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[TODAY IS THE DAY! Pinkie Pie finally celebrates HERSELF! On her trusty pogo stick, she bounces around Garden with Gummy in her hair (hanging on for dear life), throwing confetti in her wake and shouting:]

COME TO MY SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME ONE YEAR PLUS SOME MONTHS SEED GRADUATION ANNIVERSARY!!

[She hands a cupcake to each person she sees. It's a bribe! Pinkie doesn't care how shameless it is, only if people will eat it happily and come to her party!]

(ooc: Please turn down her invite, folks! Nicely or however your character wishes! There is a good reason! (totally playing off this episode in the link, thanks to a helpful friend!)

worthyheir

It appears that there are several vacancies in the disciplinary committee. They're looking for new members to fill these vacancies. If you enjoy babysitting others and upholding the school rules, contact Damian Razem (not Wayne).

[Damian's not signing this. Don't say he never did anything for you, Bilal.]

doyoutrustme

[In the quad, Aladdin is peering quizzically at the translation necklace. On his shoulder his pet monkey Abu looks at it with him, making a disinterested noise.

Chances are most people won't be looking at the young man or the monkey though. That persian rug which is floating in the air beside him and somehow managing to look curious is much more attention-grabbing, after all.

Aladdin hasn't put on the device yet, so when he speaks it's in Arabic, not English]

So what do you think, Abu?

[Abu natter's away in a tone that suggests he doesn't think much of the device. Aladdin grins and shrugs in response]

Hey, as long as it works. [He puts it on and spreads his arms, facing Carpet. Suddenly, his next words come out in English] How do I look?

[Neither Abu nor Carpet understands English, but they seem to guess what Aladdin means. In response, Abu huffs his disapproval - but Carpet seems like like it, giving Aladdin a cheerful salute with one of its tassels]

moirailcompass

[It was weird having a dorm to herself now. Nepeta couldn't say she particularly like it--she missed Ronnae a lot. While she had lived a pretty hermetic life out in the wild she had always at least had Pounce. Then there were the other trolls, and when she came here Ronnae had always been around. It surprised her how attached she had become to the other girl. So many of her friends seem to have disappeared lately. With Eridan's return, a pat of her hoped that the others would reappear soon as well, but for now she was finding an outlet in baking. Lots and lots of baking.

That's why she had set up a table right outside her dorm door to put treats out. There was no way she'd be able to eat all this by herself, so anyone who comes by is more than welcome to take some. The door to her dorm is open and she can be seen inside. The sleeves to her black shirt are rolled up---a shirt that does not bear her sign--and her hair, now reaching a little past her shoulders it messily piled atop her head with a clip.

The scent of all the various baked goods she is making spill out into the hallway. Come by to have a bite?]

rossoassassino.livejournal.com

A: Video

[The feed statics for a few seconds. Vaguely a string of Italian is heard.]

Cazzo! Stupidaggine....dannazione!

[Finally, the feed clear up. Ezio peers through the screen , grimacing. He is looking rather stiff and uncomfortable in a cotton hoodie and jeans. Oh, how he hates modern clothes. The moment only lasts for a few seconds. Noticing that the feed is working , Ezio slips into an easy smile.]

Salve, Balamb Garden. It has truly been a while. I am very glad to be back. I see you have not got rid of these sciocco things. For those recently stranded , I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze ,SeeD #23569 Weapon Specialist Operative, Bladed Weapon Platoon, Level 3. If you need any assistance do not be afraid to contact me.

[With a lopsided smile and a wave of his hand, the feed blinks out.]

B: Balamb Town

[The town is in a sleepy have around noon. As the sun shine down lazily, a lone figure is standing perched on top of a clothes shop. Ezio is ecstatic to be back in Balamb. He always loved the little town. It was so different from the bustling city of hiss childhood. But , he couldn't help but feel great nostalgia for Balamb along with Florence. He shifts into a crouch in his assassin robes. Nostalgia calls for nostalgic clothes. If you gaze up at him he'll just grin from under his pointed hood. ]

dangerousthings.livejournal.com

I have a question. How come you have to be 15 or older to take the SeeD exams? I can keep up just fine in the big kids fighting classes and I already knew how to fight before I came here! Oh, and I'm not 10 anymore. It's been more than a year since I got here so I'm 11 now. -Luki

bratbeyond.livejournal.com

[If anyone had visited the infirmary these past few weeks, they might've seen a little lifeless kid lying there in one of the beds. Supposedly, right after finals, he'd fallen into a deep sleep and refused to wake up.

Until now. Suddenly gasping for air, Damian immediately sits upright. He's... he's... in the infirmary? He furrows his brows and glances around the room for any clues. The last thing he remembered, he'd been taking finals... and then...

Then he'd been whisked back home. How long had it been? Six months? Twelve?

Slag, Time Compression really hated him. Why else would it drag him back into Garden after experiencing all that? After meeting Green Arrow and Zachary Zatara and that weird Jewish kid who claimed he was Kryptonian... in the context of Garden, it really didn't make much sense. He leans forward, arching his back and trying his best to suppress a sigh as he stares down at his clothes. Dammit, TC! If it's going to whisk him back, at least whisk him back with clothes that actually fit.]

... Here again? Guess I haven't had enough yet.

[A few hours later, there's a brief post on the BBS system:]

Does anyone have the latest issue of that sky pirate comic?? I wanted to buy one over the break, but it sold out before I could. :| That and the one about steampunk mechanics. They're both pretty schway.

Also I think I might need to go shopping. I don't really want to, but nothing really fits. Not even my uniform. 8( So what the slag'm I supposed to buy?

- Damian

[ooc | Damian just went through an canon-updating coma! This basically means that he's a whole year older... and in dire need of a new wardrobe, welp, since he's about 2 inches taller than when everyone last saw him. :c]

crossespurpose.livejournal.com

[Eyes drift down to his paper then back up again. Steps are quiet and hesitant but he is out walking around and that is a stride in itself. Brows knitted together in a obvious look of confusion and lingering stress which loosens slightly as he exhales quietly. The words upon the parchment did little to explain the entirety of the situation and he was mildly desperate for more information. He figured that the letter was supposed to give the basic premise, but certainly didn’t dive under the surface of the issue and certainly didn’t stop his heart from beating rapidly within his chest.

Shoving it into his pocket as he walked around, his eyes searched around, pausing to look at the architecture that he came across, lips parted by the impressive design but it didn’t remove his thoughts from the situation at hand. His wandering had a purpose, he was in hopes of finding someone, anyone that could help, and preferably anyone with a familiar face. The thought alone caused his steps to pick up their pace and his eyes to look around a little more quickly, less inclined to marvel at the surrounding area, something that seemed more out of a fictional film than reality.

Quietly thankful that he still remained with his talents from home, despite the note of caution it was one of the thoughts that was stopping him from falling into a complete and utter panic attack, reverting back to the mental state he was a year ago.

He can be found here and there--until he finally stops and finds a seat, running his hands through his hair with a sigh--what to do?]

lefteros.livejournal.com

[Greece's paycheck may have been replaced by his sponsor's allowance, but that doesn't mean he's gotten any better at managing his money -- just because he's now serious about not accepting loans doesn't mean that he's going to stop buying whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

Of course, this usually consists of knick-knacks, puzzles, and food. Not only for him but for all the cats he keeps attracting, no matter how unintentionally, and there are a lot of cats.

But seeing as Garden is currently docked at Fisherman's Horizon... well, that means Greece is saving quite a bit by catching some cat-food rather than buying it.

Follow the cats and you can find Greece perched around town in the morning and evenings, invariably next to the water's edge with a tackle-box and a cooler -- and, naturally, a fishing rod.

He's not paying too much attention to it, though: some of the cats that surround him keep trying to crawl into his lap, no matter how often Greece pushes them back out in case he gets a bite and knocks them into the sea when he tries to reel it in.]

Shoo.

Hey, shoo... how will you eat what I catch if you go swimming instead?

[Anyone want to hang onto a cat for him?]

hoodbin.livejournal.com

[ Man it sure is noisy out this time of day. Students running back and forth through the Quad chatting it up with their friends and trying to get to class. A girl laid fully on a bench in the Quad watching everyone passing by as if it were a movie. That's what people watching was all about, wasn't it? Watching those around you as if you weren't even there?

She sighed softly and turned her head to stare at the sky. She held her letter above her as the sunlight shone through the paper. ]

Well Sashs? I don't think we're in Gotham anymore [ She sighs a little and turns to her side on the bench. She wanted to reach out and get someone's attention, but then again this place was too new. If she did that what would she even say? It was best to keep to herself for the time being. She turned once more on the bench and placed the letter on her face. She didn't feel up for exploring classes. Maybe if she were lucky no one would want to bother her if she looked like she was sleeping, not that she could in a new place like this.]

bratbeyond.livejournal.com

Scenario A: Inn Kitchen
[Don't ask how or why, but somehow through the magic of politics and sheer scaring the crap out of people, Damian's managed to commandeer the Inn Kitchen for an hour or two to make iftaar for the evening. It's still daylight, so he can't taste or drink the stuff he's making... and it's kind of a problem.

He's thiiiiis close to grabbing the nearest person he sees to ask them to taste-test his food. As it is, though, he's just staring at the recipe book and hoping that Allah_(swt) won't mind it if he got a couple of ingredients wrong.]

Scenario B: Fisherman's Horizon Pier
[It's nighttime and Damian's FINALLY able to break his fast. He's sitting on the edge of the pier, with his date in one hand and fruit juice in the other. After murmuring a prayer, he inhales his date whole and gulps down his fruit juice in literally 2.5 seconds. It doesn't matter how often he's fasted---it still feels good to have something in his stomach after so long.

He doesn't bother to get up, though; he's more interested in feeling the sea breeze. Maybe it's stupid of him to sit and potentially miss Maghrib, but it's actually pretty nice out here!]

[ooc | As always, unfamiliar words can be deciphered by placing your mouse over them. :3 If it doesn't work for you, let me know and I'll translate.]

worthyheir

[Damian glanced at the clock, it was 1801 exactly. Where the hell was Pennyworth? The useless butler had agreed to be here at precisely 1800 hours. How incompetent. If he was his servant and not his father's, he would fire him. I mean seriously, what was so special about this sub-par butler who made slightly average meals and apparently could not keep appointments? He will never understand.

A knock at the door caused Damian to hurry to the door and throw it open. With a scowl, he said.]

You're late.

wrnpcs

[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the happily decorated Ballroom located on the second floor.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. The Headmaster speaks to the Garden.]

The Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Homecoming Dance is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The ball will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

The ball and its festivities tonight are being sponsored very generously by the Garden Festival Committee.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of music can be heard from the second floor of the building.]

( A mod note )

wrnpcs

[There seems to be a festive atmosphere all throughout Garden. Why? Because it's the Homecoming Carnival! The Garden Festival Committee has been hard at work all morning and when 1300 hours strikes, it's finally open for everyone to enjoy.

There's a map on the Directory which shows where everything is located:

( MAP )

Have fun, Garden!]

[OOC: As noted, this has been backdated to last Friday. So as not to exclude new characters who came in after, though, it can be assumed that their arrivals were backdated so they can participate.

~~PLEASE DO NOT POST UNTIL WE HAVE FINISHED PUTTING UP THE SUBCOMMENTS. Thank you!~~ We're done posting the subcomments, you can go ahead and jump in!

EDIT: Also, we forgot to mention: Players can assume that characters take different shifts which allow for everyone to enjoy other parts of the carnival as well instead of being stuck manning a booth the whole night. For Dunk Tank and Kissing Booth, it's best to leave your character's name in the subject of their comment to start off their thread to indicate their shift. Thank you!

EDIT 2: FORGIVE US! We forgot to mention that there is a price for some of the attractions at the carnival. This is a fundraiser where the money can to go whatever the Garden Festival Committee sees fit; we'll let the players and their characters decide on that front. Here's how the pricing goes:

KISS: 2 gil each
FERRIS WHEEL/ BUMPER CAR/ CAROUSEL: 5 gil per person
CARNIVAL GAME: 1 gil per game
FACE PAINTING: 2 gil per person
FOOD STALLS: We'll leave this up to characters to decide.
DUNK TANK: 5 gil for 3 balls, 10 gil for 10 balls
FORTUNE TELLING: 3 gil per reading

We hope this clarifies things!]

teenspeed.livejournal.com

[This evening in the quad, there is a large section filled with tables, lights, snack foods, baked goods, and decorated with an almost ridiculous amount of streamers and balloons. There's even a banner that says in bright red paint:]

SUPERHERO PARTY
for superheroes!!

[Impulse can be seen as a blur as he speeds around the area, making sure everything is set up correctly and ready for the party.]

((ooc note!: Every DC(AU) character in the game has received an invitation to the party regardless of whether Bart knows them. It is also an in-costume party, but don't worry! If your character doesn't have a costume, Bart can provide them with one. When commenting, either start a new thread for your character or jump around in other threads. Non-DC characters can feel free to crash the party (and if they ask nicely, Bart'll probably make them a costume). HAVE FUN GUYS.))

wr-gossip.livejournal.com

This issue brings us some tantalizing bits of info! A few returns! A lot of new faces! And more importantly, buckets of drama!! Read on!

( Lets Cut To The Chase! )

laughafterme

[It's a beautiful day, and everything is all setup for the date auction! Held in the courtyard, there is a mini stage set up with a microphone and speakers, and none other than Pinkie Pie is standing on the stage.

Why?

Because the actual GFC leader is too busy to be the MC for the evening. And lets face it, Pinkie will do a better job. Combined with the fact that faculty need to supervise. But who will supervise Pinkie?]

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOO ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls of all ages! Cats and dogs! Chocobos and Gummys! Lions and tigers and bears! [GASP] Oh my! Welcome to the first ever, SUPER SPECTACULAR, EXTRA AWESOME, FUNTASTIC DATE AUCTION! WOOOOOOOO! [FIST PUMP!] We have a wonderful rainbow of super special awesome people here today to make our auction a BLAST!

Lets not wait any further, guys! And gals! And animals! Oh, do we have any manticores around? [Scans the crowd, who pretty much stare at her in silence.] OH WELL!

All bids start at 1 gil and go up and UP and UP! Sorry, no rain checks or IOUs!

(ooc: There will be threads for each person! ~~PLEASE WAIT UNTIL ALL THREADS ARE DONE BEFORE COMMENTING!~~ DONE! GO CRAZY!

ALSO! Please put your bids in subject lines, so people can see! Threads tend to collapse after about 50 comments, so it may be a bit easier to see bids that way!

EDIT 2: THE DATE AUCTION BIDDING WILL CLOSE WEDNESDAY, EST! HELP THE ORPHANS WHILE YOU STILL CAN!)

eggplantallergy

The following people will be auctioned off this weekend at the GFC sponsored Date Auction!

David Lalonde	Dick Grayson	Sora	Sokka	Nepeta
Jade Strider	Goose	Damian Wayne	Cocona	Maria C.
Rose Lalonde	Vanille Dia	Seifer Almasy	Shadow
Matthew Williams	Squall	Tim Drake	Grell Sutcliff
Rikku	Serah	Rose Tyler	Equius Zaahak

Decisions are final. Should you decide to withdraw, you will need to apologize to those poor orphans you couldn't help raise money for to make their lives a little more brighter! I'm sure a trip to Centra could be arranged for one to do so in person! Letter writing is a coward's way out! Maybe even volunteering your time there is possible too...

The dates must take place before the month is out! [~~Because there are plots next month...~~] So don't leave it til the last minute!

I am still looking for an apprentice to take on the GFC position! For those interested, please contact me.

-Gakupo

tortileghostwriter

[First, a private message...]

( PM to Jade Strider )

[And then public.]

for better or for worse it seems ive been roped into this ridiculous date auction
while ill deal with the cause of the problem i suppose that while my presence as part of the proceedings is bothersome to say the least it cant hurt to entertain it
the banquet doesnt start until i enter the mead hall after all

on a much lighter note garden allow me to share a particular track with you all
it comes from the album that changed the face of drum and bass forever
ladies and gentlemen prepare
to hold
your
color

- tortileGhostwriter

[And then an audio embed, courtesy of a file transfer from the Hubtop...]

****

[After all of this, David can be found in the Training Center. As opposed to his standard saber, or the weapon with a remarkable resemblance to a lightsaber, he's holding something...different. A scimitar with a black blade, crackling with energy, looking less like it was there and more like a scar on the world, like dead pixels and is it shifting? A group of monsters is across from him. He holds the junctioning device in his offhand, looking at it for a moment. The name "YGGDRASIL" still stands out on the interface. Better to be sure...

He junctions her.]

Little solace comes...

[Summoning.]

To those who grieve...

[Darkness descends. The temperature in the room drops to precisely freezing.]

When thoughts keep drifting...

[The walls, floor, and ceiling of the room turn black. Featureless.]

As walls keep shifting...

[Vast endless corridors open up on the walls.]

And this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves...

[A spiral staircase forms behind him, leading down somewhere. Who knows where. A noise like a low growl becomes audible throughout the room.]

moments before the wind.

Yggdrasil.

[A sound comes, like the shifting of great tree limbs, like a great rustling of paper. A great hulking thing, vaguely human and female in shape but clearly monstrous, a face like a mask, bearing a smile like empty windows. A vast cloak of paper, long arms, with hands that were less hands now and more tentacle-like claws. A soft, definitely female voice, came almost like a whisper.]

David dear, don't be afraid...

[He dismissed her. Quickly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he couldn't deal with her actually being present. The room swiftly returned to normal appearance and temperature, the light and heat returning. Now, to deal with the monsters.

Simple enough.]

[OOC note: Though it's a YouTube embed OOCly, for IC purposes, it's audio.]

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.]

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Witches Reign

PARTY HOPPING! [Action]

BBS

[action - quad]

o12. ♌ action

001 Action Multiple Choice

010 [BBS]

case 13 | action + bbs

001 ➥ action.

Action!

001 - [Action]

case 12 | multiple choice action!

Dorm A125 | Closed

the homecoming dance begins... (backdated to last Saturday)

CARNIVAL! (Backdated to last Friday)

● two ● the quad ●

Gossip Around Garden, Volume III

DATE AUCTION!

[BBS] Date Auction: THE BOX RESULTS!

second leaf [bbs/open action for training center]

1st [action]

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