[identity profile] derped.livejournal.com
Offworlders; what's your home like, and is there anything we can do to make this place feel more like home while you're here?

- Rion Lyon
[identity profile] macgyvered.livejournal.com





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Kaito has levelled up! At punching things. In the face.
   Gained +52 Suave!
   Gained +38 Mental Resilience!
   Gained +24 Defence!
   Gained +35 Attack!
   Learned Ice!
   Learned Using Yourself As A Freezer!
   Gained +2 Skills He Wasn't Designed For!
   Gained +14 Asimov-like Questions About The Nature Of Robot Morality As Regards Physical Trauma In Facial Regions!
   Lost -3 -4 Members of Family! :(

That last one is totally the most important part, by the way. Feel pity for me.
[identity profile] derped.livejournal.com
[Being seventeen really, really didn't feel all that much different from sixteen (especially when he hadn't really felt like he was sixteen in the first place). As birthdays went, it'd been better than others; at least here school had already started, and some people had ... wished him a happy birthday (a thing that didn't happen so much when you weren't in school). He was a little unhappy about Home Ec. not meeting today (for reasons that were probably obvious to everyone not him), but other than that, things were going well!

He figures he'll probably go get himself something sweet to celebrate later - maybe some ice cream or something. But for now, classes were over, the weekend was coming up, the gift Mom had said she was sending had arrived (and was safely stored in his room), and she'd added something else, too!

... unfortunately, one of the things Rion had not picked up on prior to coming to school was Triple Triad. Sure, his mom had sent him cards, but ... er, he had no idea what exactly to do with them. So if you don't mind he'll just be looking at these cards like they're written in Coptic or something.

(ooc: we will pretend I did NOT post that into my journal at first. ¬_¬ AND THAT I KNOW HOW LOCATIONS WORK, GOD i am not good at writing posts on 20 hours of no sleep)
[identity profile] macgyvered.livejournal.com
[ two and a half months ago, and einiona canning is setting her maths textbook on her chest and closing her eyes for a short rest, expecting to be woken by some passing instructor shouting at her for oversleeping close to curfew or some odd nonsense like that. she closes her eyes on the warm glow of a midday sun.

[ two and a half months later, einiona canning opens her eyes and it's still midday and she is suddenly very aware that something unnatural has just happened, although she can't explain why or what causes her to think this except the color of the sunlight above her face. she doesn't see anything missing, so -

[ it's just a feeling. but it's a bloody pissing persistent one and it won't go away, not for all the repeated attempts at sleeping again einiona makes in the whole wide world.

[ so she begins investigating her surroundings. as you do, when you're a right and truly obnoxious utterly manic welsh problem child from a family of problem children with a marked tendency towards obsessively picking and pulling apart everything you can get your hands on to find out what makes it tick so as to make it all a little less intimidating and upsetting to deal with. nothing immediately leaps out and screams "I AM WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR SIGNAL" until ...

[ until einiona looks at the calendar display.

[ and looks.

[ and looks.

[ and looks. ]

... aw, now that's not humanly possible.

[ i'm afraid it is, einiona. you've somehow lost nearly three months' time and you'll have to make up all the homework you've missed for the duration. best come to terms with it; your teachers sure aren't going to be very happy with you for it. ]

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Okay, so, we're all from different places! Which is pretty cool and all if you think about it objectively and ignore the fact we're horribly stuck on a floating island with a tendency to plummet into the ungodly seas and leave us potentially scrabbling at the shore while the icy depths pull us down aaaaaaaaaaa

where was I er

What this means is that everyone's seen and experienced different stuff! For all I know, your home world might be a technological marvel that puts even me to shame! For all you know, my home world might be covered in bees. But we don't know because we all just potter through classes. Show off a little! What's the coolest, neatest story you've got? There's bragging rights in it and a little reminder of home never hurt anyone.
[identity profile] lacking-assets.livejournal.com
It's been so quiet ever since that big crash the other day... has any explanation been offered as to why we had to land in the ocean in the first place?

Oh, and... does anyone know how long it's recommended to stay off a sprained ankle? It's been nearly a week...
[identity profile] fleeorflight.livejournal.com
[It's probably the most activity the pool has seen since classes started, likely because of the upcoming competitive swims for the Swimming 101 classes, or perhaps because of the Garden's currently waterlogged status, making out-of-campus recreational trips impossible. Plus, generally, the pool seemed safer than jumping into a sea populated with who-knows-what creatures - just a little safer, if you didn't count the number of students ignoring pool rules and cannon-balling into the surface. There are students on both the shallow and deep ends, and a few lanes reserved for dedicated swimmers - despite the upsurge in visitors, there's room for all.

Hope ducks just in time to avoid the resulting splash from another student diving into the shallow end with floaties and kicking boards in tow, resurfacing to shake the water out of his hair. Talk about ripe for disaster - he had as many things to watch out for here as he did in Gran Pulse.]

W-watch out!

[ooc; General pool post, for all interested. No obligation to tag Hope; feel free to start your own threads a-la-event-style!]


Jun. 4th, 2010 12:23 pm
[identity profile] soundcirculates.livejournal.com
[ there's music coming from one corner of the Quad; it's not so loud that it's overly intrusive, but it is noticeable, to anyone passing by. At the source of the sound sits Luka, legs crossed as she scribbles down a mixture of musical symbols and binary code. While she doesn't have any sort of music player on her person, the sound is definitely coming from her. It's not one set tune or song, and it changes entirely every few seconds, interjected with short bursts of static. All the while, Luka half-hums, half-sings under her breath ]

I wanna rip and release your throat right now, I want to make you all mine... ♪ [ she pauses, and taps her pen against her lower lip, muttering to herself ] I probably ought to stop writing songs like that. [ with a sigh, she changes her tone, continuing to make notes on the sheet of paper set out in front of her ] ♫ Japanese ninja number one, we go creeping into the girls' locker room...
[identity profile] mayolixir.livejournal.com
[there is the sound of soggy bare feet running down sleek halls, the boy who owns those feet skidding towards the edge every now and again. he has managed to fall off onto the water pool surrounding the circular walking area inside the garden when the place shook with its landing.]

So co-co-cold. [alma hugged himself as his light sprinting fell back into an easier walking pace.] What just happened- Yuuuuu! [and the calling begins:]

Has anyone seen Yuu?

[pitter patter he goes, down the hall. soaking wet, he will start sneezing in a bit.]

oo1 ✫

May. 30th, 2010 02:27 am
[identity profile] bitterfire.livejournal.com
[ Just because she was away from home, didn't mean she had to stop doing her drills. It was growing dark in the courtyard and Azula found a nice spot to train in since the training center always was overcrowded with people she didn't want to deal with. She took a deep breath and concentrated her energies. Her days were so filled up she was finding it harder and harder to have Azula time, but if she wanted to keep her mind off of how frustrated she was being here that was the only way to do it.

She knew it would soon be time to patrol the grounds for troublemakers, but that was still too far away. She started to stretch out her limbs, ignoring anyone who may be watching. ]
[identity profile] derped.livejournal.com
[Rion had initially been practicing guitar in his room, but some visitors had made him change his plans. After all, he didn't want to interrupt anything, and him playing his guitar might be a little bit annoying - and at the same time, Mom'd always suggested that he go out and meet people. And music was something the tiny little flailderp was good at, wasn't it?

So for the past half hour or so, Rion has been quietly (wouldn't want to disturb anyone) playing his guitar in a corner of the Quad, practicing it. It should be clear to anyone who's been listening for more than about five seconds that he's quite skilled - not only talented, but he's put a lot of practice into it; he's practicing what sound like actual songs, not just "hm I'm gonna play me some musical notes!". However, he can't really hold up a conversation until he's done playing. Feel free to bother him, though!


May. 29th, 2010 02:43 pm
[identity profile] dragalongtwin.livejournal.com
[anyone who's stopped by at the library right now will be greeted with the sight of a small-statured teenage boy sitting in front of the computer, with his arms folded over his chest, a grouchy expression on his face, and several cables extending from the back of his neck and reaching into the computer's USB ports. he speaks aloud, voice monotone with an underlying sense of irritation, and the computer records his words while transcribing them onto the screen.

anyone checking the BBS will see the following post:]

Okay, so let me make sure I've got this straight. Because this world is glitching up or something, we're stuck here, and instead of making it up to us, those guys are forcing us to go to school? Seriously? That's so stupid. School is for kids who don't already have a future of fame and richness ahead of them. I'm not even a kid.

Rin, Luka, Bakaito, Meiko, Miku -- come on, I know you guys are here. Don't be lazy, I could really use a better welcoming committee than that Cid guy. It took me like an hour just to find this library, I'm not even going to bother with my dorm room -- doesn't this place have a map? Just hurry up.
[identity profile] dangerousthings.livejournal.com
[A girl with an appearance that's a bit unusual even by the standards of the new imports comes sliding to a halt at the entrance of the cafeteria. Her eyes are mismatched, for one. The right is golden-yellow, the left is dark blue. She's wearing a black outfit with a high fluffy pink collar, absurdly long sleeves, and pink and black striped leggings. Her hair's also turquoise-green.]

I got here first! Look Noki, I was first!

[Whether Noki is actually with her or not is irrelevant - for her, it's entirely normal to assume that if Noki's not there yet, she'll be there momentarily]


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