[identity profile] stabwalkstab.livejournal.com
*If you are anywhere in the Training Center today, there's a good chance you'll run into a short little black carapace amusing himself by beating the shit out of some monsters with a crowbar.

He isn't in a bad mood exactly, just frustrated and dealing with it in the only way he knows how. He could probably just use someone to talk to, actually. Or someone to spar with.*
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[personal profile] piechemist
I've been kiiiiind of thinking lately- I wanna take on another apprentice! Totori isn't here, so it hasn't been as much fun without her.

Soooo... I'm looking for another apprentice! To teach alchemy to! But I won't just teach anyone- you have to be cute... and you have to be interested in alchemy, too, but more importantly, you have to be cute!

If you're interested, just come see me in the Quad, okay ☆?

- ☆ Instructor Rorona
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
[Most people had decent superpowers, like flight or super-strength or super-speed. Growing up without them hadn't really made Cissie envy her peers, especially since she was pretty used to her own supervision and enhanced reflexes.

So when Garden suddenly went bonkers - again - and even Cissie got a power, she thought she should be elated. After all, she had superpowers! Even if they were only temporary! Except no. Cissie's superpower? Was totally and completely involuntary. Teleportation - "bouncing," as she heard it was termed - was much much worse than she thought it'd ever be.

Case in point: she wanted to go to the bathroom. Any bathroom.

... Which is why she's somehow in YOUR bathroom right now. She'd apologize for just falling into your tub in a huge cloud of smoke, but at this point? She's more frustrated that she's still in her ratty pajamas. Clearly, the superpower gods didn't favor her.]

[ooc | Cissie's superpower was involuntary teleportation. It... clearly backfired on her in more ways than one.]
[identity profile] burnamotherdown.livejournal.com
[When the feed sputters to life, it's to a very fine shot of the lower half of Axel's face. Somebody clearly has no idea what they're doing with technology.]

--is, stupid piece o- [Oop. It's flashing. He stops speaking abruptly, lips spreading into a triumphant grin.]

Soooo, Balamb Garden. The name's Axel- you might want to write that down somewhere. Now, I've got a very pressing question for you all concerning this military deal- where's option B?

[Yeah, he's serious. Well, probably, it's hard to tell.]
[identity profile] xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com
[ -BBS- ]

Does anyone have any suggestions for a cold? It seems the sea air and I don't exactly see eye to eye.

There is far too much water around for my liking.



[ -Action- ]

[ Meanwhile, she's in the cafeteria with a shawl around her shoulder and a box of tissues. Her majesty is definitely not as glamorous as she usually carries herself as. One textbook is in hand and she's gone and flipped through it almost carelessly as she settles herself in one table.

But the sniffling. And the puffy eyes.

And the occasional uncontrollable gout of flame after a single sneeze.

Yeah. Not safe. ]
[identity profile] gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com
[There's a problem in the Training Center.]


[That problem is a dragon. Specifically, one that is stuck. Its head is in the Training Center proper, its body in the Secret Area, and its neck is in the passage between the two, which its head is simply too large to transit.]

[It is flailing and trying to pull itself free with enough strength to make the Training Center shake. Its claws, back and fore, rake deep furrows in the ground as they scrabble for purchase and leverage, while occasional jets of fire shoot out of its mouth to roast the vegetation in the center.]

[It is also screaming in the voice of Cadet Maria Cyphert. Except with absolute terror, which no one has ever heard from Maria before.]


HELP! HELP! Oh sweet merciful everything HELP! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
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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 )
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[personal profile] rebellingheart
[Stupid gossip posts. They seem worse than Chessy's column in the paper somehow. It's probably because everyone can answer the bbs post, but either way it's just so frustrating!]

[Which is why she's currently in the training center more or less working off some steam. Honestly it's actually kind of nice to train now. The gunblade forms seem to be second nature finally so it's nice to just focus on movement for a little while.]

[No more grat juice splattering all over her either which is nice. Those days are behind her for good now and in their place she moves with grace and confidence - the ultimate result of countless hours of training.]

[Come bother her as she depletes the local grat population?]
[identity profile] goldincartoss.livejournal.com
[It's Friday Lunchtime in the Quad. There are people. Lots of People, and There is an instructor near the centre of the Quad and has two fold out tables there. He unfolds them both before hopping up onto them. There is a bullhorn too.]

Hey Everyone! This is instructor Westcliffe, and this is an intervention!

[He just lets that sit for a moment.]

Nah. Not really. But I do have something much cooler for you all. Tomorrow, Saturday I want anyone who is interested in joining the premier dance troupe in the Garden! No previous talent required and we'll take anyone. No elitism here.

[With that he beams. And just to show off, Puts the bull horn down, and jumps off of the table, twisting upsidedown in the air and landing on his feet in a perfect cross-legged crouch so he can twist dramatically to a standing position, sweeping his left hand and extending his right to create a perfect showmans bow.]

Sign ups here! First meeting tomorrow morning at 11am sharp. Late people will be given embarrassing introductory activities. Or not. Show up have fun! That's the Agenda!
[identity profile] oversees.livejournal.com
[Old habits never die hard. Despite the fact that it's been years since he spent hours poring over book in the library, trying to learn every bit of information he could possibly need to know for that upcoming exam, the feeling naturally returns. It's a comfort to him, being able to adjust to his old learning habits just like that. Granted, Percy's never actually taught a class, but he's confident in his experience - his old Professors have been more than adept at indicating behaviors and mannerisms expected from his students.


With two classes to teach (relatively interesting ones too, he supposes), Percy's scrambling away, trying to adjust to a lesson plan that hopefully will touch upon all the necessary information and engage students in taking a more political approach instead of well... an aggressive one. So Percy's in the library, browsing through the history section for perfect examples to lead the class.]


Another country destroyed by intense warfare. How am I supposed to promote a peaceful solution when there's nothing but constant aggression?

[OOC: Backdated to just before classes began?]
[identity profile] willnotsubmit.livejournal.com
((OOC: With a wee bit of backdating.))

[Mitsuru takes to the first day of school as if she was born to it, and getting up at 6:00 AM and learning about military strategy and para-magic was all part of a normal day. She moves through the morning classes without faltering, pen in hand and book bag close by. Notes are taken, material is absorbed, and through it all she keeps a steady, composed mask on.

That mask stays in place up until lunch break. Specifically, about fifteen minutes past noon. Lunch is eaten quickly, to the point that she barely tastes any of it, and then it's a straight line out of the cafeteria and to another spoke off the wheel. That tour of the Garden stays fresh in her mind, and she makes good time, wasting very little of the break with trying to find her way to the library. Once there, she's quick to pick out where all the books on Guardian Forces and Para-Magic have been placed. And makes record time in putting half of them on a study table, and frowning over the material.

Most of the lectures, she was able to take in stride. But getting into the theory of what a Guardian Force was…It still makes her feel restless, and causes an odd sense of deja vu to wash over her. Penthesilea isn't helping much in that regard, either. The Persona had been quiet during the daylight hours, but now is insistent on pressing up against her thoughts…And making it that much harder to process the material in front of her.

Mitsuru frowns again, and sets back into reading with a will.]
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
Anyone heading into town? I know classes just started, but I was wondering if someone could grab something for me next time they head into town. (Don't worry, I've got the money, I just need someone to run the actual errand for me.)

I'm in room B203, so let me know if you can help.

Thanks! :)

- Cissie


[Ever since the home event, Cissie's become a total recluse. Only leaving her room for meals - and even then, it wasn't voluntary half of the time - and the occasional "study session," room B203 had become a total mess in the meantime. Or at least, Cissie's portion of the area had been.

Case in point? There seems to be a dreary green stench coming from the room and making its presence known on the first floor. Thanks to the door being open, it's obvious that the stench is coming from there - and there alone.

... Getting to B203 might be an adventure in itself, if the weird green color from that door's any indication.]
[identity profile] gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com
[Dorm room B117 -- you just know this is going to be trouble, right?]

[It's mid-evening when a pair of explosions followed by a surprised yelp sound from behind the half-open door, followed by a heavy thud of something falling over and hitting the floor hard.]


Uh-oh.
[identity profile] willnotsubmit.livejournal.com
[Despite waking up in a new, bizarre place, and suddenly being dropped at what looks like a giant floating holiday ornament, Mitsuru is remarkably well collected.

The course catalog under her arm might explain some of that composure. She spent well over half the trip and the day pouring over it. The classes she's reviewed are a far cry from anything taught in Gekkoukan…But with the deluge of changes, studying and academics are what she finds herself focusing on. It keeps her grounded, if nothing else.

Which is why she's walking around the Garden NOW, instead of having to rush blindly about once she's registered and trying to find the classrooms. And she is moving about with a will; it takes a special talent to make boots click that loudly over marble, in such a wide space. She pauses after the first circle around the ground level, looking at the map and frowning as she tries to puzzle out the structure. She even murmurs a few phrases in French as she scans the board.]

"Je ne comprends pas…This place shouldn't be THAT hard to decipher and navigate."

[Giant walkways, pools, and fountains are also a far cry from the school she knows. Even when that school changes into a tower.]
[identity profile] sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com
[With all these people disappearing and then reappearing, one of the native girls is getting really quite confused... but, y'know, at least she's stayed in one place! Applejack should feel grateful, but it's putting a right old delay on classes starting up again. This hard worker can't stand so much free time!

Honestly. She'd try to put up a stall somewhere and try and drum up some business, but either the delivery's been held up or Time Compression sent her apples into the future.

So, right now? She's training in the training centre. Or, more specifically, she's giving her dog Winona a work out.
]

All right, you bring 'em all back here now!

[So yeah. She's herding grats.]
[identity profile] toomanyverses.livejournal.com
[This has been a profitable afternoon.

If by profitable you mean 'full of cats and catching them'.

Greece and Nepeta are returning to the Garden from their raid on town, cats and kittens alike either stowed away in huge cloth shopping-bags or under their clothes -- Greece's pockets especially are full of them.

But now they have to deal with the problem of hiding them all. Neither Greece nor Nepeta want to put them back where they came from, nor do they have the living space necessary to keep all the kitties happy.

Help a cat-lover out, would you?]

(OOC: Exactly what it sounds like. You can run into either Greece or Nepeta around campus, looking for spare rooms, and they'll try to give you a cat or three! Instructor-types will be distracted by Nepeta foaming at the mouth or something while Greece gets the fuck out of there with the payload.

Instructors who are trustworthy and want cats will only get foamed at for a couple of minutes :Db)
[identity profile] veryshinyknight.livejournal.com
[For once, Alistair had it together. He'd dropped his bags off in his room, and had decided to people watch. Hands resting over his stomach--those hot dogs had been even better with cheese--one can find him waving as students pass, as if he were a king making a public appearance to his beloved subjects.

In some realities, it might even be true. But today, he's only a SeeD back from assignment.]


Hey! How have you been? Lovely day we're having, isn't it?
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
♪ Zoot Suit Rain, Tootiest Daddy Around~ ♪

[The music sounds painfully 90's... but to Cissie's ear? It reminds her of St. Elias, her old school, and a certain Spring Dance. Sure enough, the moment she opens her eyes and pinches herself, there's her old gaggle of giggling schoolgirls and a school counselor she hadn't seen in forever. Cissie bites her lip and awkwardly stands near the gymnasium door. Amongst the balloons, the dancing schoolkids, and the loud banner proclaiming the arrival of the "Nose Picking Daddies", Cissie doesn't really stand out.

Considering the circumstances, part of her really doesn't want to.]
... This can't be happening.

[ooc | Backdated to last Monday! Sorry I took so long. ♥;]
[identity profile] killurseawitch.livejournal.com
[This was all rather... sudden. Exciting. Exhilirating. In a lot of ways Ariel was still very much worried, there had been things going on and this was all just so confusing and- Eric. But she was here and that was that. The letter had been nice enough at least. Even if she didn't entirely understand it. Time compression? Sorceress?

Well it'd become clearer. The important thing was figuring this all out! So to that end she was wandering around, peeking through doorways, windows, hanging over railings, pressing buttons- if there was a thing to be done she wanted to do it!]


This place doesn't look like a garden...

((ooc: Ariel is all over. Yes she may even walk into your character's dorm room like a tourist. Have fun with that fff ♥))

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