[identity profile] outstandings.livejournal.com
[It seems like another normal afternoon for Hermione; she's in the library with a tall stack of books, various textbooks and other nonfiction publications to help aid her studies for the upcoming examinations.

She's settling down in her chair before she reaches to pick up a book to open-- but when she attempts to turn the page, the paper sticks to her finger and refuses to let go. No, really-- it's not going anywhere.

When she finally yanks her finger away from the page, the book explodes into a shower of torn up pages.]


Oh no--!

[OOC: For the event, Hermione has been granted paper manipulation powers.]
feedmyglitch: (♥ Sora: Rage... Hatred...)
[personal profile] feedmyglitch
[He doesn't seem very comfortable. In fact, he seems anything but comfortable. But he has to do this.]

Greetings, fellow students and instructors. I have... A confession to make.

[Here goes. This may not be received well.]

My name is not Sora. I myself was actually lacking a name, so I took the name of someone I share a close relationship with. Recently, a friend of his gave me my own name.

[...This is very uncomfortable. He doesn't like to admit his lies, his shortcomings, his lack of a true identity.]

I am now named Ardos. It's a pleasure to meet you once again.
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com
[Hey.

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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[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] flowerpoint.livejournal.com
[Today, all over the school, there's a girl walking around! She looks a little lost, perhaps, and like she's exploring the area, but she still has a bright smile on her face. She's also trying to initiate conversation with everyone she sees-- at the very least, she's trying to introduce herself to as many people as possible. She's aware that she will probably be spending some time here, so it can't hurt to start getting to know everyone now! Besides, there were probably a lot of interesting people around.

So! In most places of the school, Nia can be found smiling at the people that pass by, making a point to introduce herself to everyone possible. Do you want to be one of those people?]


Hello! My name is Nia.
[identity profile] doyuulikeme.livejournal.com
[There is a young boy, no older than nine or ten with dark hair and a scar running over the bridge of his nose sitting at an empty table. Before him are plates of varying foods and it all looks very delicious. In Alma's hands is a giant bottle of mayonnaise, ready to be dealt upon the poor food.

He stares down at the plates of food, standing on the chair, with a hungry and excited look in his eyes. His first target? Is a slice of cheesecake that looks fine and dandy without anything else added to it. Not that Alma seems to care. On goes the mayo~!]


[ooc; OHGAWSH i'm sorry this intro post took so late! I went on hiatus for a bit, but I'm back now~ Alma's been around for a little bit before this post so feel free to have noticed this small boy wandering around? He has a terrible love for mayo, as disgusting as it may seem.]
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
[ She's supposed to be in class.




Oops.

Oh well!

Instead, Kiden can be found the quad, enjoying the sun--yes, she actually does enjoy nice days!--and people watching. It's obvious by the constant twitching of her fingers that she's either bored or itching to be somewhere else.

She actually doesn't have a cigarette; instead, she has a large notepad open in her lap, but only half her attention is on it. In it are her WTR101 notes; it's the only class she won't skip and probably the only one she really cares about. Outlined inside are the properties of a variety of weapons, as well as sketches; they're not very good, having been made quickly, but they're clean...and noticeable.

Come bother her, she'll be grateful insult you, probably. Or find her later, if you're the instructors whose class she's skipping.... ]
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[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] lefteros.livejournal.com
[Cheese? Check.

Alcohol? Check.

Thick frying pan that isn't saganaki but seems up to the challenge? Check.

It's a bit of a godsend, really, that Greece has been able to find not only cheese suitable for saganaki, but alcohol that doesn't seem like it would taste half bad to sear it in. Of course, they're not ingredients from home, but they're close enough and they'll have to do.

Besides, he's been itching to try out that new Fire spell he's picked up from MAG 101. And what better way to do it than to try it out in his cooking? Sure, setting cheese on fire may not be the most logical of plans to some people, but that's... a little lost on Greece. The recipe does call for setting the cheese on fire.

...he may have overdone it, though. Maybe.]


That's...

[The fire alarm... wow, maybe it's a good thing he doesn't have one at home at all.]

...Iaponía, how do you shut that off?

(OOC: Greece's sort of scorched the living fuck out of that frying pan and some of the ceiling [don't... ask after the cheese, IT'S NOT CHEESE ANYMORE]. He's also set off the fire alarm in and around the Home Ec rooms. Feel free to notice the horrible wailing/smoke everywhere/burning smell/Greece and Japan's Total Lack Of Responsibility.

By the way, this is what should have happened, and this is what the end result could have been. Ah, possibilities...)
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I have another question for you, Balamb Garden. How is it you would define friendship? What is a friend? Why are they so interesting? This concept is entirely foreign to me and my kind. And yet, it would seem that I have met a few people have come to call me this. I am unsure as to my own feelings now, because before I came here, friendship was something impossible due to my own nature and the way my kind was received. Here, however, it seems that it might be a possibility. But that requires me knowing what friendship is and how it works.

I suppose this is me asking for help. Another genuinely foreign concept. It seems I am learning quite a bit here that I never would have learned back home. I wonder if this feeling that I'm experiencing right now is gratitude. Perhaps it is. So then, the proper response is to say, "Thank you." Even if you have not yet replied. Then that means I am thanking you for reading this and possibly responding. Hm, and interesting concept.

Well, then.
Thank you for reading my query and responding.
[identity profile] umathematic.livejournal.com
So who exactly are they expecting us to fight for them?




And what kind of moron thinks that soldiers need dance lessons?





[ It's not homesickness if there's nothing in Italy to miss.

The novelty of an alternate universe evaporated after the first day. Frustration and restlessness dog him like shadows, nothing he can shake. Gokudera's worn to jitters and tics, flipping a lighter over his knuckles, tapping out the beginnings of a sonata against the table every time he sits down. He's keying right-handed fingering to the second movement before he remembers himself; then his fist clenches and he hares off again, striding past students and weaving between shelves.

Loathing aches in his throat, and because Gokudera doesn't know where it's meant to go—towards himself or something outside—it flashes in scraps of temper: slamming books shut, cursing every mislaid author as he piles his collection together. Anybody who's looking for a book today might well find it already claimed. No matter the subject, something from every shelf seems to have found its way to what is, by now, a growing fort on one of the study tables.

Congratulations, Balamb Library. Hayato Gokudera has arrived and is taking over, one corner at a time. And he hasn't smoked in fourteen hours. Life is not good. ]

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