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!]
So, Kirby is in the lobby right now, searching for his cake because that's the most important thing. Clearly. He's also holding the letter that all people receive upon their arrival, but since he can't read, Kirby is just lugging it around. After wandering around a bit, he may walk up to you and ask one simple question.]
Have you seen my cake? The flavor is strawberry and it's really good!
So of course, he's taking the opportunity to inspect every last inch of campus tonight for potential idiots to troll.
A) He stops by the cafeteria just before closing to munch on a cookie (and maybe some milk). It's a brief visit, but enough to give the place the once-over...
B) Just as he gives those empty classrooms a second glance. If he's feeling especially mean, he'll turn the lights on, just to make sure the janitors've gone home, but he's not ruling any suspicious behavior out either.
C) And with the murdercat temporarily gone (there were reports of a werecat, but Damian's not sure if they mean murdercat or Instructor Bronson), he's off to the Training Center! Technically, he can't give people detention here, but he can certainly give his toughest glare and hope that people'll leave before he threatens to fight them.
D) After all's said and done, he'll be trooping back to his room for maybe 4 hours of sleep. Life as a vigilante means that sleep is for the weak. No sleep, only justice!!]
[Tapping the camera, here.]
Hugo Hugo Hugo Hugo Hugo!
Not Hugo? Well... you can follow. Or, you know, stalk, but this is specifically for Hugo.
[Throws himself back into his seat.]
Let's go to Timber! On the train! Been a long time since I've been on a train. Well... [shrug] I was on a shuttle bus not long ago, but... no let's not talk about that. [No, really. Let's not. That was one of the most terrifying experiences of this particular regeneration.]
Now, obviously we can't disturb your classes, education's important, but a little extracurricular Geography-History-And-Stuff won't hurt. So, weekend it is.
All right then?
[You may be fortunate enough to find a pony in your class, if you have one with her! She's sitting eagerly at her desk for the academic ones, and... for the sciencey ones like Engineering and Physics, looking just a little bit nervous under her smile. She spends a LOT of time checking her books and terminal, and looking worried when she thinks no one is looking.]
[During the free time after classes, Rainbow takes to the Quad to play with her pet, Tank -- who is distinctive not just for being a turtle, but a turtle with a magic-powered helicopter on his shell, so he can fly around with her.]
[OOC: As usual, just say where you're meeting her!]
A whole two days, mind you.
This is a simply horrendous situation - a whole two days stuck in one spot? That's just ridiculous - practically unheard of! Well, okay, not totally unheard of, but very, very unlikely. But, with no TARDIS, and time being all screwed up, there wasn't really much else to do. How... boring.
Still, he had to admit meeting a whole assortment of people from numerous different realities wasn't something that even a Time Lord got to do very often. He could do without the "military school" thing and the guns, but if this was where all the interesting people were being welcomed, he could handle that for the time being.
Then he would go and fix it. Somehow. Without the TARDIS. No, really. He's brilliant and he can do it, he's sure of it!]
[And yes, he's talking to himself.]
after The Library, this library is miniscule.
[Meet the Garden's new librarian, stacking shelves. It's not a position he's all that familiar with really, but he supposes he'll get a few "off-worlders" popping in. Maybe they could have a chat.]
It's been a while. Nice to see the tech's made some improvements since I've been gone. Those old terminals were a pain. This laptop's a piece of junk, but at least I can take it with me.
Heard there's a bunch of new people since I left. Sounds like an excuse to party if you ask me. Anyone got any bright ideas?
While I'm at it, is there anyone I know left around this joint? You'll be happy to know I didn't go make a fool of myself in the training center this time. Damn dinosaurs.
[It's true. He's not going to go "prove himself" in the training center this time... at least not yet. Not without some magic under his belt anyway and maybe a weapon (or three) at least. Instead he's prowling around pretty much everywhere but the training center trying to see what all has changed since he saw it last. Feel free to bump into him anywhere. He's got his papers in hand so anyone can probably figure out he's new even if they're not familiar with him.]
Can't believe it's been about six months. This time compression stuff is still nuts.
Hello Garden Dwellers,
I am having an issue with my standard Garden cadet uniform. I am not at all fond of the cut and location of the hem.
[ Translation: her medieval sensibilities make showing her legs not an option! ]
I am, however, quite adept at sewing. If anyone knows where I might obtain fabric, needle, thread and perhaps some beading I would be in your debt. If anyone is interested in a dress or anything else please do not hesitate to let me know.
[All it took was the blink of an eye really. One minute he was standing with the other parts of himself and the stupid variants around the U-DO terminal, and the next minute he was in a far more pleasant place. Shuffled into an office that looked too much like his fathers, and handed a letter that made no sense, he was ushered back into the grounds and set loose.
So now, dear citizens of the Garden, you find a boy sitting in the middle of the path with a very clear 'Now what the hell do I do' crossed with a 'deer in the head lights' look on his face. ]
Where is...where is the rest of me?