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[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[Squall still hadn't quite grown accustomed to this Garden of the future. It was strange, all the different faces in a place that was... ... ...well home, for lack of anything else. He'd missed a lot. Still he was part of Garden and he just had to get used to it. ...If he could get over his natural anti-social tendencies. He didn't really talk to people much of his own volition, but he'd been walking around more than he might have if this were the right time period, noticing things, matching faces with ranks and just getting a general idea of who all these people were.

Today you can find him in one of three places as I shamelessly rip off Japan's log format yep:

A You see Squall in the Quad, examining the Home Ec class's garden. At least until he gets too close to a certain tree and a flock of birds take flight, diving straight for him. Yes that is your Commander covering his head and trying to get away from a swarm of angered animals. No there's no dignity today.

B You see Squall in the Garage. He's looking over the latest cars Garden's acquired, hey he likes cool things what can he say. Goes with the belts. Too bad it'd be a total abuse of authority to take these out for a joyride...

C You see Squall in the Training Center, taking out some grats with a frown on his face. Hey the Commander's got to stay in shape too! It's really convenient Time Compression brought his gunblade along, he'd hate to have to ask where present Squall's is. Or present Squall is in general. ...He seriously hopes present Squall isn't dead or something, wow maybe he should stop thinking about this. Back to taking out those grats.]

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[fierybluebird]

[Takes A. What's the dealio commander? Birds are your enemy. Actually, that explains everything ever. Marco gives a sharp trill and whistling holds an argument with... the birds... to find out what's going on. Whatever, he deems it easier than talking to you personally.]

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[I have no clue I can only assume his ridiculous fur ruff made him get mistaken for a predator or something REALLY WOULD THIS SURPRISE ANYONE I've been killing too many polar bears in Vindictus. Anyways if they're going to stop attacking him to argue with Marco, he's totally going to stop and just let Marco do his thing. ...Yes he does this in the game a lot sob.]

[fierybluebird]

[Oh Squall, that's so special. And yeah. Marco is just gonna be over here talking the birds out of attacking Squall (FOR NOW -- remember that if Rinoa ever cries again, there will be bird attacks. SO MANY.) and then with a few chirps from Marco, gives them some bread and lets a few perch with him while he goes to talk to the Commander. You missed it Squall, but Marco's done entire D.C. rounds with a bunch of birds perched on his head and shoulders like it's the most natural thing ever. Really, it's a wonder more people at the Garden don't think he's the biggest freak there.]

Commander. [Polite nod.] You might to switch your shampoo. They seem to have taken offense to it. [He means this politely, really.]

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[Squall rolls his eyes, looking away. Why do people always talk to him like he's stupid? The things they say... If they don't say what they want from him, how is he supposed to know? But that's something for later. He'll just ignore this, for now.

Instead he looks at the tree the majority of the birds flew back to. He didn't think pets were allowed in Garden, but maybe that rule changed. Either way that's not his problem.]

Yours?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Option B--he'll find Kiden also in the Garage, straddling a certain Sentinel's hoverbike, inspecting the controls. The cars? She gives no shits in the face of a flying fucking motorcycle. ]

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[...Okay that's one bitching motorcycle he's not going to deny it. But wow that doesn't seem the right size for you Kiden considering Snow's like six foot something.]

...What are you doing?

[It looks ridiculous. ...Yes he's really this much of a party pooper lmao sob.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She glances up at him, calm and deliberate. The first of rule of looking innocent--don't ever look like you got caught doing anything. ]

Just looking. [ With a small smirk, she motions to the vehicle. ] Can you blame me?

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[Depends on how she defines looking. But he won't say that. Instead:]

You like bikes?

[granzerospear.livejournal.com]

_{[Option A, in which Cocona wonders if she should do or say something or just watch this....]}

Looks like you made them mad.

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[LOL so kind to your poor Commander]

Noted.

[Sob just... trying to head inside. Go away birds go away!]

[granzerospear.livejournal.com]

_{[LMAO excuse you she doesn't know who you are...]}

Need any help?

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[FFFFF she's probably not going to find out either, idk if that is a good thing or a bad thing ffff he manages to get inside so they back off, but one's stuck in is hair.]

No.

[He can just... yank this thing out... sure... If it'd stay still.]

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[OPTION A.

Japan just stares for a moment, and then goes to his default reaction. He takes a few pictures. Yup... Do you want to be in the yearbook, Commander...]

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[LMFAO WOW YOU ASSHOLE... He is so luck this isn't Seifer. As it is Squall's glaring and then after a moment's battle with himself waves some of the angry birds Japan's way. Have fun with that :|]

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

Hwohhh--!

[OH GOD LMAO curses foiled again... Well at least he got some pictures. He grips his camera for dear life and shoos them away with his other hand.]

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[That's nice. But Squall is standing next to him now. And if the birds are attacking Squall, and he's next to Japan, well... I hope you like some of that AoE Japan.]

Inside.

[You know, where the birds can't get them or something.]

As tempting as the birds would be, Option C it is

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Pelting pell-mell down the path comes a gunblade girl, a gunblade in each hand and a nervous look on her face. She glances over her shoulder as she rounds the bend, and whatever she sees (or doesn't see) must reassure her, since she slows to a halt, and--]

[Whoa! Hurriedly, she flips her right-hand weapon over her shoulder, slapping it into its magnetic holster, then delivers a fluid salute that's miles from the rough one she'd given him a few weeks ago.]

Sir!

XD! Option A is very popular FFFF

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, finishing off a grat and lowering his weapon before saluting back. Uuuh... ... ...he does not know her name whoops.]

We spoke before.

[Master of the obvious over here]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Yes, sir!

[She glances behind her again. Then relaxes, as the T-Rexaur doesn't smash through the foliage after her.]

{And then, she sidles casually closer, eyes fixed on his gunblade.]

[worthyheir]

[B. Damian is under one of the SeeD Personal Carrier Vehicles, for all intents and purposes taking the undercarriage apart. In reality he's simply seeing how different cars from this planet are from the ones he's used to from home. In short--he's homesick, and the act of tinkering with a car is reminding him a bit of home, where he was the current batmobile's primary mechanic (and creator). Regardless, he's making a lot of noise and a whole lot of mess.]

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[Spotting the mess Squall walks over. Hunh... He doesn't usually see many people in the garage, or he didn't back in his own time. He waits a time like the awkward guy he is before saying anything.]

Classwork?

[worthyheir]

[Pokes his head out from under the carriage.] No.

I was bored and wanted to see how these cars differed from the ones from my home.

[brightens]

[ Option A! Vanille had been chilling out in the quad when she spotted the Commander, and was about to go over and strike up a conversation— probably about the flowers... When he gets attacked by a Wild Flock of Angry Birds.

Welp. She'll rush over to try to help, anyway! ]

Shoo! Go away..!

[paradoxdestined.livejournal.com]

[Oh he... sort of remembers her. ...He's a jerk lmao. But he tries to wave the birds off some more before pointing at the door.]

Inside.

[You know, where they have to cease and desist, surely... right? sob]

[brightens]

Right! [ She gets it! And she keeps trying to wave the birds off while she circles around him and pushes against the small of his back. ]

Go, go, go!