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[whatwewerebornfor]

[Action]

*Alex's letter had confused him at first, since he had no idea what a Sorceress was. But a military academy was something he understood. And the first thing any good soldier should do when presented with a new environment was to become familiar with it, so he can be found just exploring the campus with his rifle strapped to his back. He's not looking to bother anyone, but he obviously doesn't actually know where he's going.*

[BBS]

*Later, once he's figured out the primitive computers at Garden, he puts up a forum message.*

Is there anyone here that is versed in Realian maintenance? My superior officer used my emergency override code before I was brought here and I would like to make sure that there is no lasting damage.

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[fighting4afuture]

[Suddenly finding oneself in a new place? Not all that common for Trunks, time travel aside. He knew where he was going and why, then...and while it hadn't been guaranteed that the very new technology his mother had developed would work as intended, he'd been confident that it would.

This was different. He hadn't been in the Time Machine, he'd been facing Cell. The creature he'd failed to stop from ascending further, that he'd failed to defeat. The frustration and anger he'd felt...the despair when he realized that Cell was so much stronger.

And then it was all gone. He wasn't in the middle of a blasted battleground, he was in some kind of school, a military academy, and before he knew what was going on he was given an acceptance letter of all things and turned loose to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. Thus, staring at the directory and...talking to himself.]

This is ridiculous.

[So says the purple-haired guy in a bright blue spandex jumpsuit and chest armor. Your ridiculous-meter is well and broken, Trunks.]

Time compression...sorceresses...damn it, I can't sense anyone else either. What on Earth is going on.

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[consorts]

[ It's almost too much for her to take. Gwen has been home for such a short time, hasn't even fully settled, and now she isn't quite sure where she is. Morgana had, understandably, given her a bit of time off despite her wanting to find a distraction. Being a captive and having to parade around as the ward of Uther Pendragon was difficult enough without all that followed... So she thought when she woke up the next morning she'd be safe and sound in Camelot and back to her usual day-to-day.

She was almost in a panic before the instructor found her and tried to help. A trip to the Headmaster's office and an acceptance letter later she still didn't quite understand what was going on. She just nodded politely, took her materials and was sent out of her own in the big Garden.

The whole place–Balamb they told her it's called–is a bit off-putting for Guinevere. It's smooth and shiny for lack of a better description, and so unlike Camelot and every other stone and wood-built village she's been in. Her nearly fruitless hunt around the center of the Garden just brought her back to the Lobby steps where her search began. Must have passed it, she thought a bit downtrodden, though she can't blame herself for being distracted given the circumstances. It's time she asked for help.

She works up the nerve to walk up to any passer-by who will listen with a simple question: ]

Umm, sorry to be a bother but could you point me to the [ She pauses a moment to make sure she's remembering it right- ] Dormitory?


( ooc note • feel free to bump into her wherever & whenever in the lobby area. she looks very lost and needs all the help she can get! )