[identity profile] hellomgann.livejournal.com
DURING CLASS )

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AFTER CLASS )

[OOC: Please note in the subject of your tag if you're hitting her up during or after class! Also, M'gann is disguised so she doesn't have her green skin.]
[identity profile] genomorphed.livejournal.com
[This teen is pretty tall for his age and his upper back is pretty solid in the black shirt with the red S shield he's wearing, no one could miss him (unless they were purposefully ignoring him). He doesn't look too impressed, either, more confused than angry (his short temper and anger issues will crop up soon enough!) as he glares down at the directory with a furrowed brow. He folds his arms across his chest and only grows all the more frustrated as his eyes dart over the screen to better understand the layout of the map laid out in front of him.

Too bad Robin wasn't around to help him, that kid was so tech savvy that Superboy sometimes wondered if the Boy Wonder had been born for just that purpose alone, to understand computers and software.

But how did he come to be here in the first place? They had just left Bialya. Everyone was preparing to head home for a good night's rest. Closed his eyes and bam, Superboy found himself not in his usual closet where he had stood asleep hours ago but in some strange and unfamiliar place.
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[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
Anyone heading into town? I know classes just started, but I was wondering if someone could grab something for me next time they head into town. (Don't worry, I've got the money, I just need someone to run the actual errand for me.)

I'm in room B203, so let me know if you can help.

Thanks! :)

- Cissie


[Ever since the home event, Cissie's become a total recluse. Only leaving her room for meals - and even then, it wasn't voluntary half of the time - and the occasional "study session," room B203 had become a total mess in the meantime. Or at least, Cissie's portion of the area had been.

Case in point? There seems to be a dreary green stench coming from the room and making its presence known on the first floor. Thanks to the door being open, it's obvious that the stench is coming from there - and there alone.

... Getting to B203 might be an adventure in itself, if the weird green color from that door's any indication.]
wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Garden's favorite group of vicious girls are at it again. This time, they're sitting at a table near the lunch line in the cafeteria, and they're not at all trying to be discrete with what they're saying; in fact, their "whispers" are quite staged as they lean in close to speak with one another:]

Just when I thought they'd be gone for good, they keep coming back!

Seriously! They're worst than bite bugs. Can't they just stay gone?

What's worse is I think that there are more of them than ever. They just keep multiplying and multiplying!
[identity profile] willnotsubmit.livejournal.com
[Despite waking up in a new, bizarre place, and suddenly being dropped at what looks like a giant floating holiday ornament, Mitsuru is remarkably well collected.

The course catalog under her arm might explain some of that composure. She spent well over half the trip and the day pouring over it. The classes she's reviewed are a far cry from anything taught in Gekkoukan…But with the deluge of changes, studying and academics are what she finds herself focusing on. It keeps her grounded, if nothing else.

Which is why she's walking around the Garden NOW, instead of having to rush blindly about once she's registered and trying to find the classrooms. And she is moving about with a will; it takes a special talent to make boots click that loudly over marble, in such a wide space. She pauses after the first circle around the ground level, looking at the map and frowning as she tries to puzzle out the structure. She even murmurs a few phrases in French as she scans the board.]

"Je ne comprends pas…This place shouldn't be THAT hard to decipher and navigate."

[Giant walkways, pools, and fountains are also a far cry from the school she knows. Even when that school changes into a tower.]
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
♪ Zoot Suit Rain, Tootiest Daddy Around~ ♪

[The music sounds painfully 90's... but to Cissie's ear? It reminds her of St. Elias, her old school, and a certain Spring Dance. Sure enough, the moment she opens her eyes and pinches herself, there's her old gaggle of giggling schoolgirls and a school counselor she hadn't seen in forever. Cissie bites her lip and awkwardly stands near the gymnasium door. Amongst the balloons, the dancing schoolkids, and the loud banner proclaiming the arrival of the "Nose Picking Daddies", Cissie doesn't really stand out.

Considering the circumstances, part of her really doesn't want to.]
... This can't be happening.

[ooc | Backdated to last Monday! Sorry I took so long. ♥;]
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[personal profile] worthyheir
[The acceptance letter's still in a crumbled heap in his left hand as he storms into the lobby. Damian had read it about four times and had memorized every word. And rather than quell him, it had the opposite effect. In fact, the reason he was in the lobby at all was to bash some heads in until someone gave some real answers--answers he wanted to hear.

As if he would actually attend this glorified boarding school.

The mere thought that someone thought he would simply roll over on the issue sent him into another fit of rage. He raises the crowbar he'd been clutching in his right hand and strikes the air with it. Several drops of the Joker's blood, which the tool is coated in, hits the floor. But hitting air didn't satisfy him in the slightest.]


Send me home immediately! I refuse to have any part in this foolishness!


[OOC Note: Since Damian was taken from Gotham as he was beating the crap out of the Joker with a crowbar, the Joker's blood is all over that bad boy. Though Damian is blissfully unaware, the blood on the crowbar has actually been mixed with Joker toxin, which in effect does this to its unsuspecting victim.

So basically if you choose to have your character approach Damian, know that your character has the potential to get hit with this toxin. It only effects skin contact, so if the blood hits clothing there won't be any effect (Damian's costume has splatters of it too, for that matter). You can totally have your character be unaffected by it if you so choose (either by staying a safe distance from the crazy ninja child with the crowbar or by assuming the blood will only hit their clothes, or however you want to do it), but if you want to have them be affected I thought that might lead to some interesting CR. Damian has the antidote on him in his utility belt and he will use it on anyone who winds up being affected (unless you piss him off first then it might take some guilting by a third party before he does it).]
[identity profile] alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com
[It still hasn't really sunk in for Cissie that yes, she's stuck in a new world without any way back home, and yes, she just arrived in the middle of exam week, which is why the campus's slightly more deserted than normal.

Although she's taking care to explore the place while she has the chance, she's not quite looking where she's going--and unfortunately for Ciss, that means she trips over her own two feet and starts tumbling down the (rather long) staircase down to the open-air garden.

Someone might want to help her or laugh at the klutz... because um, without it, she just might discover the infirmary (or that nice garden) a heck of a lot sooner than she intended.]
[identity profile] teenspeed.livejournal.com
[There's a teenage boy glaring at a piece of paper in his hand, yelling indignantly at it.]

Time travel again?! Geez, at this rate, it's almost every other month! This is really getting on my nerves.

[At some point during his rant, he starts darting about the area, trying to familiarize himself with the place. Except he decides to ignore the warning about special powers in the welcome letter and is now moving so fast he appears to be in twelve places almost simultaneously. Oh, and he still hasn't bothered to change out of the blinding red and white spandex body suit he's in. He doesn't plan on staying long, so what are a few odd looks?]

[Finally, he settles in front of the map, memorizing it. Scowling, he grumbles to himself.]

Where's that treadmill when you need it?

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