[identity profile] musagetes.livejournal.com

For the new students who arrived while I was away on my mission, I'm Apollo Cynthius. I'll be teaching First Aid with Instructor Botan and Studio Art. Feel free to come by my office at any time. If I'm not there, try the studio or the quad. I look forward to meeting you.


[You get multiple options!

A: Apollo is in the studio, working on a painting. It's hard to tell what it's going to be, but it's obviously going to be pretty epic. He's here from about 8 in the morning to lunch.

B: Apollo is in the quad after lunch, tuning a guitar. It's not his favorite instrument, but it's easier to find here than a lyre. He's here from lunch until about six in the evening.

C: And now he's in his office, doing paperwork. He's here from six until he goes to bed at ten. The observant might notice what looks like a golden bow and quiver of arrows tucked away safely.
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[personal profile] piechemist
Huuuh? Did you guys really move while I was gone? Awww, I really wanted to see Garden fly, too!

Wow, though! There's a looot of people here now- this is really neat! Hi, everyone! I'm Rorona. I teach Chemistry and Tailoring, but I can also teach alchemy, too! It doesn't count for credit, though.

Did anyone miss me?

-- Rorona ☆


[Who is that weirdo loitering outside the shops in Fisherman's Horizon looking like she's starving?

... It's totally not Rorona why do you ask.]

Wahhh... I don't think I have enough...
[identity profile] easilytriggered.livejournal.com
[In some slightly off-the-beaten-path part of the quad today, there is a giant pie, and by giant, you could say that several grown men could fit inside of it comfortably--it is, however, oozing apple filling and not... blood or something else onto the grass, so perhaps that's a comforting thought. On top of said pie, there's a rather odd assortment of other baked goods: muffins, strudals, loaves of bread, cookies...

It's a surprisingly expansive list! The odd thing about the pile, however, is how nothing appears to be of the normal size; everything is either too big or too small. There are doughnut holes larger than your head, and yet, at the same time, there are cinnamon rolls you could fit on a fingernail.

Well, at least they taste good? If you're brave enough to try one at least.

Oh, right, there's also a guy seated a few feet behind the giant pile of baked goods, leaning against the base of a tree. He appears to be surveying the stack with mild interest as he munches on a cookie the size of a hubcap.
[identity profile] martin-sorvat.livejournal.com
[Look at all these trolls posts, I'm falling down all of them, seriously. Homestuck, Homestuck, Homestuck.]

[But no seriously, someone is having some troubles, he's practically a one man demolition team but you might not notice right away since he spent most of his day in his apartment trying to get used to the fact that he could could lift his couch. Seriously, holy, glubbing, carp. Anyways, fish puns aside, he's finally decided to venture out, which means almost ripping his door off the hinges after accidentally ripping off the toilet seat and rippping 4 of his shirts before managing to get one on.... FINALLY heading over to the main building now.]

[His entrance probably would go unnoticed ...if, he hadn't shut that glass panel door so hard that the entire thing shattered behind him, causing him to jump and turn around, shrugging his head into his shoulders as he stares wide eyed at the shattered door behind him.]


Well blimey...
[identity profile] waylights.livejournal.com
ATTN: students in SPC 101 and ROC 101

I apologize, but I must absent myself from class for the next few days due to illness. A subsitute professor will be provided, and in the case of SPC 101, this will not affect your upcoming finals. Any questions concerning the material covered so far should be forwarded to the substitute, and if not, posted here or slipped under my office door to be reviewed as soon as I am able.

- Instructor Elika


[ Elika is laid up in her room, skin ash-gray from the pain that she's been carrying for a few days now. It flickers on and off, in increasingly powerful bursts. At first she grit her teeth and managed, but it's become so unbearable lately she's been forced to take leave.

What's worse is that no one in the infirmary could see signs of anything wrong: no redness, no welts or swelling, nothing strange in the blood or skin, no change in diet or exercise. Eventually, forced to admit they couldn't find a cause, they sent her back to her room with orders to rest.

The pain is strongest in the throat and chest, but it snakes all the way to her arms and even her feet. She would normally use her magic to dull the pain, but her powers seem weakened by the illness. Seems all she's got left to do is bear it until it passes. Come visit her with well-wishes? ]
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[personal profile] werepanther
Say it's your friend's birthday tonight. How would you celebrate it? Personally, I'd head down to the bar pub restaurant and treat him to a good dinner, but I'm curious as to what you guys think. Sometimes the same old gets a little boring, so... what do you guys do to shake things up?

Just keep your suggestions PG-13. I'm pretty sure kids're still reading this thing, even if they're not very vocal about it.

- Instructor Tom Bronson

[As par for the course, Tom's hanging out in front of the local bar tonight. One has to wonder if he'll actually get kicked out for loitering around one of these days... Tom certainly remembers the days of hanging around the bars and getting treated as some suspicious creep just because he didn't actually go in for a long period of time.

He gives someone the Look before continuing to wait outside. Leaning against the wall, he folds his arms and stares up at the night sky. It's a lot prettier here in Fisherman's Horizon - and he can actually see the stars a lot better than back home - and for a moment, it takes his breath away.

... Right, he's waiting for someone. It'd probably be better to look ahead than up, but Tom doesn't seem concerned with that at the moment. If someone's looking for him, they'll know where to find him.]

[ooc | backdated to the 16th because I can't get things up on time. ;~; As usual, strikes're backspaced.]
[identity profile] butwedonot.livejournal.com
 [ Rocking forward onto his toes, nimble fingers snag a book from one of the shelves and draw it down to tuck under his arm. It was easiest, most days, to find Professor Xavier in the library or in his office. As of late, more so the library, picking up new bits of information for the students and welcoming any questions that might need answering. If nothing else he was a friendly man, albeit a tad arrogant at times. A few steps to the side and down another aisle he pauses as he slides a chess stratagem book he plucked secondly from the shelf over the much heavier mathematical biology book. Wrapping his arms securely about the set he makes his way down toward the public computers. He had a simple little note to put up before he decided to slink back to his office and spend the evening reading; ]

Dear TAC 101 & BIO 101 Students;

While I have always been one to appriciate creativity in most forms, I find that writing a section into your essay of 'why it should get an A' is more detrimental than anything otherwise to your grade. I'm not going to point anyone out specifically, but those few know who you are. I simply didn't count the section toward your overall word count and have sent the essays back to your inbox. 

Other than that everyone seems to be doing rather well, I'll see you in class.

Professor Charles Xavier

[ OOC: You can bugger him on BBS or anywhere from the library to his office. Also, hi! ]
[identity profile] kissmydamask.livejournal.com

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! )
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[There seems to be a festive atmosphere all throughout Garden. Why? Because it's the Homecoming Carnival! The Garden Festival Committee has been hard at work all morning and when 1300 hours strikes, it's finally open for everyone to enjoy.

There's a map on the Directory which shows where everything is located:


Have fun, Garden!]

[OOC: As noted, this has been backdated to last Friday. So as not to exclude new characters who came in after, though, it can be assumed that their arrivals were backdated so they can participate.

PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL WE HAVE FINISHED PUTTING UP THE SUBCOMMENTS. Thank you! We're done posting the subcomments, you can go ahead and jump in!

EDIT: Also, we forgot to mention: Players can assume that characters take different shifts which allow for everyone to enjoy other parts of the carnival as well instead of being stuck manning a booth the whole night. For Dunk Tank and Kissing Booth, it's best to leave your character's name in the subject of their comment to start off their thread to indicate their shift. Thank you!

EDIT 2: FORGIVE US! We forgot to mention that there is a price for some of the attractions at the carnival. This is a fundraiser where the money can to go whatever the Garden Festival Committee sees fit; we'll let the players and their characters decide on that front. Here's how the pricing goes:

KISS: 2 gil each
CARNIVAL GAME: 1 gil per game
FACE PAINTING: 2 gil per person
FOOD STALLS: We'll leave this up to characters to decide.
DUNK TANK: 5 gil for 3 balls, 10 gil for 10 balls
FORTUNE TELLING: 3 gil per reading

We hope this clarifies things!
[identity profile] hypocriteonjl.livejournal.com
[It doesn't matter where you are in the garden; if you're in a public area, you now see what appears to be a giant red and white robot casually walking around, like it's totally normal for giant robots to be wandering the building.  This is Gavril, both reacquainting himself with the building as well as testing out parts of his armor's computers.  He had been messing with it before his arrival, and he had to make sure everything was in proper order.  Don't worry, nothing appears to be malfunctioning.

Anyone want to mess with the robot?]

Hello again comrades!  So much change appears to have happen since I leave.  So much new faces!  I am Gavril Ivanovich, and I am new Instructor Engineering.  What is to be spoken for me?  Back home I was on new Justice League International.  Was big superhero group for superhero around world.  Superhero name is Rocket Red.  Rocket Red is also name of super power unit in Russia.  I was Captain of Rocket Red brigade but I leave because we not agree ear and ear.

I have talk too much!  Instead I wish to learn about new people!  Is anyone in the engineering on Tuesday or Thursday?  Do not be shy, talk to Gavril!


Jul. 23rd, 2011 12:08 pm
[identity profile] expiries.livejournal.com
[It's morning, and Rolo is seated in the corner of the cafeteria. A half-eaten porridge, a cellphone with a locket, a ring signifying Emerald sponsorship, an issue of the Balamb Newsletter, a course catalog and a small notebook lay on the table. Presently, Rolo is focused on the last two and scrawling away on the notebook over what courses to take as he refers back to the catalog every so often. His free hand rests on the cellphone, away from the reach of others.

He isn't all too keen about officially enrolling, but there's little else he can do and it may be better to take this approach until he learns more.

Magic and monsters, huh?

after lunch;
[Once course enrollment business is taken care of, Rolo heads to the dormitory he's been assigned for the first time. He stops in front of the door to A205. He isn't hesitating; it's only a place, he has nothing to pause about. Rather, the thought that someone else could be in there crosses his mind. A dormitory generally houses more than one person, doesn't it?]

(ooc: Feel free to hit him up in either location or in-between!)
[identity profile] wingsofvirtue.livejournal.com
[ Having just arrived and found herself in a strange place, Colette's first course of business is to find her friends. She feels ill at ease without Lloyd at her side, and she's worried about Genis and the others. That is why she's standing in the lobby and approaching an occasional passer-by. ]

Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a boy with spiky brown hair and red clothes? Oh--maybe you don't speak the same language as me. Here, I have a picture.

ooc cut for size )

01 | bbs

Jul. 22nd, 2011 11:47 am
[identity profile] wasonceabeast.livejournal.com
Greetings, Garden. It has been sometime since I have returned to Garden, though I suppose the time passed was not ill spent. The sight of new faces is a pleasant surprise. To my old classmates, I wish you well, and to my wife, wherever she be within the academy, searching for me...

...I did not paint that word across the Quad wall.

I would also like to say my hellos to Prince. I hope that you have been well.

011 [BBS]

Jul. 22nd, 2011 01:14 am
[identity profile] shops-a-lot.livejournal.com
I'm planning a shopping trip for Homecoming this weekend if anyone wants to join me. Everyone is welcome. I'd be happy to give fashion advice to anyone who wants a few suggestions.

If you want to come, be at the front gate at 10am this Saturday.

[identity profile] ofherfate.livejournal.com
[Stacked in her arms are books. She may have read these particular books multiple times already during her stay at Garden before leaving to travel the world, but they have always been her favorite in terms of politics. Padmé's on her way from the library and cautiously weaving her way through the cadets towards the quad to exit out into the courtyard to read under the sun.

Padmé's dressed in an elegant choice, clothing she was transported in, with her hair half pinned back and the rest left to hang in loose curls around her shoulders. She looks to be managing just fine, but feel free to walk with her if any instructors wish to or if there are any cadets in (or interested in taking) her two courses; (PSI 101) Political Science & (INT 101) International Relations.
[identity profile] freewolfmoon.livejournal.com
[Lunch is almost over, and cadets are just starting to filter (reluctantly or otherwise) back to their classes when a distinctive newcomer walks in from the front gate. Take your pick of what makes him so distinctive: the spiky black armor and huge sword slung across his back, the tense scowl, or the pointed ears. He moves slowly at first, with a tension-filled caution, but picks up speed as he makes his way into the lobby. In one hand he holds a course catalog--at a slight distance from his body, as if he finds it distasteful. He finally stops not far from the directory.]


[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]

They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.

[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]
[identity profile] silencesenshi.livejournal.com
[Hotaru had arrived only a little while ago. However, she had been through plenty of strange things in her life--being a cyborg, rebirth, holding a second personality, the Dead Moon Circus, et cetera. So this? This isn't so completely out there that she panics. She takes it all in stride. And in fact, currently, she seems rather calm, hands resting on the directory and the twelve-year-old looks over it and memorizes it. Hotaru's eyes are wide with fascination as she takes note of just how big the Garden is.

She also takes note of the library. She'll definitely be perusing those books.]
[identity profile] off-beet.livejournal.com
[ To say that Luna is taking being thrown into an alternate dimension rather well is an understatement. At first it was a little alarming to find herself waking up to an enrollment of an entirely different education program after just leaving Hogwarts, to say the least. But after reading the letter sent by the Headmaster explaining the time compression - of course, it had to be time compression - Luna's thoughts were placed on the 'at ease' spectrum of panic.

Currently, she can be found wandering around in the quad area of the Gardens, Headmaster Cid's letter placed firmly in her hands and a quizzical if not vacant aspect to her stare. Anyone passing her will receive the following inquery: ]

Excuse me, but do you perhaps know where I might find some seeds?


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