there either.]


Damnit Terezi, where's a gal like you at a time like this.

[He mutters under his breath with a sigh before starting his search for a book, any book to help... anything.]
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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] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[There's really no words to describe just how soar and tired he and his body both are. Everything from the waist up is... a war zone. His arms, chest, neck, completely covered in scratches and teeth marks so deep the scaring probably won't go away easily, and not even gonna mention that special carved symbol on his chest... Let's just say his entire upper body except his face and hands is wrapped in bandages right now, wrists to his whole neck, and he's even got a long sleeve shirt on under his school jacket instead of a short sleeved one.]

[He walks through the halls with a rather slouched posture, very different from his usual cocky one and he occasionally seems to stop and flinch, holding a hand by his torso, near where his broken rib is, only to suck it up and continue going, holding his bag under one of his arms, not using the strap right now because dear god that would hurt.]

[More hall wondering, and eventually he makes it to the quad and sits down with a sigh, opening his laptop and taking out one of his text books.]


[BBS]

aIGHT,
uHHH,
hOW LONG DOES IT TAKE BONES TO HEAL,


[OOC: Feel free to bug him at any point in time during this, hallway to bench~]

[ BBS ]

Jul. 28th, 2011 09:43 pm
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
D --> Why are classes cancelled at the end of the week
D --> This is 100dicrious
D --> Two of my favorite classes are covering topi% that I partic001arly enjoy
D --> And you are cancelling them
D --> This is an outrage
D --> I am furious
D --> I would rather attend class than this f001ish carnival hullaba100
[identity profile] hindsight2fold.livejournal.com
[Sollux is simply wandering around looking for a crowded place and someone he can ask for help. He doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know how he knows where he is, cause last time he checked he hadn't really learned how to smell colors yet like Terezi had, but right now he has a vague idea of his surroundings, however blurry and poorly formed they may be and he can "see" well enough to know he's not back in the veil anymore. He's carrying his letter in his hand, but he can't actually see the words on the paper in order to read them.]

Right, give the letter to the blind troll. That makes a lot of sense.

[He grumbles to himself. He's just going to keep wandering around grousing until he can work up the nerve to ask someone for help.]
eggplantallergy: (Gakupo: oh rly?)
[personal profile] eggplantallergy
[Gakupo must be getting better at video entries, because here comes another one! He's holding a notebook, as usual, and smiling.]

Greetings! This is your GFC leader with a new flash! We will be holding a Date Auction the weekend before Homecoming! So that's about a week from now! Various members of our student body, and maybe even some instructors, will be auctioned off for dates! All proceeds will go towards the Centra Orphanage!

For those of you interested in being auctioned off, please drop off your name on a piece of paper at the table in the quad. One submission per person, please! There will be GFC members with a box to submit names! For those of you interested in getting a great date, then save up your money!

[He looks seriously into the camera, a kind of dark shadow over his face.] It is discouraged for one to put in their friend's name into the box without their expressed permission. [He's not outright saying not to do it, though.]

Please come out and support the GFC with this event! [Back to smiling] The more participation, the better we can make this year's Homecoming events! [Fist pump! C'mon guys! Get excited!] If you have any questions, feel free to leave them on this post!

[Checks his notebook and nods firmly.] Yep, I think that's it! [Closes it and looks to the lens.] Have a great day, everyone! Until next time! [Leans forward to turn off the camera.


Gakupo stands in the quad with a box on a table, studying for that language class.]



(edit: fixed the part about where funds go!)
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
a FEW THINGS,
gO DIE IN A FIRE, sTRIDER,
tHAT'S TO dAVE sTRIDER MIND YOU,
vRISKA, wHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN,
eQUIUS, i SNUCK INTO YOUR APARTMENT AND,
i PUT ONE THING IN MY TOILET AND THEN PUT IT,
uHHH,
bACK WHERE IT WAS IN YOUR APARTMENT,
bUT i'M NOT TELLING YOU WANT IT WAS,

aND rOSE,
i NEED TO TALK TO YOU BABY,
dROP ME A LINE,


[Minding his own business in some bushes near his dorm complex, laptop on his lap as he sits and types.]
[identity profile] mashespotatoes.livejournal.com
[at least the letter was fairly self-explanatory. If you could call that self-explanatory. whatever. At this present moment, you can find Germany wandering around. Well, not like he's lost but let's say like he's just trying to get the lay of the land. Learn his way around.

Okay, and yeah, he's lost.

Anyway feel free to run into him wherever is convenient! If your character is doing anything really unapt of a cadet feel free to assume you're being judged. A little. Maybe a lot. Your discretion.]


[BBS Post]

So this is some kind of mass forum system?
tortileghostwriter: (goddammit eridan)
[personal profile] tortileghostwriter
[New post on the network! New ID, new typing form...might ping some of you.]

i will readily admit that being pulled from a null universe doomed to be yet another footnote in the annals of paradox space and into whatever dimension that this school occupies was quite felicitous indeed
and i suppose that i owe our ever so gracious hosts some credit in that regard
however
i have business to attend to in the incipisphere
and i will simply not be kept from it
so i believe that my first order of business will be to find a way to reverse whatever process snatched me away from the land of crystal and mirage
and proceed to aggrieve aggress and attack
until i have stolen away the secrets that balamb garden has to hide
as i said to strider once before
lets rock the fucking house



[On the action side of things, have a kid who looks...a lot like Dave Strider? Sitting under a tree on the quad, reading a book and looking pissed. OVERDRAMATIC? A LITTLE. But seriously he'll get to the bottom of this shit. "Time compression"? Of all the...those scientists that letter mentioned had better work fast. Is it you, or did his shadow just start moving...?]
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[At exactly 1000, actually kids, this isn't scheduled. But hey, listen up, it's announcement time.]



Hey hey hey girls and boys, ladies and gentleblokes, or men, whatever ya fancy. Just wanted to put a real horrorshow shout out so get your audio ports open and simmer down. This is about that little homecoming bash, you know the one, it's getting some chaps real ape and real polly, but there's a little problem I gotta shine the light on.

Seems your boy Tavros some how got his name on that there list of candidates for Princedom and I gotta say, he has no mind to look for votes, so ya'll gotta suck it up and hold back those graphites. No votes for your dear Nitram, got that? He's got no interest.

So why don't ya let the sweat master 5000, our local wet rag, Equius Zahhak, duke it out with Aang for them votes and we'll be right good fellas from then on. Plus for a troll that dresses up real polly like in the frills and glitter at night, with a nice plethora of crowns and tresses for those luscious locks of his, I'd say a royal title fits Zahhak better, don't ya think? He's already prepared to be pampered silly like show filly ready for the parade. Just a word from the bird.

Oooother then that, I'll send a little chirp out to the lovely dame Lalonde, not to rattle her cage or nothing, just to show her she's got someone important swishing her about in his think pan.

So.

Meanwhile back on the ranch, that's all I gotta say on that. No votes for Nitram, just flood em over to the two other prince runner ups, or maybe just to Aang? I think Equius fits 'princess' more anyhow.

Stay classy~

[The announcement ends, and the intercom clicks off.]

[OOC: ALL RIGHT. That was an actual announcement, but, uhhh, not by your headmaster, you can easily tell by the voice and the way he speaks. After words, Tavros will be wandering the halls, so feel free to just STUMBLE on him. And that goes for people of the authority to punish him as well! SeeDs, etcetc, if you want to enact his punishment for jacking the intercom system go ahead. Otherwise, see ya 'round.]
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
[Just before noon, Equius made his way to the cafeteria, a stack of papers in one hand, a rolled up poster and tape in the other. He finds an empty spot by the door, sets down his things, then unrolls the poster, smoothing it out over the table. Once it's properly flattened out, he tapes it to the wall, revealing a rather unflattering picture of one Tavros Nitram.]

Picture cut for F Lists )
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[FUCK.]

[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.]
[identity profile] balladofgales.livejournal.com
[Did you have any kind of pottery in your room? You know... plant pots, vases, anything like that? Well, whatever you had, you quite probably don't have it anymore. Someone has systematically gone through the dorms and hurled a not insignificant amount of pottery out into the corridor outside, smashing it into teensy pieces.

...completely unrelated to this, or not, Link's on his way back to his dorm. He has found 326 gil, a small wind-up toy, a stick, and a magazine where, for some reason that's entirely beyond his understanding, all the women forgot their clothes. Rather a modest haul, really...
]
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[Well fuck.]

[Yes, that start off was completely necessary.]

[You wanna know why? Well I'll tell ya.]

[Trolls are fucking...horrible man, horrible. Tavros actually just, wants to make it through his day without see any of them, besides himself, of course, why wouldn't he want to see that gorgeous mug of his. But lately some shit has been going down, and boy, it... is pretty terrible. He might be a shining example of confidence in text, but, in person? He has every right to be acting like this.]

[And when I say like this, I mean dodging and weaving around corners of things, like, we're talking secret stealth agent and everything. Tavros is trying his best to make sure he knows what and who is around him as he makes his way from building to building, and soon, thankfully, gets into the building he needs to end up in. That takes out one threat, Vriska and her silly fucking flying shenanigans.]

[Still have to try and hide from threat two, Equius. Oh...god he does not want to run into him. Tavros just wants to get to his class, like...and hour early, but still. It's a haven, he won't have to worry about anything with a teacher right there. And god he probably looks ridiculous dodging and weaving around everything, it really is quite hard to do with those horns of his.]

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