rebellingheart: ([Emo] Oh geeze. Thinking/Depressed)
[personal profile] rebellingheart

I hope everyone's enjoying break so far. I know I'm really looking forward to some relaxing before classes start. Being a full time teacher sounds like it'll be tough, but I'll give it my best shot!

I want to thank everyone who showed up to my night classes, you were a big help in figuring out just what worked and what didn't.


[Normally Rinoa doesn't do her own laundry, but the npc who she normally pays is on vacation with family for the next few weeks. Since dirty laundry doesn't wash itself, that means she'll have to do it.]

[She's never done laundry before in her life and it shows. After dumping in half a box of laundry detergent and stuffing far too many pieces of clothing into the machine, she closes the lid before pushing the button to turn it on.]

[It's not even five minutes later that the laundry room is absolutely covered in bubbles and more bubbles. There are enough bubbles that they've spilled out into the hallway even. Don't trip on the soap residue!]

I don't think that's what's supposed to happen.

[However she's not entirely sure how to turn it off, or even if she can make it over to the machine to do so. So many bubbles everywhere! Maybe she'll just wait for a while and spend some time popping bubbles first. Come help fix the problem, pop some bubbles, or just mock her for being a failure?
fotlenke: (laughing; giggling really)
[personal profile] fotlenke
Absolutely amazing. Are you all from different far reaches of the Nine Realms? Absolutely astounding. I suppose I should introduce myself. Hello, Gardeners--that is quite the name, don't you think--and other world walkers. I am Sigyn Freyasdotter and I am now a cadet in training for this wonderful academy.

I am hoping to partake in a tour, as the Headmaster said. Would anyone be so kind as to offer their time?
cigardog: (Getting a migraine)
[personal profile] cigardog
[Throughout classes for the past two day, Lt. Furor's been getting increasingly snappy and basically cringes at loud noises and lights. One might even think the instructor is hung over, but nope! It's just Chuck Testa a very bad migraine.

By Friday, the poor guy is just trying to find someplace quiet to get away from everything. Is this your classroom? Oops. Were you baking in here? Damn it. And what's with the band and theater classes? Do they have to kill everyone's eardrums? He's starting to get ready to give up. Or maybe beg for help. Someone throw him a bone?]

Since Holi Tournament is over, why does everyone continue to be so damn loud? Shouldn't you all have less energy by now?

All I want is some peace and quiet around here.

And maybe an icepack without having to worry about the kitchen blowing up while I'm there.

Does anyone have aspirin, or whatever this place uses for migraines? First student to get me that and iced coffee gets a free A on their next assignment.

[What abuse of power? This is obviously both a lesson in justice and international law.]

And something to make it dark. Even the dorm rooms are loud as hell. It's like you all have Spring Fever.
elementofloyalty: (zoom across the sky)
[personal profile] elementofloyalty
[Anyone who steps outside today -- either in the course of their normal business, or because they hear the rush of air over wings or the swoosh of a body outside the walls -- will get a treat.]

[Rainbow Dash is practicing. And no one flies better than Rainbow Dash.]

[Up and over the great ring above Balamb Garden she soars, rainbow wake trailing behind her, then through it and around it, drawing spirals around its length. Down she swoops, through the protrusions atop the Garden. A roll, a twist, a magnificent display as she rounds the building as a whole -- then as she whips down towards the entrance gate and through it, she misjudges something. A wing angle or a split-second timing, who can be sure? The air goes out from her wings and she slams into the ground, skipping once, then skidding to a halt not far from the entrance proper.]

[It isn't the first mistake she makes. It won't be the last. Practice makes perfect, and like the times before, she'll be up in a moment to get back to work. Just... give her that moment.]
wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[The GFC, the Disciplinary Committee, and Fight Club have teamed up to bring Balamb Garden an unforgettable experience with the weekend-long paint balloon tournament! Prior to the tournament, various sponsorships are given tables to organize and plot for their dominance over the other teams.

During the tournament, most parts of the school is fair game! (Though Headmaster has politely requested that all students refrain from the usual restricted parts of the school). Feel free to hit your opponents, though don't be surprised if they strike back! There are a few stations that are designated paint-free zones: the GFC, DiscComm, and Fight Club areas (as the Fight Club's hosting seminars, the DiscComm is monitoring students for suspicious activity, and the GFC's selling balloons and food) as well as the gymnasium and pool, but the rest of Garden is fair-game.

All students, SeeD, and staff members are given ten paint-filled balloons to start. The GFC will be selling extra balloons for 2 gil a piece, while craftier people may find a way to circumvent their limits.

Happy Holi! Fight, win, and eat lots of yummy spring-themed goods!]

[ooc: We will not be monitoring balloon usage, so feel free to go over the limit! We just politely request that you refrain from using a godlike amount unless it would be IC for your character. Enjoy Holi, everyone!]
rewritethis: (head scratch)
[personal profile] rewritethis
[At the library in the afternoon or evening, you might notice a large pile of books in the middle of an aisle, occasionally emitting small but conspicuous bursts of blueish light. Look a bit closer and you'll discover an actual (tiny, irritable) person in there - along with a half-disassembled silver-coloured pocketwatch and some other bits of metal, several of which are covered in circular scratchings. Though no visible tools, curiously enough.

Why would Ed suddenly have a pocketwatch when he neither arrived with one nor has the slightest clue where to buy them? Well, when a counterpart of you from another world refuses to let you run off with their belongings despite you being basically the same person, what else is there to do except make a cheap knockoff out of whatever knick-knacks you can steal from Engineering class find? Just one problem: the watch doesn't do what he originally wanted it for. It doesn't do anything. It doesn't even keep good time... which probably isn't important for his purposes, but what does he know? He's never needed to care about any damn alchemical amplifiers before now.

So, after a few days of messing around with it, an unsigned BBS post goes up:]

Who here knows how to make a watch? Mine doesn't work.
gunbladegrrl: (Maria)
[personal profile] gunbladegrrl
[Maria has been engaged in some particularly worrying behavior lately!]

[For one, she missed a few days of classes. Which is a first (and in her intention, a last). Perhaps even stranger, she hasn't been training for a while. And that puts her on edge, tight and wound-up like a spring twisted too tight. Which has manifested as a tendency to stalk about Garden as if looking for something, though she never seems to find it.]

[Today, though, that tension and anxiety has eased slightly. On the other hand, Maria has finally again started to carry her massive duffel bag full of books and various items -- and by her expression as she walks through the halls, doing so clearly leaves her in pain. Pain she grits her teeth against and refuses to succumb to, but that's Maria.]

[Help her? Mock her?]
gunbladegrrl: (playful)
[personal profile] gunbladegrrl
[After classes ended, Maria had snuck off to Balamb Town without much notice, hoping once again that she'd find what she wanted there.]

[Now she's coming back in, with a massive (if almost feral) grin and a spring in her step that shouldn't be there when she's weighted down by her massive weapons case. But despite the burden, she's bursting at the seams with sheer delight.]

[What's up with that?]
eiusumbra: (Shadow: contemplating)
[personal profile] eiusumbra
[While the decorations for Valentine's Day came and went, Shadow still found a few stray hearts in less traveled areas of Garden. Instead of tossing them away, he takes them down and decides to make use of them.

As targets.

Armed with a long ranged rifle, Shadow is perched over a crate, aiming for the target a good forty feet away. He pulls the trigger, hitting dead center on one of them. Not bad.

This is the best way to celebrate Valentine's Day, in his opinion. Albeit late.]
wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
Because we've been posting here a lot lately, both the host/ess clubs and the movie screening are going to be in this post under different threads.
  • Host and hostess clubs: Cafeteria; boys 0800-1200, girls 1330-1630.
  • Movie screening: Quad; setting up from 2000, film starts 2100 and runs about an hour and a half.
  • eiusumbra: (Shadow: frowns)
    [personal profile] eiusumbra
    [After playing a bit of catch up on the BBS, Shadow encountered an odd message from Claire. It was succinct, as usual, and it didn't explain why she isn't around. It isn't like her to just disappear without a trace, unless it was the happenings of Time Compression. Again.]

    Where's Claire Farron?

    SeeD #83425


    With bit more digging around, he finds out that she left, giving some clue to her whereabouts just in case. It wasn't a good clue, since it's been a month, but it was better than nothing. It meant less hacking into the database for him. It also meant less time to waste. Without a note left behind, and essentials packed (tent, flares, food, medical supplies, etc), Shadow manages to get a lift to the nearest area of Claire's location.

    He'll start north of Esthar, make his way south, and ask people if they have seen this grumpy looking woman in the only photo he has of her.]

    What is she thinking when she left?

    [It'll take at least half the day, even with running, to traverse the wilderness. No thanks to the monsters.]
    espio: (o...kay?)
    [personal profile] espio
    Say you have a super-powered power source that's powered by the power of random. What in the world are you supposed to do with it? It's not like you can just shove it in your laptop and have infinite battery life forever.

    [Yeah, so Espio has a Chaos Emerald. His knowledge of its functions are as follows: create reality, destroy reality, and make a giant rock fly. All of which take more than one... not that he plans on levitating any islands.]
    eiusumbra: (Shadow: not amused)
    [personal profile] eiusumbra
    [One moment, Shadow was alone, minding his own business, and the next he's...still alone. Perhaps not much has changed besides not having Rouge and Omega around, but it doesn't mean he likes being transported to places against his will.

    At least he has been here before.]'re kidding me...

    [The first thing he does, besides look around in discontent, is go to a computer to check his own file. Sure enough, he's there, with his old student number to boot.]

    Did I miss anything?|

    SeeD #83425
    [identity profile]

    Hey Garden.

    Guess what.

    You're now trapped in the elevator.

    Maybe you were too lazy to take the stairs; maybe you just needed to get somewhere and this was the quickest way from A to B, despite the janitor's warnings (and the signs on every floor).

    Whatever the reason, it's too late! You're stuck in here. The lights are out, none of the buttons are working (or maybe they're jammed?), and it's unlikely you'd be able to pry open the doors — this elevator is one sturdy son of a gun, and between floors, there's nowhere to go.

    Anyway... who's that with you?]

    Cut for meme-speak! )
    wrnpcs: (Default)
    [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 )
    [identity profile]
    [Under most circumstances, Shurelia would have announced her return to Garden over the BBS; she was pretty sure someone out there had missed her, anyway, while she was gone, and she wanted to meet her new students.

    Under most circumstances, though, Instructors didn't normally get lost trying to find their way around Garden, now did they? Balamb Garden wasn't nearly as big as Ar Tonelico, but no sooner than she had returned did she have no idea where her classes were.

    But that's okay, that's cool, she'll just subtly try to find her way around, maybe follow someone that looks like they could be her student.... she's not lost, not at all!

    ... It'd be helpful if Meimei was here, though. The maintenance droid could help Shurelia out with this.]

    Ergh... which hallway was it down, again...?
    werepanther: ([pb] slightly nervous here)
    [personal profile] werepanther
    [As much as Tom hated to admit it, exercising in the Boxing room just wasn't cutting it out for him. Some of his colleagues suggested that he should get a workout in the training center, but as Tom saw it? That was less a workout and more a "excuse in killing monsters." The pacifist in him wouldn't agree to unnecessary fighting!

    So in the end, Tom settled for heading towards the pool. Granted, he hadn't had swimming classes in forever - and the werepanther in him hesitated the moment he walked onto the area - but anything had to be better than killing monsters for the sake of getting some fresh air and exercise.

    Throwing his towel onto one of the beach chairs, Tom walks towards the edge of the pool and takes a deep breath. It's okay, it's just water... he can dive in at any moment...

    Except he doesn't. Someone push the werekitty in already? It's pretty obvious, from the way he's flailing, that he's not going in anytime soon.]
    [identity profile]
    [well...this situation is very much different. She's not on the space station. Shadow isn't here. She's without Grandpa and the other scientists. She's also now enrolled in a military academy and asked to help fight a dangerous war.

    Is this the excitement she's been looking for?]

    Better to not look a gift horse in the mouth...

    [Fresh from her meeting with the Headmaster, Cid, she comes into the Quad, her bags toted, and her long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. She has the course catalog in another hand, and when she reaches a bench, she drops her bags at her feet.]

    Shadow, if you could see me now... [Sighing, she seats herself on the bench, sets the catalog in her lap, and tilts her head back against the bench boards.]'d probably not believe this is really happening.
    eiusumbra: (Shadow: B()
    [personal profile] eiusumbra
    [Shadow is walking around Garden, trying to lose track of the kittens that are constantly following him at his feet. They were Maria's, and with her gone, he doesn't want to keep them. At all. The kittens feel otherwise.

    So much scowling going on.

    The kittens sometimes get distracted and trip over their own paws, but do a damn good job of keeping up.]
    [identity profile]
    So, given that we off-worlders are here against our will, it's completely understandable that most of us want nothing more than to go home. You know - back to our friends, families and stuff. And enemies, I guess.

    Some of us get that wish, but it's just as unpredictable as us arriving here in the first place.

    But not all of us want to go home. Right?

    Or am I alone, here? Gotta say, the idea of being around people who'd ditch you without blinking is a little uncomfortable when you think about it.


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