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[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: ([library npc])
[personal profile] 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!
]
laughafterme: (Pinkie: SO MUCH FUN!)
[personal profile] 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!)
laughafterme: (Pinkie: JUMP HOW HIGH?!)
[personal profile] laughafterme
[Here is a girl with bright pink, curly hair, bouncing around with a party blower and giving some out random strangers. She's wearing a grin that could crack anyone's face.]

It's so GREAT to be BACK! [She looks over to her pet baby alligator, who's wearing the tiniest party hat ever.] C'mon, Gummy! Shake that tail!

[Pinkie Pie rocks on the balls of her feet in excitement.] There are so many new people! [GASP] That means there are a lot of new names and BIRTHDAYS to remember! And you know what meeeaaaannnnns!

[Gummy simply blinks at her. Of course he does...not. But Pinkie Pie will tell him, right after she takes a deeeeeep breath. Uh oh.]

WE'RE GONNA PARTY, PINKIE PIE STYLE! [Awwwyeah! Fistpump!] WooHOOOOOOOOOO!

[Let the parties BEGIN!]



[Later on the BBS, when she runs out of party blowers.]

HI EVERYBODY! And a special HELLO to all the new arrivals!

I guess I'm new to, huh? Hahaha!

I'm Pinkie Pie! I'll be your cute and friendly instructor for Home Economics! That's just a fancy title for cooking and sewing and baking and EVERYTHING COOL AND YUMMY class! I just got back from a REALLY awesome mission, so I look forward to meeting EACH and EVERY one of you!

Don't think you can escape! Pinkie Pie will find you!

Bye now!
[identity profile] notinvisobill.livejournal.com
[Danny's reading through the letter he received upon arrival, though the doesn't look very concerned by it. At best? It's some stupid prank thing by Vlad.

At worst? It's true and he just needs to find that stupid Infi-map to get home.
]

Come on, who actually is going to believe this garbage about space-time compression...

[Excuse him while he mutters to himself some more. And throws the letter behind him.]
[identity profile] kingslain.livejournal.com
[Rasler's no stranger to what's said on his acceptance letter in hand, although he is somewhat surprised at Balamb's use of sponsors. That's definitely new to him, he doesn't recall Galbadia ever doing things that way. He's already paused at the directory to get a feel for where the dorms and the cafeteria and training area all are, and so he's currently making his way to the dorms section now.

With a backpack of his possessions and clothing slung over a shoulder he might look like any other newcomer but while wearing a Galbadia Garden jacket (partially left open at the collar), there's something a little off about him if he's wearing a uniform that belongs to another Garden.

Rasler slows to a stop.

Another look down to read what's on his letter and he flips open his course catalog. It says he can do whatever he wants with his free time and take some extra classes here at Balamb while waiting for his field exam-- maybe he'll look into it.

If it means he'll be one step closer to returning to Ivalice.
]
[identity profile] forkgoeswest.livejournal.com
This is late, so you will have to excuse me for this, but I've only recently come back, and I thought it be best to introduce myself. Some of you may know me; for those who don't, my name is Dominic Sorel, and I am the instructor for the (WTR 101) Intro to Weapons Training classes, and the (INTN 102) Intern: Piloting classes.

For those of you who have those classes, I look forward to seeing you at the start of them on Monday. Otherwise, I hope everyone has a good weekend.

-Instructor Dominic Sorel


[After making that post to the network, Dominic is taking the time to get reacquainted with the Garden again. It had been a year since he had been here, after all, and while some things remained the same, some things changed.

The population of the school had changed. Students he didn't really know, even some teachers he didn't fully remember. He had spent a long time out in the world, helping people, doing what he wanted to do. He'd breezed through SeeD training just like he had with the United Federation back home, except the creed for the military here was more of what he wanted.

He had to deal with the fact that he was probably dead back home. Probably. Most likely. But that wasn't that bad, either. The one thing he was finding tough to deal with was the fact that he wasn't going to get to see Anemone again. Even after a year, he still thought about her. Still wished she was around. Walking through the Quad, he was overcome with memories, both good and bad.]
[identity profile] adoressakura.livejournal.com
[Tomoyo appears on the screen, smiling politely as she does. This was a new place, so might as well make herself known right?]

Ah, this seems to be working.

[She takes a couple of steps back before sitting down.]

Hello everyone. My name is Tomoyo Daidouji. It's nice to meet you all.

[She stares for a moment tilting her head slightly, thinking for a few moments.]

I wish I had my camera with me, this place is certainly something. Maybe if Sakura was here, I would have to have her wear a cute little costume.

[She soon turns her attention back to the camera.]

Well I hope I can get along with everyone here.
[identity profile] turnip-rage.livejournal.com
So, given that we off-worlders are here against our will, it's completely understandable that most of us want nothing more than to go home. You know - back to our friends, families and stuff. And enemies, I guess.

Some of us get that wish, but it's just as unpredictable as us arriving here in the first place.

But not all of us want to go home. Right?

Or am I alone, here? Gotta say, the idea of being around people who'd ditch you without blinking is a little uncomfortable when you think about it.
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
[ She's supposed to be in class.




Oops.

Oh well!

Instead, Kiden can be found the quad, enjoying the sun--yes, she actually does enjoy nice days!--and people watching. It's obvious by the constant twitching of her fingers that she's either bored or itching to be somewhere else.

She actually doesn't have a cigarette; instead, she has a large notepad open in her lap, but only half her attention is on it. In it are her WTR101 notes; it's the only class she won't skip and probably the only one she really cares about. Outlined inside are the properties of a variety of weapons, as well as sketches; they're not very good, having been made quickly, but they're clean...and noticeable.

Come bother her, she'll be grateful insult you, probably. Or find her later, if you're the instructors whose class she's skipping.... ]
[identity profile] noras-boy.livejournal.com
[Hope is having a good time keeping up with all his book heavy classes. And by that? I mean he's sitting with a take-out cup of tea at a table in the cafeteria two sets of books infront of him. His pad is lying open with his pen alternating between his right hand and his mouth and the page of course.

He sips the tea and rubs his eye. How long had he been here again? Yet he could not make Global Stratification exciting to him. The definitions the applications and everything about it was just not getting him interested like the other subjects. The system of inequalities between the countries of this world weren't really capturing his attention. But, compared to the Physics and Biology books on his table, it was more interesting.

Book subjects? Why did he take so many book heavy subjects. He drops his pen and puts his head on his paper. He takes a couple of deep breaths before sitting up to look at the door. It was warm outside... he thinks longingly.

However, Hope didn't realise that putting your head on wet ink is a bad idea. He now has upside down notes written on his forehead.]
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[personal profile] feedmyglitch
Greetings once more. Before, I have asked you about the heart and friendship. Today, I give you a change of pace.

How is it you decide someone is your enemy? Why is it that you humans are so easily consumed by hatred and desperation? So much negativity, you truly make it easy enough for me to feed. And all of that darkness... It truly is hard to keep from devouring some poor soul's heart. But that's another topic altogether. I digress.

Why are you humans so full of such negative emotions as opposed to positive emotions? It seems almost detrimental to survival.


[[OOC: School staff with the access, feel free to put a name to ID#, if that's possible, to get on to him.]]
[identity profile] hellomgann.livejournal.com
[If anyone were to walk past the Home Economics room, they might be able to catch the faint scent of something burning. It is, in fact, M'gann's first batch of cookies which have suffered a most unfortunate fate. Despite having mastered the recipe of chocolate chip cookies, M'gann isn't exactly in the right state of mind at the moment, her mind too filled with worry (and also a large side of mortification) due to a certain post on the BBS.

Was she really that obvious? Could everyone else see right through her? She didn't think that she was so transparent, but apparently someone had noticed her habits around Connor enough to mention it on their post. She remembered how completely shocked and embarrassed she felt when she saw the little tidbit about herself, her cupcakes and Connor. But really, those cupcakes were for everyone! Not to mention a class assignment...

Too embarrassed, she had exited the post before she could reach the replies at the bottom. She had spent the next couple of days avoiding Superboy as much as she could, and now that it was the weekend she needed something to take her mind off of the entire thing. Baking seemed to be therapeutic enough… at least, until she burnt the first batch.

She's in the midst of preparing a new bowl of cookie dough now, concentrating hard on mixing in the chocolate chips and attempting to block everything else from her mind.]
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[personal profile] rebellingheart
[Stupid gossip posts. They seem worse than Chessy's column in the paper somehow. It's probably because everyone can answer the bbs post, but either way it's just so frustrating!]

[Which is why she's currently in the training center more or less working off some steam. Honestly it's actually kind of nice to train now. The gunblade forms seem to be second nature finally so it's nice to just focus on movement for a little while.]

[No more grat juice splattering all over her either which is nice. Those days are behind her for good now and in their place she moves with grace and confidence - the ultimate result of countless hours of training.]

[Come bother her as she depletes the local grat population?]
[identity profile] umathematic.livejournal.com
So who exactly are they expecting us to fight for them?




And what kind of moron thinks that soldiers need dance lessons?





[ It's not homesickness if there's nothing in Italy to miss.

The novelty of an alternate universe evaporated after the first day. Frustration and restlessness dog him like shadows, nothing he can shake. Gokudera's worn to jitters and tics, flipping a lighter over his knuckles, tapping out the beginnings of a sonata against the table every time he sits down. He's keying right-handed fingering to the second movement before he remembers himself; then his fist clenches and he hares off again, striding past students and weaving between shelves.

Loathing aches in his throat, and because Gokudera doesn't know where it's meant to go—towards himself or something outside—it flashes in scraps of temper: slamming books shut, cursing every mislaid author as he piles his collection together. Anybody who's looking for a book today might well find it already claimed. No matter the subject, something from every shelf seems to have found its way to what is, by now, a growing fort on one of the study tables.

Congratulations, Balamb Library. Hayato Gokudera has arrived and is taking over, one corner at a time. And he hasn't smoked in fourteen hours. Life is not good. ]
[identity profile] totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com
Okay.

I need some help! I think I really need some help. I'm. I was in the training grounds earlier trying to. Hone my skills. But, I actually kind of stink and I can't do anything against these animals and I really need some assistance attacking them! So if it's not going to be any trouble, could someone please come down to the training grounds and help me?

It's kind of urgent, because I drank some water--okay, actually I drank a lot of water the past few days, I totally forgot about the 'stuff' inside it and I think I'm starting to feel the effects! I--I feel kind of funny and out of it and oh god

I'm scared

I'm so scared right now

How fast does this stuff take effect?

Okay, I'm going to try to go back into the training grounds and get some animal--um, maybe it's not too late still.

If anyone can make it here soon, I'd be so, so grateful.


[action]
[And this? This is Danny, frazzled and panicked, clutching to a dinner knife in the middle of the training grounds like it's his last lifeline. As far as he's concerned, it very well might be. Any moment now, he's sure that an animal is going to creep up behind him and kill him, but. But he has to do this, or else he'll be dead anyway. In all the ways that matter.

So if you were kind enough to actually head down there and help the poor kid having a meltdown, you might want to be careful approaching him.]
[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] easilytriggered.livejournal.com
[Slouched in a chair with his feet kicked up on a table, Zephyr lounges in the cafeteria. There's a duffle bag thrown on the table next to his feet, and in his hands, it looks like there are two pieces of paper: one being his schedule and the other his acceptance letter.

He sighs as he tips his head against the back of the chair.
]

What a drag...

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