Move to Fisherman's Horizon

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[At exactly 1000, the announcement bell chimes over the intercom.]

Good morning, Balamb Garden. It is 1000 hours on Sunday, August 7^th. We will be moving to Fisherman's Horizon today at 1200 hours to begin renovations in the dormitory wing to accommodate our growing number of students as well as other upgrades throughout the school.

Due to the construction, all persons living in the dormitories will be moved to the inn to stay. Though we may be in a new city, we must stress that all Garden Codes of Conduct will be enforced even in the inn, including curfew. All SeeDs should be strict to enforce school rules as it is important to maintain a professional image to the citizens of Fisherman's Horizon. We will give two days for everyone to pack their essentials to take to the inn; please be prepared to move to the inn at 1900 hours on Tuesday, August 9th.

Classes will continue throughout our stay in Fisherman's Horizon, so please note that there will be a short commute of a ten minute walk from the inn to where Garden is docked at the harbor.

This concludes today's announcements. Have a wonderful day, Cadets.

[The announcement ends, and the intercom clicks off.]
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[ a c t i o n ]

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[ Harry's read the letter twice and he's now wandering through Balamb Garden with his wand tucked safely inside his jacket pocket. He's cautious and slightly wary, but having decided to heed the note of caution in the letter, he's not about to brandish his wand like a weapon or use magic unless completely necessary.

The very last thing Harry remembers is that after having defeated Voldemort, and after having been sleep-deprived for days, he'd headed straight to bed the moment he had arrived at the Burrow.

Despite his apprehension, Harry had gone straight to exploring the area. So far, he's been to the Front Gate, walked through the lobby twice, took the elevator up to the second floor, poked his head into one of the vacant classroooms and passed through the Ballroom on his way downstairs.

Hungry now, he's decided to head over to the cafeteria. He figures he'll eat first and then maybe take a look at the letter again before perusing the course catalog. ]

::ooc::

Feel free to bump into Harry in any one of the locations mentioned!

002 *Action* *Open* Muliple Choice

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Option A:


[Selphie is standing outside of the training center. The hallway is silent except for the occasional footsteps echoing from the surrounding halls. She is clutching an over-sized pair of nunchaku. The usual cheery grin is absent from her face. She looks...off. Tense. Worried.  A worried hand is twirling in her hair, displaying her agitation. She turns to face the door leading into the training center. her expression shifts into one of passionate determination. Her nunchaku clatter together as she takes a step forward.]


Option B:


[It is late in the evening and the school library is silent.Well, silent save for the rather loud snoring coming from a corner of the room. Snoozing lightly, Selphie is sitting at a table with her head on a open book. She had been  reading excitedly about a few of her favorite things when all those sleepless nights helping the GFC caught up with her. She just sort of collapsed mid-sentence on top of her book. Feel free to disturb her.]


Option C:


[A light clicking of a keyboard echos through an empty classroom somewhere in the school. Selphie sit is the classroom, her eyes attached to the screen of a Study Panel. For once, the hyperactive girl is still and focused. It is almost a shock to see her like this , in contrast to he usual demeanor. Every so often she will stop and leans back to gaze at her handiwork. If you happen to look over Selphie's shoulder you'll see a brightly colored website in the making.]

Let's Blitz. [Open | Action | The Sea, post-arrival in Fisherman's Horizon]

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[It's no sphere, but a sea will do in a pinch for training.]

[After putting up a sign or two at the ramp that leads from Garden to the city proper, Jecht has jumped into the water not far from a ladder down. A wide triangle defined by three discs he'd hung from the city's side marked a goal, into which the instructor lazily kicked his blitzball with perfect accuracy.]

[His latest trick: hurling the ball high up into the air from under water, then bursting up after it as it began to slow in midair -- almost forty feet up. As his body reaches that height as well, he lazily flips upside-down, spinning round to hammer the ball with a bicycle kick that sends it blazing towards the goal like a launched missile, so fast it visibly distorts into a squashed oval.]

[A real goal would've had a net to catch and absorb the ball's motion, but that's okay. As it rebounds off the wall viciously enough to shake dust and debris loose, it bounces back towards Jecht -- who'd aimed it skillfully enough that all he has to do is pluck it neatly out of the air before he plunks back down into the water with barely a splash.]

002 ♥ Action

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Chapter 1: The Library

[A smile alights Belle's face, her being thoroughly engrossed in the current book within her hands as she sits at an otherwise unoccupied table in the library. She's appears to be quite far gone within her reading and seemingly unaware of everyone else within the room, let alone near by. It's not hard to imagine that a herd of chocobos could be running about, darting in and out of the shelves, jumping from atop the computers, and she wouldn't bat an eye.

However... as you approach, she speaks up without ever looking up from her book. Her voice is soft, as you're in the library after all, but not as distracted as you'd imagine from the bookworm SeeD.]

The other seats are not in use nor being saved, if you need to get some work done.




Chapter 2: Cafeteria

[It's a strange sight, to those who know Belle, but instead of a book in her hand as she eats, she's going over ... paperwork.

Alright, perhaps not that strange of a sight, but strange enough for the well known bookworm. Of course, even an instructor should take time to go over their lessons and grade work. While she isn't naive enough to think that her students are eager to get their assignments back as soon as possible, or in dire need of homework assignments come Monday, she's focused upon getting these tasks completed and ready. Nothing shall distract her from this chosen course of work!

Except, you, if you'd like. Go for it.]

001 ► Action

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[The Garden's really a sight for sore eyes. She's been away long enough that it brings her feelings of nostalgia, even if it's not really her home. It'll have to do and it's the best she has. Her first stop for the day is the cafeteria where she eats a terribly filling brunch (and her portions are nothing to sneeze at). She takes her time, watching the students and listening in on what she's missed while she's been away.

It doesn't take her long to hear about the carnival and dance. It's a shame she didn't know about it or she might have tried to get there sooner. Oh well.

The early afternoon is spent setting her things in her room and getting herself back in shape for the following day. She has a new routine she has to learn, after all. But as the day starts to wind down, she heads out to the quad to relax with a cup of tea.]



(ooc: feel free to spot her throughout the day in any of the locations mentioned!)