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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 Valentine's Day dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Valentine's Day dance 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.

The dance 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] noble-pride.livejournal.com
While I do not celebrate Valentines' Day personally, the sentiment behind it is pleasant enough.

That being said, I have decided to offer a special seminar on calligraphy on Saturday afternoon. I am proficient at it, and there is something to be said for its simple elegance. For those who have decided not to give chocolates but wish to give something to their love interests and peers, a carefully handcrafted gift does have a certain personal touch.

Staff and students are welcome. I will provide the appropriate paper, ink and brushes.


-Instructor Kuchiki
[identity profile] bratbeyond.livejournal.com
[Ever since classes resumed, Damian'd kept a low profile. He "barely passed" his fighting courses from last quarter, so he figured he should probably step up his game and figure out how to fail-without-actually-failing.

This was significantly harder than it looked: on one hand, he couldn't look like an absolute moron. Luki'd been giving him "lessons" and he'd passed the required courses with "some difficulty." But he couldn't look like a trained vigilante either; then people'd connect the dots between him and Robin. If Mr. Wayne'd taught him anything, it was to be an idiot whenever possible. Robin mattered more than Damian Razem. (Not that he believed it! But why jeopardize the mission?)

Except right now, there was a "fire." Damian'd admittedly been late getting to class - stupid Garden and its primitive tech! He'd somehow managed to trip over something in the meantime! - but he too had been coerced to walk to the front gates. As he leaned against a wall, Damian folded his arms and watched the chaos around him.]


Slag... five creds it's a drill. [SIGH. Of all the things he didn't miss about school, fire drills'd been pretty high on that list.]
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if anyone would like some free cookies, i'll have a table in the cafeteria at lunchtime today. i learned how to make them in home economics and it's the first thing in the kitchen i've been good at making since i left home, so i started making them in my free time too and now i have too many to eat on my own.

mikuru




[Mikuru not only has a table, but a sign in front of it. "FREE COOKIES, have as many as you want" is meticulously hand lettered; apparently this is what she is putting her remedial English lessons to use on. There are also cutesy pictures of a flower and a happy cookie. Hey, it worked in her last job.

[The cookies are mostly circular, though there are a few that seem to have gone wrong. Chocolate chip, peanut butter, snickerdoodles; they're separated out and piled on labelled plates. And there are loads of them.

[Mikuru herself, meanwhile, sits behind the table in her cadet uniform, nibbling on a sammich and frowning at a small note instead of the criminal justice textbook open on the table.]
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
Sometimes I can't believe that I've been here since May. But I've gotten the chance to meet a lot of great people that I wouldn't have met otherwise, so I can't complain.

It's also a month away from my birthday and it's on a Saturday, so I'm definitely going to plan something fun that day. Staff and students alike are invited.
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[personal profile] bunnypassingby
[Mikuru, unlike most newcomers, has absolutely no problem with the hows and whys of being in another world and being enrolled as a student in some random school. If anything, she's worried about how her charge back home is going to fare without her.

[But really, her most pressing issue right now is the cold. Mikuru had been on her way home from a battle, and thus is wearing a short, thin battle waitress costume. Trabia is not only cold but also too sparsely populated for her to go and buy new clothes on her new sponsor's dime.

[And so we find Mikuru in the cafeteria, course catalog and acceptance letter tucked into her corset, holding her twin pistols hidden beneath her apron. When she gets her tray of soup and a sammich, she shifts her pistols into one hand and attempts to carry the tray one-handedly.

[This being Mikuru, this cannot ever and does not end well. Behold: Flying soup. She lunges forth to catch the bowl, one hand still trying to hide her pistols even as her apron flies up.]

No--!
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[personal profile] rebellingheart
[Only a little shaken up from the crash emergency landing, it had still taken Rinoa a little while to get ready. Fact is she'd had to junction first, Shiva seeming an ironic but appropriate choice considering just how cold it was already getting. The choice to junction ice magic to Elem-def-J had been an easy one  at least. After that it didn't take long to grab not one, but two weapons and head out to see what all the ruckus was about.

Seeing the mess that Garden was in currently, Rinoa was suddenly very thankful for all the extra training she'd been putting in lately.]

Is this some sort of test? [She asks aloud to herself before testing her grip on the gunblade she's been training with for some time now. Looks like this is really it, the ultimate test to see just how much she's learned in class and from Ryu. Satisfied that all is well with the blade, she spares a glance for the blaster edge strapped to her arm for emergency use before hurrying off to get the attention of several grats and bite bugs that seem to be bickering at each other.] I'm not going to be left behind anymore, I don't have to worry. I can fight too! I'm not going to hold anyone back, not anymore.

[Pep talk over she enters into combat with a very serious, for Rinoa anyway, look on her face as she lets the monsters know just who's boss.  Things are indeed different this time. Now the grats and bite bugs are all dispatched easily with swings that have clearly been well drilled into RInoa's subconscious. It's safe to say that the motions are almost flowing, though they're far from the skills of a true master. Still it's a vast improvement and it's obvious after a while that she's fairly proud of herself and her new skill set.

So...care to fight with her? Maybe gawk at how much she's managed to improve if you were there for Rinoa's last public foray into gunblade use? Something else entirely? Totally up to you.]
[identity profile] vanadiel-knight.livejournal.com
[Anyone in the lobby area might find themselves startled by a sound like that of a gunshot splitting the air.

The cause, oddly enough, is Akiela. She stands on top of the flattened remains of a Grat, who tried to smack her with its feelers and paid the price when she dodged by jumping into the air before, ultimately, coming back down on top of it's head. Never let it be said that a Dragoon can't cause a headache. Stepping out of the mess and ignoring the gunk on her boots, she calmly unhooks her spear and twirls it once in hand before approaching a blue dragon.

A suicidal move? Perhaps.

Or perhaps not. The dragon seems, oddly enough, intimidated by her presence. Maybe you'll use the opening to give her a hand?]


Move, you overgrown Puk. I've no time to waste on monsters who barely rate a decent challenge. [She has an appointment to keep, after all.]
[identity profile] haha-steelguard.livejournal.com
Bring it on!

[So echoes the challenge issued by the cocky Instructor standing outside the dormitory, fists balled and a grin on his face as he stands guard over the door. Come close enough or catch his attention and he has this to say:]

I'll hold down the fort here. Anyone who needs shelter or safety can camp out in the rooms. Anyone who's hurt, get them back here till we can make sure the infirmary's clear.

And if you need help out there, yell. [Because heroes never back down -- and Instructors don't do their students work for them out there!]

Let's do this!
[identity profile] blastiaphilia.livejournal.com
Alright, I'm bored. After this, it's only one more week of classes before exams, right? And it's all too easy. So, tell you what: I'll help out. If you need a hand and my valuable brain, just ask.

I'm up for helping with Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Mathematics, Intro to Para-Magic and GFs, and Intro to Magic. Just shove a message into the computer and we'll arrange something for study week. Just don't expect me to go easy on you.

R. Mordio.
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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 eerily 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 Masquerade Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Masquerade Ball 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] codenamexv.livejournal.com
[Last she checked, she stalked on the roof with her best friend. Next thing she knew it, there she is sitting at one of the tables with a gigantic catalog open and some welcoming letter to the side. Don't mind the teen still dressed in gym clothes; shirt with her last name on it and gym underwear. If she stares at this catalog too long she might burn through it. Just what is she looking in here for, she doesn't even know.

Anyone care to tap the shoulder?]
[identity profile] iamfacepalm.livejournal.com
It's all under the cut! Click, you know you want to. )


(( ooc; Joint intro for Kyon and Haruhi! Blue is Haruhi, black is Kyon, and 'these are Kyon's internal monologues'.

Also, Akihiko and Azula, say hello to your new roomies! /o/ ))
[identity profile] willnotsubmit.livejournal.com
[This has been a poor start to her day off. Sundays were one of the few, rare, moments where Mitsuru could take her time with waking up. Which, she did enjoy at first. Right up until she stretched and yawned-

Or tried to yawn. That had been when she'd realized that her voice didn't work; almost like all the nerves to it had been cut off, leaving her mute. And then, she was shocked into full wakefulness when she realized that she also couldn't hear or feel Artemisia in the back of her mind.

So, perhaps understandably, Mitsuru is not in the best, or most alert of moods as she steps into the cafeteria for breakfast.]
[identity profile] heartlinks.livejournal.com
[ Today, October 4th, finds Minako being more cheerful and lively than usual, if just the slightest bit forgetful -- appearing distracted and absorbed in her thoughts when not in conversation with anyone.

From evening to midnight, to finish off the day, she's tucked herself away in a corner of the Training Center, music blasting in her ears as she evades, spins and slashes down a Grat before finishing it off with a Fire magic.

Without breaking sweat and seemingly on auto-pilot, she immediately moves away from the defeated creature to seek another one.

Bother her now? During the day, during classes? Both? Go for it o/ ]
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[It's the Career Expo! Headmaster Cid thought it would be a good idea to let cadets have a chance to explore the different specializations provided by Garden. In the Quad, there are booths set up for each specialization. SeeD are manning each of the booths, and they all have little pamphlets and brochures regarding the specialization as well as little freebies such as lame awesome office supplies (think post-it notes, laser pointers, stress balls, frizzbies.) There's also a cotton candy and popcorn machine, just for the cool factor.

Come forth and explore the specializations, cadets!]


[Mod note: Subthreads have all been posted! Cadets are free to mingle around with each other or inquire NPC SeeDs about the specializations. Players are also welcome to create their own subthreads for general interaction in the Quad. Have fun!]
[identity profile] renzokukens.livejournal.com
[It's 1345. Fifteen minutes until the afternoon classes begin. It's still early and he doesn't expect any of the cadets to show up until five to. But by now, they should all be used to the strict schedule Garden adheres to and are just finishing their lunch in the Cafeteria. Squall's in one of the 2F classrooms. There are eight types of gunblades still in their leather and metal carrying cases with the lids down laid out over long tables that stretch out just in front of the main teacher's desk.

Once the cadets start coming in, if any, he'll open their cases and begin the class.

For now he's standing off to the side, arms crossed over his chest and lost in thought, dressed in his Commander's jacket. Outside it's not the best of afternoons for a Friday; gray, cloudy, the weather not sure if it wants to rain or storm.

Oddly enough, he isn't expecting many to show interest. But there's still fifteen minutes!
]



[OOC; Hey there, October 1st! Cadets who are signed up or attending his INTRO TO GUNBLADES afternoon class have permission to miss out on their courses for that afternoon. How we're going to do this can be up to you; if you want to have your character talk with Squall just one-on-one, then let me know and mark it in your subject. If you want to do it party style and allow other cadets to join and threadjack, go for it! I'll be throwing him around everywhere in here so - lessgooooooo]
[identity profile] whiplashings.livejournal.com
[Dressed in her SeeD uniform with Save the Queen hooked on her belt, Quistis stands at the entrance of the training center along with the instructor as they wait for the rest of the students to arrive at the designated area for this special class. While Quistis is upholding her usual poise before the students which have shown up, beneath the surface she is admittedly a bit nervous. It's been a while since she's stood in front of a class like this, since she'd acted as an instructor to a sea of cadets. But the opportunity had presented itself when Instructor Aki had asked if she would like to perform a demonstration of her Blue Magic for the Limit Break Theory class, and the young SeeD obliged. A small part of her had been considering reapplying for instructorship, and this seemed like the proper step to take to see if she was making the right choice.

There are several minutes before class begins and they venture deeper into the Training Area. Don't be late!]


[OOC note: This is for Limit Break Theory, Thursday and Friday! Those who are enrolled in these classes are welcomed to make a subthread for their individual time slots and we can work through specific class interactions that way.]
[identity profile] derped.livejournal.com
Does anyone here know how to sew or design clothing or anything like that? I have an idea for something, but I don't ... really know how to do it myself. I could pay you or help you with homework or something in exchange, and I'd pay for all the materials myself.

- Rion Lyon
[identity profile] iam-yourdagger.livejournal.com
[Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Why the hell did it have to be a school of all things? She could handle kidnapping by a drug lord. OK. She could best a child kidnapping attempt. Easy. But of all things...she's taken to this school? That she now has to attend? Oh yea. This is just going to go by wonderfully.

Right now, she's unhappily sulking in the Quad, the Course Catalog beside her, untouched.
]  Why of all things...it had to be a school?

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