[action || dorm || closed]

[tortileghostwriter]

[So after David first arrived at Garden and went through his first day, meeting Jade along with...some other individuals, familiar and unfamiliar all at once, he finally decided to go into the room he'd been assigned. Hopefully, Danny, you weren't enjoying your privacy too much, because a blonde kid in a purple shirt just barged in and dumped a whole lot of stuff onto one of the beds. Seemingly from nowhere. Two laptops(one of which is bright green), a weird hub thing, some plush toys and action figures, a pair of headphones, a pair of headphones with a screen, some books...is that a gilded Swiffer with a pink bandanna attached to it?

Shields, chainmail outfits, the list really goes on. Point being there's a guy(is that even a guy?) with a moving shadow in your room who just, to all appearances, pulled a whole lot of weird shit out of hammerspace and dumped it on the bed. Thankfully, it wasn't your bed.

Give him a minute, he hasn't noticed your presence.]

the SOS brigade wants YOU.

[needs-weird.livejournal.com]

[See Haruhi?

This is Haruhi memorising the Garden. Memorising the Garden and everyone in it. By walking around like she owns the place. Because she totally does, now.

She has also taken the liberty of sticking A4 printouts to pretty much every available surface. Walls, windows, boards, benches, even the directory. All of them contain the exact same image:



There's not even anything to explain what this image even means.]

BBS

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

Languages. I know you all speak them. Doesn't matter if you're using the translator or not, chances are you're speaking and writing in something.

I'm gonna need to know what that is, how well you do it, and if you can handle more than one.

This is just out of curiosity — no need to panic, unless you're the punk who left the Latin on the ceiling in the men's.

I'm onto you.

(OOC: No he's not. Feel free to attribute that graffiti to your character if it suits, though!

Also, Instructors/SeeDs/staff! This is your chance to bombard the Prince with clean-up requests. Don't worry if they seem small or insignificant, the Prince has a job to do and you're just ~*~helping him out~*~. The sillier, the better!)

01st stellar mage | action | quad

[heldheart.livejournal.com]

C'mon, Plue. This way...

[The Stellar Mage walks through the halls of Garden, a little white creature with a carrot-orange pointed nose following closely behind. She has her arms full of course guide, snacks, and cookies for Plue. The doors open in the halls and she finds herself in the Quad, and, seeing a bench, she quickly goes over, drops into a seat...and promptly collapses, exhausted. Her books and snacks go sliding to the floor all which ways.]

Huuuungh! Just great! And just when things were finally getting back to normal!

[She stops her whines to raise her head, blink at nothing, blankly, and then sigh.]

Yea. Irony is right. When is anything ever normal for me? At least I'm not tied up somewhere with some creep holding a flaming sword to my neck...

[While his Stellar Mage grumbles and gripes, Plue helps himself to some cookies, plopping down at the girl's feet, and shoving one after another treat into his mouth, wiggling his little legs.]