[BBS] [06]

Oct. 26th, 2011 06:53 pm
[identity profile] greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com
Max and Megan are gone. They've been gone for a few days, but I wasn't sure if they were gone-gone or just out doing something.

--Rikku
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
[ 'Troublemakers are free to roam...'

And yet, Garden's most notorious is remarkable only in her absence. No graffitti, no saran wrap on toilet seats, no firecrackers tied to doorknobs. If you step out of the grand hall, though, and follow the muffled, rythmic sounds of a gun being fired, you'll find her in the WTR-301 classroom, putting lead in practice targets. Her form is slightly off--she's going to give herself a sore arm if she doesn't change that--but the basics are there and her aim is brutal. The metal is warm in her hands, and with the protective headgear muffling the noise, all she had to focus on is the steady beat of recoil. Blam, blam, blam, click. Reload.

She doesn't want to think about loss; this is the gun that her father used. She stuck a gun just like this in a man's mouth, once, when he threatened her. (It's a good memory. Sort of.) She wants to make friends with this gun. Gokudera's gone, and when she thinks that probably no one realized but her she gets pissed off, but that's the truth and she's going to have to bust her own ass this semester if she wants to stay, after failing two classes last time. He won't be here to nag her into homework. She briefly wonders about just leaving Garden and touring; now that she has No-Time back, it would be simple. A long, long walk. But then faces spring to mind, and what if No-Time was gone, and she was looking forward to that one class...it's just easier, she tells herself. It's just easier to stay.

Blam, click, reload. Got nothing better to do? Come bug her--just don't sneak up on her, she's in a mood, has a loaded weapon and less than zero qualms on using it. ]
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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 Ballroom cheerily decorated 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 Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The dance will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.


[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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[personal profile] swagneto
If you were not affected by Time Compression's latest stunt, then disregard this message. I assume you have nothing of interest to offer me.

The remainder of those who have unfortunately been affected, I would like to speak with you, either via message or in person if you so prefer. Particularly, I'm interested in whether or not you've showed a distinct lack of powers beforehand.

Those of you who have had prior abilities can rest easy. I have no desire to round you up for identification.

Erik Lehnsherr

[ BBS ]

Sep. 25th, 2011 05:54 am
[identity profile] bentbowarcher.livejournal.com
D --> I have noticed humans with bits of metal and stone dangling from their hearing sponges
D --> What are these things, and what are their purpose
D --> Are they as purely decorative as they seem
D --> And if so, where can I procure some
D --> I am a wild rebel and I cannot be tamed
[identity profile] stabwalkstab.livejournal.com
heh
so i finally get back and it's already finals
fucking shame
guess i'll just have to look forward to all your suffering next term

anyway
the name's spades slick
i teach intermediate blunt weapons training and drama
and you'd better believe they're gonna be tough
i ain't your babysitter
so if you're gonna be a pansy and start blubbering at a little pain you better stay the fuck out of my classes

but if you aren't completely fucking incompetent
i guess maybe we can get along

[bbs]

Sep. 4th, 2011 11:15 am
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
guess who talked nida into flying us to the gd beach next weekend???

yeah thats right bitches, you can all start bowing to my awesomeness now

whoever wants can come i guess, but im not taking care of jack all for you so bring your own towels and tents and food and shit, if you starve or die from jellyfish poison i dont care im not taking responsibility

i guess there can be beach ball (lame!!!!) and fireworks and shit, someone can handle music (it better be good tho)

wtv im bad at organizing, just tell me if youre coming or not
[identity profile] easilytriggered.livejournal.com
[In some slightly off-the-beaten-path part of the quad today, there is a giant pie, and by giant, you could say that several grown men could fit inside of it comfortably--it is, however, oozing apple filling and not... blood or something else onto the grass, so perhaps that's a comforting thought. On top of said pie, there's a rather odd assortment of other baked goods: muffins, strudals, loaves of bread, cookies...

It's a surprisingly expansive list! The odd thing about the pile, however, is how nothing appears to be of the normal size; everything is either too big or too small. There are doughnut holes larger than your head, and yet, at the same time, there are cinnamon rolls you could fit on a fingernail.

Well, at least they taste good? If you're brave enough to try one at least.

Oh, right, there's also a guy seated a few feet behind the giant pile of baked goods, leaning against the base of a tree. He appears to be surveying the stack with mild interest as he munches on a cookie the size of a hubcap.
]
[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.]
[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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[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] notinvisobill.livejournal.com
[Danny's reading through the letter he received upon arrival, though the doesn't look very concerned by it. At best? It's some stupid prank thing by Vlad.

At worst? It's true and he just needs to find that stupid Infi-map to get home.
]

Come on, who actually is going to believe this garbage about space-time compression...

[Excuse him while he mutters to himself some more. And throws the letter behind him.]
[personal profile] redcinemareel
(ooc: backdating the BBS part to Friday! Action for today [Saturday])

CALLING ALL GIRLS!


Flyer embedded into the post + PM )


[Grell can be found in her room, humming softly. The door is wide open as she prepares for guests! Yes, she is wearing that outfit in the picture to Girls Night. Ears and tails. Because she can. There are healthy snacks: veggies, fruits, dipping sauces, cheese, sparkling water, regular water. And for once, her room didn't look like her closet vomited. There are also a whole bunch of blue paper roses pinned to the ceiling by strings. Not a red one in sight.]
[identity profile] ohsoschway.livejournal.com
[Being a newbie, Max is up to a few things as she begins to settle and familiarize herself with everything... She's already gotten over the shock of being pulled into a world that pretty much reminds her of a video game, but still. All new stuff. At least the tech looks pretty schway.]


Sequence A

[Max has just arrived in the Garden and is leaning against a wall near/in the Lobby. This is being done not out of shocked as when she first arrived in this world, but in an attempt to muse through her thoughts as she reread the letter in her hands. Still pretty glitchy, getting transported to another world, but whatever. Worst things have happened. So much worse.

After a moment, she pushes off the wall and goes to the Directory and ... What's that thing she put near it? It looks like a some phone or someth-- Is she hacking through the directory?! Well ... technically there's not a rule against it she's seen. So much easier to carry it around with her, rather than refer back to something, right?

...yeah, no, she's not gonna stop at just the directory.]



Sequence B

[Hallways to the dorms! Max knows she has a dorm (B209) around here somewhere -- shared with someone she has come to find out since the events of Sequence A -- and is taking a slow stroll through the halls to get acquainted with the area, papers and stuff in hand. Including a device that looks like a smartphone.

Man... there seems to be a lot of glitter drenched posters about. Something to do with a homecoming she heard something about? Talk about back to high school days. :| Interrupt her while she gets a closer look at one?]
[identity profile] turnip-rage.livejournal.com
So, given that we off-worlders are here against our will, it's completely understandable that most of us want nothing more than to go home. You know - back to our friends, families and stuff. And enemies, I guess.

Some of us get that wish, but it's just as unpredictable as us arriving here in the first place.

But not all of us want to go home. Right?

Or am I alone, here? Gotta say, the idea of being around people who'd ditch you without blinking is a little uncomfortable when you think about it.
[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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