First red and blue [Video/Action]

[alienfromkansas]

[Action]

[Clark will be walking around today, getting acquainted with the building again. Everything's the same... yet different. When you spend almost a year outside you tend to fill your memories with a few touches of your imagination. He goes to the cafeteria, the training room, his own room... he touches the walls every now and then, he's feeling kind of nostalgic.

Feel free to say hi to him... and he'll probably come to you if he knows you. He's also wearing his Superman suit, if that makes any difference to your character.]

[BBS]

It's been a while, hasn't it? I didn't mean to get nostalgic but I kind of... got lost in the memories.

It's time for presentations I guess, isn't it? Some of you won't remember me. Most of you even, so it's only fair. My name is Clark Kent, and I will be your instructor if you need to improve your English. But I will always leave my door open if you have any kind of problems so do not hesitate to come to me. I can't promise you I will have all of the answers, but I can promise my best shoot and total confidence.

Trust me, I am good at keeping secrets.


That said, it'll be a pleasure to know you all, and also a pleasure to meet old acquaintances again as well.

Balamb Newsletter, Volume 2/Issue 3 {Summer Edition}

[wrnpcs]

[Come Wednesday morning, as students rise from their beds as usual, they may notice students and SeeDs alike reading a newsletter. It's finally out! Looks like Garden has just released the Summer edition of the Balamb Newsletter. The newest issues are available for free on racks in the Cafeteria!]

( Get it here! )

[action; open; main lobby, on his way to the training center]

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[Picking up the latest newsletter was probably one of his biggest mistakes yet - not counting his involvement with Ultimecia years ago of course. Seifer's read through most of the articles and stares down at the bold title of 'War Criminal to Face Possible Retribution: Seifer Almasy Case'. So many thoughts race through his mind, so many emotions (one's in particular that he's managed to put a mask over), even his heartbeat begins to quicken.

Fear? Adrenaline? Desperation?

Seifer can't tell, he can only stare down at the title and then at the picture of himself, faded and placed within the column. Twenty years later and nothing seems to have changed.

Now he begins to fervently skim the article, picking up on this and that. '...going as far as to say that Ultimecia has sent him from a time prior to her defeat in the Second Sorceress War to gather intel and find ways to avoid her inevitable fall.'

Bullshit..!

Not bothering with reading the rest he pushes himself up from the bench, grabs up Hyperion, and begins to storm off towards the Training Center. The papers are crumpled angrily in his hand.]

Like hell! [He snarls under his breath as he goes in response to the newsletter, dumping the balled up papers into the nearest garbage bin. Whoever he's bumped shoulders with, Seifer doesn't pause to look back - doesn't care, too lost in his thoughts. In the possibilities that maybe what they've written is true and he just doesn't even know it yet.

Seifer knows exactly how crafty Ultimecia can be-- but it's not something he wants to think about right then and there.]

{{ooc; feel free to be the one he bumped into, feel free to meet him at the TC, feel free to do-- IDK-- he's just clearly not in the best of moods! c:}}

1st [action]

[shirtandjeans.livejournal.com]

[Conner never thought he'd felt that nervousness that most kids get when entering a new school. He didn't feel it when he had to go to Ilupani, and he didn't feel it when he transferred to Smallville either. But the current situation he was in was slightly different. First off, he was in a world not his own. And there was the fact that he was stuck there with no knowledge of who anyone was. He was totally off his element.

He fiddles with his class list, looking them over. Conner had no idea what most of the compulsory classes were about, but there were other classes that seemed to be similar to the ones on Earth. Like chemistry. He was hoping to avoid that one, but no luck again.]

first note: [action!]

[themarchything.livejournal.com]

 [Oh hey, look! It's your friendly neighbourhood John Egbert, sitting in the quad with a large instrument of the woodwind persuasion sitting in his lap. Said owner is twisting two parts of the clarinet together in both hands experimentally, before raising the instrument to his lips in order to test.

He blows a very mangled C into the peaceful, afternoon silence of the courts and snorts with laughter, lowering it once more and continuing to methodically tune.

It really sucks when you travel through some weird inter-dimension summoning thing and it throws your clarinet outta wack!]