Time Compression is just...awful? [ACTION]

[eiusumbra]

[Here's Shadow, staring out the window in the hallways. Or it seems that he is, but he's actually looking at his reflection in the glass, still so confused. Just yesterday he was just slightly over three feet tall and a hedgehog, and now a serious growth spur occured.

Oh, right. Also human

A gloved hand goes through his hair. Hair. And these new clothes. What...is he supposed to do with clothes? Humans and their need to cover up.

It's obviously still him, if anyone knows him and bothers to look at the signs.]



...great.




(ooc: Shadow is a victim of Time Compression, and is now human.)

[ Action || Quad ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Here's a troll who's been keeping his head down lately. Between his full class schedule and udder lack of social graces, not mention his aversion to sunlight, he's kept himself holed up in his room.]

[But today is a nice, slightly overcast day, so he's taking what little free time he has to sit out in the quad and draw. He sits beneath an umbrella he's set up, a navy blue blanket spread out beneath him, and a box of pencils at his side (on the other side, there's a box for the splintered remains of the pencils that shattered in his grip).]

[Anyone who gets close enough to see what he's drawing will get an eyeful of robots, musclebeasts, anatomical sketches, and a rather sharp, pointed glare]

video feed | text

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

[The video is focused on a young cat sitting before a cup of what looks like to be juice. It stares at the camera before dipping its face into the cup.]

[The video feed cuts and blue text appears.]

Leijon you g8ve me a defective cat! Seriously, it can't even hiss right on top of this!




[ooc; Vriska's cat is a little smaller than Winston (the cat in the video) and there obviously wasn't any text at the end of the video.]

01 | action, arrival

[shotgunbunny.livejournal.com]

[This place again? Well, it isn't so bad. Of course, she'll probably later get an earful for tracking dirt on the freshly polished quad floor. Oh well. If the janitory wants to pick a fight, that is just fine with her. He should just know that Fran is in no real mood to start a squabble. But then...when is she ever? Unless Balthier's butt is on the line, she's content to be idifferent.

She walks over the nearest bench and drops her duffles and carry-ons. She'd traveled light for the trip in the first place, so she'd only taken one and two packs that weren't heavily filled or very large in weight.]

Hmm.

[She pulls the letter from Cid from her pocket and seats herself next to her bags. She's already read it once, but she'll re-read it again until someone comes by. She's not really a social kind of person, but one thing she's learned while at Garden that forever remains a constant? You never really can have a moment to yourself.

So Fran welcomes interruption.]

01 | action, hours after arrival

[pilotypical.livejournal.com]

[Standing in the middle of the Quad, in red-and-white t-shirt and tight jeans with flip-flops is Garden's latest arrival, an ex-theEND pilot with long, pink hair pinned up in a ponytail and barrettes, and a map of Garden in her hands. She's looking at it intently, smiling contently, and looking a little more than eager.

This is Garden's new cook for the cafeteria. Miss Anemone. Ex-theEND pilot. Ex-Corolian experiment. Ex-enemy of Gekkostate. Ex-enemy of the Corolians. And while she'd been a little loud and annoyed a couple hours ago in Cid's office, she's quite giddy and excited now. She will now be able to cook all the delicious and tasty sweets that she so adores. With her own two hands. Maybe when Dominic comes here, or she eventually goes back home, then she can show him her outstanding new cooking skills! It'd really impress him!

Yes! Anemone is very confident that this is quite possibly the best idea that she's had, aside from dating Dominic and taking in Gulliver. She already has a list of ingredients she'll need for her very first self-cooked meal!]

...now where can I get some strawberry jam?

♛ 01 → action/library

[paradisiacally.livejournal.com]

[It had been a couple days, yet she was still so angry. She could hardly remember the last time she was this angry.. which was odd, considering how prone she was to anger. Being the rebel princess she was, she hadn't been attending the 'classes' she was told to, and instead confined herself in the library, reading book upon book about.. well, everything. Magic, history of the world she was now in, mythology and folklore.. anything that could provide an answer on a way to get back.

Of course, she could only go so long with no rest. Ashe is currently out cold, sitting at a desk. Her head is resting on top of a large red book, (an encyclopedia, by the looks of it) gently snoring.

Wake her up?]

1st Petal- Action | Arrival | Library

[too-sublimed.livejournal.com]

[Complete quiet and warmth were the first things that met him when he came to. Opening his eyes was almost too hard a task. He could not remember a time when sleep had been so peaceful. It was sort lived, however. Yuu’s heart skipped a beat when his eyes focused and he didn’t recognize his surroundings.

He was quick to slip out of bed and hide between it and the wall. He took a quick peak over the mattress, hoping no one had seen him. Where was he? None of the Order’s rooms he’s been to had the attributes this one possessed. It didn't help that the last thing he remembered before waking was cold and two figures looming over him. A voice, deep and raspy, was chanting something in the background, but besides that, nothing was clear enough to give him the slightest clue as to what happened.

Yuu waits in his hiding spot for a couple of minutes before he, ever so quietly, made his way to the door… Which had no handles. Before he could question said door, it opened once he approached it enough and, not questioning why, left his room.

His first thought was to find Alma (if he was even there) and get out before they were taken back.

The surroundings that met him were unlike anything he’s seen before. The overall feel, the way it was lit and even the smells were different.

Wherever this place was, it wasn’t the Order.

After a while of hiding from the occasional passer-by and searching, Yuu stopped when he arrived to what looked like a library. A bit overwhelmed by his current situation, alone, tired and hungry, Yuu sat down at a lonely corner, tucked his knees close to his chest, and hid his face in his arms.]