talking to root vegetables

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[Ah, Friday. The Quad isn't somewhere Espio's found too often, unless he's looking for a certain someone, but he's gonna take fifteen minutes after classes to just relax and sit under a tree. Not that he's very good at relaxing, but he can try!

...with a turnip. Yes, he has a turnip next to him. No apparent reason, he just does.

And, though he hasn't realised he's doing it, he's actually talking to it. Not very loud, but sort of mumbling his thoughts on today's classes, why in the world he put all his electives on M/W/F this quarter, and how he's going to hurl that communication device on his hovercar at a wall if it continues to just plain not work.

You know. Exactly the kind of thing a turnip needs to hear about, right?]

Balamb Newsletter, Volume 2/Issue 1 {Spring Edition}

[wrnpcs]

[Come Friday morning, as students rise from their beds as usual, they may notice students and SeeDs alike reading a newsletter. It's a little late due to some last minute articles submitted to the GFC, but it's finally out! Looks like Garden has just released the Spring edition of the Balamb Newsletter. Issues are available for free on racks in the Cafeteria!]

( Get it here! )

[Action // Various places around Garden.]

[ex_strongerthanshelo_266]

[Serah never would have expected waking up to feel so weird, but this just didn't feel natural somehow. Having trailed one hand down her arm experimentally, she gave an absent little half nod at the feeling of flesh and not crystal under her fingers. None of this felt real, so maybe it had all been a dream? It couldn't have been though, the reassurance that was her engagement necklace stood as solid proof to that. Still she couldn't help but check her arm just to be sure, and to put any last doubts to rest.]

My brand! [She gasped out loud, hand flying to cover her mouth in shock.] What happened to it? [She traced her fingers down the strangely white marking on her arm thoughtfully. Just what did it mean? She didn't remember reading about anything like this in the history books.

Looking around her at the rather unfamiliar walls and corridors she couldn't help but shake her head in dismay. Even in her wildest dreams where she actually came out of crystal stasis, she'd always figured that Lightning and Snow would have been there waiting for her. She'd certainly never imagined waking up in a strange new world without them that's for sure! With letter and course catalog in tow, both read (or partially skimmed over in the case of the catalog), she then headed out to see just what all this supposed school had to offer. Though for all she knew, this could just be some really weird stasis fueled dream.]

[ooc: Feel free to bump into her in the halls or well anywhere on garden really, just put where you want the meeting to take place in the comment title.]

//01// [bbs]

[ossutamente.livejournal.com]

I'm new. nice to meet you.

I cant read the course catalog. what's time compression?

(Rokujo Miharu)

((ooc: All grammar mistakes are ic as he wasn't the, uh...most attentive student.))

1 - action

[misandrogyny.livejournal.com]

[The library here is strange.

Or maybe, Yoite supposes, it's pretty normal— he should have done more library-ing, before this place. Library-ing isn't a word, so he should probably discard that thought.

Schools are weird, he thinks instead.

He's only got two books, even if he's been in for over half an hour, now: an English dictionary (as he speaks only Japanese), and Calculus: Early Transcendentals, Single Variable. Having arrived only a short while back, Yoite's already decided that he doesn't like this place. It's unfamiliar (and he does so dislike unfamiliarity), he doesn't want to take classes (his last opportunity to attend them, he'd abandoned the idea a short while in, too uncomfortable with classmates and all), and he had been cozy where he was before. Sluggishly so, maybe, but what did that hurt?

The only saving grace is the fact that Miharu had come with him. The combination of other internal complaints, however, leaves Yoite near the exit to the library, close to a wall and glaring at the calculus textbook like it's personally offended him.

He might as well be a statue that blinks occasionally, for how stiff he is, now. Underneath the uniform jacket (which he also hates), he's wearing a turtleneck sweater, and he's missing his hat dearly right now, and— right. He's reading, apparently, as he stands, but can one read (numbers) very well when they're looking that intently at the pages?]

Pimping himself

[eggplantallergy]

[There's a new sign made by Gakupo in the Quad:

FREE STUDENT FOR TUTORING!
Inquire Within.

Oh! And sign up for the GARDEN FESTIVAL COMMITTEE!



Booyaka.

He's gone the route of selling himself, but not quite doing it right. Can one tell this is his first time in need of help?]