[cafeteria; open]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Cafeteria. Lunch hour. Monday.

Zuko's got his tray in front of him, seated off to the left of the line a few rows over. He's by himself of course, the rest of the seats available for anyone who so wishes to join 'Scarface' (as dubbed by Kiden).

Normally he's not in a chipper looking mood; it looks like today's no different. But hey ... when you have someone break into your dorm room and attempt to assassinate you in your sleeptry to leave death threats... oh and then your supposed best friend is depressed because you're dating the girl he wanted so bad...

Yeah.

Not the best past two or so weeks.]

[courtyard; open]

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[With Hyperion rested up against the edge of the bench, Seifer's got his legs spread like a man seated all casual like and like he doesn't give an eff, a random weapon's magazine in hand. He's doing some random reading on gunblades, or at least what's changed in the past twenty years. He wants to know if they've become lighter, faster - not that his precious Hyperion's not fast and light enough as it is, but she could always do with an extra modification.

Too bad Seifer's not really paying much attention to what's on the pages because nope, this guy has got his eye set for anyone who might be deserving a detention.

And 'sides - and not that he really cares, because he doesn't (lololokyeahright) - hearing that Quistis is a runner up for this ridiculous Homecoming Queen business... why wasn't he mentioned as king?

Seifer is totally king material. Respected, admired, hated, feared - oh yeah - definitely top notch king material.

On a snort, the blond flips a page, peering up from his magazine.]

[action]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[Espio is... everywhere today.

No, really. Everywhere. The chameleon is running around the Garden, doing repeat circuits of all the classrooms, all the main facilities, outside, and even the dorms, growing increasingly agitated as whatever-it-is he's trying to look for fails to turn up.

Oh man. Still, after seeing Espio dashing past fifteen times, anyone could start wondering what's up with him.]

[Action]

[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.]

The Saddest Reaper EVER.

[redcinemareel]

[Sitting in an isolated place in the Garden, somewhere away from just about everyone, is Grell beneath a tree. She's holding a stuffed animal in her hands, looking at it. Knowing who gave it to her. Who is no longer here.

Never has Grell looked so...lost. She sighs and leans back against a tree, hugging the plush toy close.]


...is it even worth making connections anymore?

(fifth act) multiple choice!

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

SCENE ONE
[Instructor Evans is on a mission, striding towards...Tom's office? Who would have thought our artsy instructor would be seen on the fighting side of things?]

SCENE TWO
[Or actually fighting, for that matter! Sharpay is spending a bit more time in the training center lately, kick boxing her way through the Grat population with Blizzaga junctioned to her elemental attack. Breaking a sweat only puts a satisfied smirk on her face.]

SCENE THREE
[She's also doing what appears to be her usual marking out in the quad, enjoying the summer sunshine. This time is a bit unusual up close, though: Though she does have some assignments by her side and there's an open notebook next to her with some improv games written down, there is also a formalwear catalogue on top of that notebook, and the movements of her pen in a notebook look more like doodling than writing.]