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TO THE DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE
We are to conduct an investigation regarding trapped, disappeared and lost students under Headmaster Cid request. As for the VOLUNTEERS, don't get in my way. The DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE is to report to me at the end of the day.

#00301, Seifer Almasy
[identity profile] truthsfortune.livejournal.com
Greetings. My name is Naoto Shirogane. I am posting this on behalf of the library committee.

There will be a meeting from 1800-2000 this Thursday. If anyone is interested, please feel free to attend. Do not hesitate to contact me if you have any questions.
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[there's a red-haired boy asleep on one of the benches around the Garden. It's been a hard week for him because, seriously, all this studying is just too much. he's completely passed out.]
[identity profile] 14th.livejournal.com
[So what, exactly, is the internet? --For that matter, what exactly is a computer? Raidou has to ask for the librarian's help about five times, but he gets the browser up and running and figures out where to click in order to enter text into the BBS' update form. The keyboard is hard to navigate in a foreign language, and he has to peck at each key individually, but slow progress is progress nonetheless, and soon he has four sentences all typed out and posted.

The next step he has to take is to wrap his mind around the idea that multiple people can communicate with him at once; he's under the impression now that there's only one person on the "other side of the internet," and he should communicate with them much like you would if you were exchanging letters with a stranger.]


good morning。 are you well? my name is raidou kuzunoha the fourteenth。 it’s a pleasure to meet you。


[He'll figure out the text input settings eventually.]
[identity profile] problematical.livejournal.com
DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE MEETING: LOBBY, 2230


[ Those were the big words that flashed on the announcement boards around the Garden. Seifer wasn't a fan of change - nobody truly is, people are comfortable with who they are even if they have the chance to change for the better. The influx of candidates for the Disciplinary Committee didn't suit well with him. Fujin and Raijin he could trust, but he didn't know if these new members were trying to modify how things were ran (which consisted on Seifer dictating the rules but never serving neither as an example nor as an impartial member). The Disciplinary Committee should be known by their leader and the way he dealt with things: his way or no way. It wasn't a question of order. It was a question of becoming the hero.

And so, at thirty past ten in the evening, Seifer would be there. Late, of course. As always, the rules did not apply to him.

He certainly wasn't in a mood to become disappointed with the new members.
]
[identity profile] fogging.livejournal.com
[Souji only thinks to check his watch when it's fifteen minutes past curfew. He thinks that they ought to have made an announcement, but he vaguely remembers one, somewhere between the chapter on income distribution and the chapter on the exchange rate. Still, first impressions are important, and being caught out after curfew would be bad for his reputation, especially among the staff and older students; he quickly shut his book, frowning at the loud clap echoing in such a quiet library. Without catching the attention of the librarian, he shoves his textbooks and notebooks into his schoolbag and hurries out of the library.

The problem, now, is that he hasn't familiarized him with the layout of the Garden yet. Were the dorms towards the right or the left? He looks around for a moment before heading to the left, walking with quick steps and turning his head at the building's noises - it's more unnerving now that the building's deserted, reminding him of the places he had gone inside the TV World, and so he walks as quickly as he can without breaking out into a run. It's best to make haste anyway, right?]

001

May. 12th, 2010 02:55 pm
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[ Have a lost looking, short and brown-haired young woman widely staring at the Directory with a look of wonder and confusion. She looks around herself, at the people merely walking by before glancing back at the terminal. ]

What is going on here? H-How do I work this? Do I just... press this button here, or, uh...

Crap! This is all so weird...
[ Yup, italics means she's speaking Japanese. Who's gonna help a lost Chie? ]
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[It's quiet as night falls on Balamb Garden, quiet enough to hear the crickets chirping on the ground below and the sea waves lapping the shore in the distance. The sky is clear and full of stars. The halls of Garden are empty except for a couple cadets here and there -- indeed, even the faculty seems to be missing from their usual posts.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. Once again, the Headmaster speaks to the Garden.
]

The Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Welcoming 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 Ruby group.

[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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[ Here's Reno. He's loitering in the parking lot because it's nice and out of the way, and man. He just can't seem to get comfortable around here. The uniform doesn't fit right. It's stiff and scratchy and just isn't right for him to be wearing. He's only sworn by one uniform his whole life, and this one isn't it. More than that, his fellow Turks are nowhere to be found. He thought he spotted Cissnei at the assembly, but he lost sight of her after and hasn't been able to find her since. ]

Man, what a fuckin' pain.

[ Sighs, kicking at the wall as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He's changing the hell out of this just as soon as he gets a shower on the way back to the dorms. And then he'll go have some food. Or make a plan to spy on some girls in the shower room. Or something. Dammit. He's already feeling caged in, and he's barely been here more than a day.

And classes. He hasn't been to a proper school a day in his life. Had to learn stuff, sure. Studied stuff, sure. Day full of classes and answering to instructors and shit? God dammit. ]
[identity profile] truthsfortune.livejournal.com
[She stands there, simply squinting at the scenery. She's standing right in the Lobby, not quite sure if she wants to venture further in or not. She looks rather uncomfortable about the whole thing, really, but you'd never be able to easily tell.

She lets out a small breath.]


I would really rather find a way back home.
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Good evening, cadets. My name is SeeD Quistis Trepe, and I would like to take a moment to welcome you all to Garden.

I have no doubts that many of you may be a bit overwhelmed with your current situation. My own presence was brought forth to the present as a result of the Time Compression, though I am not foreign to this world-- I'm merely pulled from a different time. Therefore, I'd like to offer my aid to any cadets who need help in making a smooth transition to life on Garden.

Please, feel free to contact me if you have any questions; I'd be more than happy to help.

Quistis Trepe
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