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lastesper.livejournal.com

[ It's not uncommon for Terra to have nightmares - having nightmares that were quite that vivid were though. She hasn't slept a wink for fear of seeing that face every time she closed her eyes, trying to steal a little bit of rest. Instead, she just kept hearing the screams that kept echoing in her head. This may be why she's found at the second floor balcony during a free period, hugging herself tightly, her cape caught in the occasional breeze.

... Also she's standing on top of the railing. One wrong move and over she goes! (gasp) Pay her a visit? Shove her over? Steal her wallet -- er, she doesn't have one but yeah! ]

renzokukens.livejournal.com

[Squall had been in his office on the third floor the moment Garden crash-landed along the surface of the water. The odd thing here and there had fallen off his desk and shelves, himself jolted in his chair. Once everything seemed to calm, only then did he abandon his paperwork to leave the office and begin to make his way from one end of the floor to the next, checking to see how everyone was.

His next concern were the cadets and faculty on the other levels. He quickly checked on the classrooms annnnd then was walking briskly back to the elevator, down to the main level. Which seemed to be in a bit of a worse state.

Overhead, Cid's voice comes onto the intercom and Squall listens with half a ear, heading down the stairs away from the elevator, already on the move to help.]

{{ooc; feel free to bump into him, drag him off to help others, cry on him, cling to him all scared-like. whatever you'd like :} }}

lastesper.livejournal.com

[ After the ... unpleasantness in class Thursday, and everything else, Terra has decided that maybe, just maybe, it's not safe for her to be around other people until she could figure out what was going on with her magic. So for the first time, she planned on breaking curfew. She didn't like to do it, but it needed to be done. The last thing she wanted to do was go to sleep in her room, and wake up with everything on fire - worse, what if the next person injured was Rise, or someone else innocent?

So the esper can be found hiding out in the training center before and after curfew (take your pick!), exploring the grounds and avoiding the more menacing creatures, or training with sword or magic in a desperate attempt to reclaim the control she had lost. ]

reortus.livejournal.com

[ To anyone who knew her, they'd be surprised to find a certain green-haired witch standing within the areas of the Training Center, looking around. After being in the Garden and taking its classes for about two weeks now, C.C. finds it time to at least test out what she now knows of this world's mechanics.

[ Though her eyes are narrowed in what seem like lazy boredom, she is alert to the sounds and details of the Training Center. From what she heard, the monsters - actual monsters, she notes - in the Training Center were moderately dangerous if one went in not knowing what they were doing, with the rare chance an even bigger threat lurking around. She stops at the area where small islands were connected to each other by planks as makeshift bridges and glances about the area. ]

Nothing so far. Hm. And I was hoping to test out these "Guardian Forces" I obtained...

[ In the distance, she hears a roar, but it's a faint sound and nothing immediately came from it, not even seconds after she heard it. Shrugging, C.C. moves on, hoping to find something to fit what this place's name is for. ]

roadrolling.livejournal.com

[This message is posted first in Japanese and then with an English copy below it, all thanks to the translator.]

I looked at those clubs and committees, but isn't there something more fun? There's got to be more I can do around here. Something with lots of action! Or at least a little.

Oh, also! Can I get some oranges? They sound really good, and it's almost snack time.

wrnpcs

[It's quiet as night falls on Balamb Garden, quiet enough to hear the crickets chirping on the ground below and the sea waves lapping the shore in the distance. The sky is clear and full of stars. The halls of Garden are empty except for a couple cadets here and there -- indeed, even the faculty seems to be missing from their usual posts.

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

The Welcoming Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Welcoming Ball 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 Ruby group.

[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 )

soundcirculates.livejournal.com

[ the following message is posted twice: once in English, and again in Japanese. There aren't any major differences between the two. Anyone in the library is free to notice Luka having plugged herself into the computer, where the keyboard should be, via a lead in the back of her neck ]

Good day, fellow cadets.

My name is Megurine Luka – or Luka Megurine, if you'd rather – and like most of you, I've recently found myself residing in this altogether different world. I thought this the best way to introduce myself to a large number of people at once, and so: it's a pleasure to meet you all. I suppose I ought extend an extra hello to any of those being sponsored by Emerald, and while I don't yet have a roommate, I'm certain that will come to pass in due time. I look forward to studying with you all, and to make communication easier, I've attached a copy of my time table to the end of this post.

I thought, as an introductory exercise, you could all tell me something about the world you come from and your place in it, should you feel like it. I, for example, was rather famous in my own world, though I doubt that translates over here. Still, no matter, no matter; I believe this journey is about experiencing new things.

Additionally, I see that there is a Welcome Ball tonight. While I don't object to such a social event, even at late notice, it does leave me wondering whether or not everyone's had adequate time to find themselves dates and appropriate attire. After all, it doesn't seem as if people have been here for much longer than a week.

[ attachment: timetable.pdf | ]

fierybluebird

[Marco is sitting at lunch with a book open and glasses on, studying up on everything. Likewise writing a note into the system because the information he's looking for is nowhere to be found.]

[This is the note entered:]

This whole time compression thing. Does anyone know how far off left it can go? I mean I expected time to be messed up other than just worlds, but is anyone remembering things a little off? Or different than how people say it is?

They should get a class for that, eh.

Oh, and the rulebook doesn't have anything against flying. Might as well ask now if that's banned too.

[End note.]
[And for anyone in the vicinity, he then nibbles his fruit sandwich and tries not to be as obvious as he already is.]

rebeliune.livejournal.com

[ While this strange new place had at least given her someone that readily explained the situation, that still didn't make Lightning feel wholly at ease. She still has many questions, but given her upbringing, Lightning knows an order to dismiss and readily follows it. Besides, she didn't want to start trouble in a place she doesn't know. Amidst new faces in a new environment, it was best to go with the flow.

[ And so... here she is, on her way to the Training Center. After giving a thorough tour of the Garden and grabbing a bite to eat, Lightning feels that this part of the Garden would serve her well... for various purposes. That, and she's yet to find any of her comrades amongst the hustle and bustle of the Garden. Perhaps the nature of this Time Compression somehow swallowed her up first, and the rest were soon to follow? Lightning frowns at the idea, eyes idly glancing down at her schedule in hand. ]

A "Cadet," huh...

knell

*...he's not exactly comfortable in the uniform. Oh, it fits fine, he can move perfectly well in it, it's even a little bit stylish. But the fact remains that this is a uniform for a SeeD, or at least somebody who wants to be a SeeD... along with everything that implies, although he doesn't much know what it implies yet, considering how little he's familiar with the workings of this crazy place.

But it's for a SeeD. And Murasame Tsukumo isn't really a SeeD, or anyone who wants to be. He is a Zweilt. And it's more than a little disorienting that that means nothing here.

He's wandering around the Quad right now after dinner, listening to the murmur of mental voices around the Garden and continuing to try and get his bearings. It might be hard to believe he's really in a different world from where he was before, except... not only is nobody around him speaking Japanese, he can't sense his sister's voice anywhere. He's never been so far away from Touko that he couldn't still hear her before, and it's a little scary. Not knowing anyone, not hearing anyone familiar.

.....clearly the solution is candy. So don't mind him as he stops right in the middle of the courtyard to dig around his pockets before producing a package of gummies.*

...hmm.

*staring at it mournfully, mumbling to himself in Japanese*

Wonder if they have gummies here... I hope this isn't my last package.

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Garden; main level; the commander does care!

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welcoming ball begins

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