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[In order to properly distance itself from the cabin now parked on the foundations of the Centra shelter from which the structure was built, Balamb Garden has docked in Balamb Town. The erstwhile investigative team has been granted the use of a Garden van to reach their goal with any supplies they feel they might need.]

[Close-up, the cabin and the depression that denotes Balamb Garden's rest location are shrouded in a curious mist -- curious not just because it is out of nowhere, but curious because it is both oddly warm and unusually dark. Stepping into the mist is like stepping into a jungle, complete with shadowy half-light cast by great trees looming overhead that don't actually exist.]

[The cabin sits in the middle of this morass, dark and closed.]


Oct. 27th, 2013 07:24 pm
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[Ace had gone to Balamb town and bought a bunch of sweet smelling flowers. He had them all placed in a basket and then returned to Garden where he promptly removed his standard uniform and slid on his old board shorts. He placed his hat on his head and slid into his boots before heading back out into the halls.

He smiled brightly as he walked bare chested down the hallways and offered all the ladies he met a flower with a request to vote for him as homecoming prince. He only hoped this idea worked.]

[OOC: His hat looks very similar to that pic at any rate. It was a gift from Grell and Marco because his real hat was lost back in his homeworld]
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[For once, she's not wearing her hat, and she's lying on her stomach, pencil between her teeth. She knew that the new trimester was going to be tough, but who knew that magic was going to actually be the tough one? Saying all those words at just the right time, making things go as she wanted...that was all concentrated intuition, and Fionna was more about impromptu! It was pretty rough, enough that she was shut up in the library, whispering to herself.]

Ugh...said that wrong...
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[So, there's a potentially spooky cabin, a chocobo forest, a mysterious tower, and who knows what else popping up on this planet through what could only be Time Compression shenanigans. Obviously, it was time to visit Balamb town!

To be fair, Espio's sense of curiosity was a little subdued at the moment, and he just didn't feel like exploring new territory. No - he wanted to spend a little time by himself in a relatively stress-free environment, buy a few things from the shops that were still open in the evening, and watch the sea for a bit. In his human form, simply to avoid the attention his normal self attracted - Balamb may be familiar with him at this point, but he still got looks.

Don't ask why he has a box of turnips next to him as he reads someone's discarded newspaper, seated on a bench. Or why he's looking at them occasionally as though they're what he's talking to.

Wonder if the rest of the school is gonna follow. At least then we'll get a free source of school supplies... that vanish without warning when Compression changes its mind, hah...

[He leans back a little, looking around to see if anyone was around, appreciating the relative quiet. It was starting to get dark... maybe he should get a drink before he goes home.]

[ OOC: Please bear with me, I only have certain times I can tag for a little while! Thanks :) ]
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All Blue Phoenix Pirates who can read this message go cuddle Namur stat and don't let go until he begs for mercy and even then.

[and, watch out, Namu-mu, he's coming to do just that]
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Greetings Balamb Garden!

It's about that time again, and we're already at number eleven! We have a very special issue for you this time around!

A snippet of various things! )

Until next time, Garden!

Miss Tattler

[It most certainly is posted under Namur's ID. So he must be Miss Tattler!!]
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[There is a pile outside her dorm room of mostly things that are broken due to the rough tumble Garden took. Broken mirrors, ruined towels, shattered teacups and saucers, and cat toys tangled beyond help.The pile grows each day, little by little, as she sifts through her room. Don't trip on it!]


[Grell is walking about the Garden with her cats on a leash, mostly taking a break from putting her room right. Her cats stop to play with a wad of paper, however Grell isn't paying attention to that. Only when the lease becomes taut does she realize they've stopped. She seems pretty wrapped up in her own thoughts up until this point. With a sigh, she snaps her fingers at them a few times.]

Leave it! [The cats come to attention and look to each other, as if truly contemplating on whether or not they should listen. Really, guys?]


I'm offering 100 Gil to anyone who can clear away the pile of broken items from just outside my dormitory.

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[As people panicked or smashed through their doors, or used alchemy on them, or otherwise wrecked up Garden and fled into the lobby or the halls, a few things have quickly become clear, either shouted or spread by word of mouth:]

[Garden is precariously balanced on the edge of a canyon wall -- a canyon wall that was certainly not there last night. Garden didn't move all through the night, either, so how this happened is anybody's guess...]

[Speaking of precariously balanced, we DO mean precariously. The tilting has been perceptible, but glacial, and in fact it has slowed noticeably since Rainbow Dash started pushing against the bottom of the suspected edge of Garden. On the other hand, some people removed a car and a few people from the over-land side, which has made the balance slightly worse, and so the pony is losing ground again.]

[People remain scattered in small groups within the Garden, and the power remains completely out. This is not terribly surprising; the internal generators are not particularly hardened, since normally any damage that reached them would have to go through the entire surrounding structure to get to them. Dorm rooms are beginning to light up as sunlight trickles through their windows, but the lobby and many other areas still have no light.]

[No sign of Commander Zabala or Headmaster Cid. Rumors are swirling from some of the cadets that this is another of Zabala's crazy tests.]

[What's the plan?]
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[Thursday morning, 0559 hours.]

[Garden as a whole abruptly drops two feet.]

[The facility strikes the ground with a massive crash and shake that bears the full weight of every single one of its pounds. Loose items tumble to the floor and glass shatters in a cacophonous tumult that only serves as counterpoint to the greater and far more ominous crash of earth meeting metal. Massive vibrations race through Garden as different parts of it resonate with the force of the impact. Somewhere on the first floor, a chocobo literally screams in rage, a sound almost monstrous in its inhumanity. The lights flicker and then go out entirely.]

[Like an earthquake -- and no one would blame anyone for mistaking the source of the crash and shake, if not for the sickening drop that had yanked everyone's stomach into their throat for a heartstopping moment -- the shaking, roar, and vibrations slowly fade away, leaving only panick, fear, and disarray behind. And very ominous silence. The power has failed; the lights are out, water does not flow, and besides the residents, nothing stirs.]

[Then... slowly, but inexorably, Balamb Garden begins to tilt.]

[OOC: This is a general reaction and mingle post! You may also make your own posts if you so desire. If you need a mod response to a thread for information or a reaction, please ping us through PM!]

BBS post

Sep. 8th, 2013 08:11 pm
mera_mera_ace: (deadpan)
[personal profile] mera_mera_ace
[Opens to a video post with a young man who looks like he hasn't slept well in a few days. This is mostly because he hasn't. Of course instead of bothering Grell and Marco and Thatch he decided to try and figure out on his own first. He hates the fact he's resorting to the BBS system, but in reality he is just at his limits with how much he can take.]

Hey Garden!

Does anyone have a clue what I can do to get some sleep? I don't feel like sleep spells are cutting it and I can't afford to fall asleep at even more random intervals then I already do. Some help with this would be wonderful.

Thanks, Ace.
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[Pinkie is wearing a dark brown, bob cut wig and wearing her cadet uniform around Garden. Today, she wants to see how well she can blend in with everyone else. Playing the part of a newly transferred student, 'Diane' will be looking around at her 'new' surroundings. Those that truly know Pinkie may recognize her, but she won't be acting like her usual self!

She looks at her map, as if trying to decide where to go to first.]


[There is a lure attached to a fishing wire dangling in front of your face. What will you do?

Yes, Pinkie, out of her disguise, is fishing for...people? Ponies? Sharkmen? Who knows.]


Aug. 30th, 2013 06:48 pm
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Well since we're breaking away to begin with, why not go all the way and just become pirates? Floating the seven seas, waving our battle flag from the massive white dome. Pillage and plunder and the occasional panty raid. What do you think? Shall we put it to the vote?
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[Considering how happy Espio has been lately, his recent moping certainly seems quite a dramatic contrast... and after the weekend, it has only become worse. Moreso now because he's noticed it, which made him think, which in turn made him think of other things to be unhappy about.

The obvious solution might have been to tackle the cause... but unfortunately, despite what it might look like to a few people, the cause just isn't one isolated thing, and the only ways he can see to tackle the issues he can tackle look pretty hopeless.

So what do you do when doing and/or thinking something is ridiculously bad for you and by extension the people around you, but no matter what you do to distract yourself and put your focus on something else, you can't help yourself? Even though all the logic and reasonable thinking you possess says you're wrong and stupid.

I don't mean anything specific, more a collection of things. They don't even make sense, so don't ask. General summary is: I'm an idiot.
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[On the BBS, under a hacked cadet ID (which took days to even develop a program to do that), there is only a sound clip attached to an odd message:]

Red is the moonlight.
Pink are the stars that bind it.
It makes little sense.


[Although anyone bothering to click on the sound clip will just wonder why there is one of a heart beat, it really is just there to spread a virus. It's nothing harmful. It just changes the text font to red for anyone that listens to the clip.

Why a virus?

Because Grell is bored, and wants to fix any laptops that may have contracted the virus she created, just to keep her busy. It's the perfect plan! She sends a virus, someone comes to her to fix it (hopefully her), she gets what she wants!

Who let her specialize in this...]


[Grell, with her hair tied back into a messy bun, sits in the cafeteria, taking up an entire table due to her laptop being in pieces. The pieces aren't broken, and everything seems to be laid out atop the white table cover in an organized fashion. The cafeteria was the only place with good lighting and large enough tables to do this on. She seems quite focused and getting everything back together, even if it looks pretty impossible. Many tools used to deal with tiny screws and wires were either in her hands or on the table. It depends on when you catch her. There is even a can of compressed air on the table, because since she has her laptop open like this, it makes sense to clean any debris from it.

It's safe to say she won't be answering BBS messages for a while.]


Aug. 12th, 2013 03:16 pm
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[personal profile] mera_mera_ace
[Ace woke with a groan and sat up. Grass? Wasn't he just on a battlefield? He ached everywhere and felt very weak. It took a good five minutes for him to even be able to stand. Waves of nausea and dizziness forced him to take it slowly. Finally upright he took stock of his injuries. Numerous cuts and scratches, dirty, weak. No broken bones though.

First order of business he looked all around him as keenly as possible. He called out as loud as he could hoping for an answer.]


[Nothing. There was no sign of anything or anyone. No Marco, no Jimbe, no marines, and most importantly no Luffy. He felt panic rising inside of him but quickly stomped it down. Panic would get him no where right now. He needed to figure out where he was and where everyone else was.

Deciding anything was better then just waiting around; Ace slowly started walking forward intent on trying to find civilization. He crested a hill and saw a large building in the shape of what seemed like a shell of some kind. Hoping they could help him, he began to walk towards it. Doors opened revealing a school or center of some kind. Not that he had ever been inside of a school before. He stumbled forward towards a small group of people hoping they could help him.]

Backdated to before he enrolled]

BBS Post;

Nov. 22nd, 2010 12:29 am
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Where am I... I could have sworn I was just at the...and I could have sworn...

I guess that's neither here or now, right? I'm Ace and if I mess up anything on this computer contraption, I'm sorry about that.. this is all really new to me. I never knew I could push buttons and then read what I was thinking about.

All in all, pleased to meet you all.


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