o3. ♌ action | closed

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[It was past curfew, Nepeta knew she should be in her dorm. Especially given how many rules she had broken yesterday, and the fact that some instructors probably thought she was rabid now, it was probably be a good thing to lay low for a while. Unfortunately she still wasn't use to this whole being active during the day thing.

Sleep in general was something that was started to become hard for her to come by, having no sopor slime to keep the nightmares and visions of carnage that plagued trolls away. Her cave had never sported a recuperacoon, but until recent events she had always been able to deal without.

Not so much now, so it was no wonder that she was awake at this moment. She peeked her head out her door to see if there was anyone else, before hurriedly closing it and scampering up the stairs nearby.

Things had gotten minimally better as of late. She found herself being genuinely happy whenever she hung out with her room mate, Ronnae, and the kittens she and Greece now had gave her something to distract herself. Different people whether intentionally or not had brought her small moments of comfort but they only lasted so long, and like now she was desperate for someone to talk to.

Specifically, Karkat, and so here she was at the door to his dorm. She hesitated, by then gave a few soft knocks.]

All the action, all the time.

[toomanyverses.livejournal.com]

[This has been a profitable afternoon.

If by profitable you mean 'full of cats and catching them'.

Greece and Nepeta are returning to the Garden from their raid on town, cats and kittens alike either stowed away in huge cloth shopping-bags or under their clothes -- Greece's pockets especially are full of them.

But now they have to deal with the problem of hiding them all. Neither Greece nor Nepeta want to put them back where they came from, nor do they have the living space necessary to keep all the kitties happy.

Help a cat-lover out, would you?]

(OOC: Exactly what it sounds like. You can run into either Greece or Nepeta around campus, looking for spare rooms, and they'll try to give you a cat or three! Instructor-types will be distracted by Nepeta foaming at the mouth or something while Greece gets the fuck out of there with the payload.

Instructors who are trustworthy and want cats will only get foamed at for a couple of minutes :Db)

Grat Herding

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[With all these people disappearing and then reappearing, one of the native girls is getting really quite confused... but, y'know, at least she's stayed in one place! Applejack should feel grateful, but it's putting a right old delay on classes starting up again. This hard worker can't stand so much free time!

Honestly. She'd try to put up a stall somewhere and try and drum up some business, but either the delivery's been held up or Time Compression sent her apples into the future.

So, right now? She's training in the training centre. Or, more specifically, she's giving her dog Winona a work out.]

All right, you bring 'em all back here now!

[So yeah. She's herding grats.]

002 ◉ text ==> action

[oftime]

hey egbert
you got a minute
i have something for you

also
yet another musically inclined question for the masses
i already found the drums in one of the music rooms
so this place isnt completely cockblocking me from jamming
but anybody know if theres turntables in this world
or am i going to have to improvise
and find some record players to get old school on

turntechGodhead

[ Dave can be found milling around either at a computer outside the path to the Quad, or in the Quad proper. He happens to be wearing a jacket at the moment, and if one looks close enough they might notice that his pockets twitch every now and then. Yes, there are kittens in them. One each, in fact.

He doesn't appear to be too concerned about being caught with them, since he's pretty sure pets are allowed and he thankfully does not have a hoard of them like Greece and Nepeta did yesterday. Rather, he simply taps out a rhythm on the tops of his thighs, thumbs hooked in his pants pockets, occasionally doing some footwork as he waits around. ]

Mitsuru 001 || Orientation 101

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[Despite waking up in a new, bizarre place, and suddenly being dropped at what looks like a giant floating holiday ornament, Mitsuru is remarkably well collected.

The course catalog under her arm might explain some of that composure. She spent well over half the trip and the day pouring over it. The classes she's reviewed are a far cry from anything taught in Gekkoukan…But with the deluge of changes, studying and academics are what she finds herself focusing on. It keeps her grounded, if nothing else.

Which is why she's walking around the Garden NOW, instead of having to rush blindly about once she's registered and trying to find the classrooms. And she is moving about with a will; it takes a special talent to make boots click that loudly over marble, in such a wide space. She pauses after the first circle around the ground level, looking at the map and frowning as she tries to puzzle out the structure. She even murmurs a few phrases in French as she scans the board.]

"Je ne comprends pas…This place shouldn't be THAT hard to decipher and navigate."

[Giant walkways, pools, and fountains are also a far cry from the school she knows. Even when that school changes into a tower.]