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[Rinoa is sitting under a tree on the quad, staring at what looks like a newspaper clipping with a bemused look on her face. Because this article and that picture just can't be real. They just can't.]

What do you think Angelo. Should I read it again?

[Rinoa turns to look at her faithful dog for advice. When Angelo just huffs and settles back down she takes that as a sign to read the caption out loud again.]

Celebrated First Lieutenant Rinoa Caraway receiving her promotion upon successfully apprehending the Commander of the SeeD terrorists, Squall Leonhart, and his companions?

[She sighs and glances down at Angelo again, though it's obvious the clipping is bothering her.]

You know this could never happen, right girl? I'm not even in the Galbadian military! And I'd never do this to Squall or the others...I know just what Galbadia does to people who stand in their way.

[Zone and Watts did a good job making sure that's one lesson their princes would never forget.]
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[This place doesn't make any sense, as far as Arthur is concerned. And while interrogating what faculty he could taught him a little more about this whole school thing, it took a great deal of calm on his part not to draw his sword on them as his kidnappers. The fact that they were so congenial about the whole thing is the main reason he hasn't threatened anyone. Yet.

It wasn't until after a humbling talk with the headmaster that he calmed down and really began to look at his situation. After which he began wandering Balamb Garden, feeling unusually lost in more ways than one. A king without his kingdom, his people, was nothing more than a man. The only consolation he had was Excalibur, sheathed at his side. A small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

So that leaves one (1) King of Camelot, in full chainmail, a bright red cape, and a crown, wandering around exploring the place. And occasionally asking questions, because displacement aside, he's not exactly up to date on the modern technology.]
[identity profile] guidethesun.livejournal.com
Okay. So, a school. That's a new one. I bounce from running for my life, rescuing a pretty girl,returning her home...and then a school. Military. Maximus, wherever you are, you are having a good neigh at my expense, aren't you?

Anyways...I've caught word of a cute, long-haired blonde with green eyes being enrolled as well. Rapunzel if that's you, please come to the quad.
-Eugene Fitzherbert
[identity profile] flamingduality.livejournal.com
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[Of course, seeing a blue individual is strange. Whats even stranger is when you realize that, yeah his hair is on fire. Or is his hair the flame itself? Who knows? But, Hyde doesn't seem to mind the flickering fire.There is a strut in his step as he waltzes down the dorm hallway. In fact, he is positively cheery! When he passes anybody , Hyde throws them a thumbs up or a wave. Quick loud greetings are uttered from his mouth, with a charming smile. 
An observant individual might notice the letter addressed to Jackson Jekyll in his back pocket.]
[identity profile] yellowzippers.livejournal.com
BBS:

Booyaka Garden!

How about this weather, guys! Chocolate rain and stuff. Pretty cool, isn't it? [Lets just ignore the earthquakes and floods everywhere.]

Anyway! Its December! Yay for winter! [and overused exclamation points.] I have been talking to some people about winter holidays ever since that "Thanksgetting" thing-a-ma-jig. So the question I have is , what kind of other winter holidays do you offworlders have? I've heard a little about that one with the tree and the red guy and GIFTS!

Any more?

~Selphie

PM to Rinoa Heartilly:

Have you seen Squall lately? Are we the only ones left, Rinny?


[identity profile] focusedfate.livejournal.com
[There's nothing really unusual in Cid being serious, but today, there seems to be more worry in his expression than usual. The set of his shoulders is a little stiffer, and his steps carry more speed than usual as he exits the dormitory area and steps into the lobby.

What may be most obviously different, though, is his dress. Gone is his Sanctum uniform, the suits, and even the business casual--they've been replaced, apparently, by a rather plain but utilitarian outfit. He has a single duffle bag slung over his shoulder but nothing else of note on his person. The news of recent events in his adopted home world hasn't been sitting all that well with him, and this one individual is off to catch a train to Deling City to see if there's anything he can assist with.

Run into him on his way out?
]
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[He'd hardly admit it, really, but he had developed a fondness for Aerith. It's distant, yes, but it's what he can manage being a Heartless and all. She had, after all, accepted him as individual rather quickly--something quite unexpected. So, perhaps, when she'd vanished, it had... Bothered him, more or less. So, it's back to anonymity for him.]

Has anyone seen Aerith? She appears to have gone missing. It is quite unlike her, and it is also quite worrisome. Has she simply gone missing? Or is she off on a mission? Perhaps she has gone home? I request more data.
[identity profile] batmansphoenix.livejournal.com
[BBS]

Is there any fucking point in getting attached to people in this place if they are going to leave sooner or latter? I'm not complaining or anything. Just wondering why do we keep on doing it.

I guess it'd be kind of difficult, living in this place without contact from anybody. Specially if you teach. I mean, I am not a robot. But sometimes I wonder if it'd be easier to go around like that.

Anyway, this pointless rant has been brought to you by one Jason Peter Todd.

Jay Out.


[BBS, Private to Tom Bronson]

Drinks tonight?

It's on me.


- Instructor Jason Todd.
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Sorry!

[Please excuse Sharpay for dropping a blue and fuzzy (but ordinarily sized) spider somewhere near your character's person (perhaps on their foot?). Now, as the spider scurries away, she's trying to scoop it up on the piece of paper it fell from. Come back, wee spider!]

Ugh, I wish I'd taken Indirect Magic!
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[personal profile] werepanther
Hey guys! Just a heads-up that starting from this week, you'll have a new Statistics teacher on Tuesdays/Thursdays. :) The former teacher had to go on a field mission - and since I had free time, I figured I might as well step in and teach for the rest of Quarter.

If you have any questions, let me know and I'll try to answer them as best as I can! Can't say I'll grade things on time, though. For those of you who don't know me, my name's Instructor Tom Bronson, and I've been your BOX 101 Instructor for the past ten months now.

I think that's about it, so I hope to see some of you Cadets in my class!!

- Instructor Bronson


[ooc | With mod permission, Tom's been granted the position of your new Statistics teacher! :3 He's surprisingly good at it... but the paperwork? Nnnnot so much.]
[identity profile] vestigiaflammae.livejournal.com
okay i know i talked to people about this before but this time FOR REAL.

who's up for a trip to the beach in balamb town this weekend? sunday afternoon so people don't have classes and stuff?

we can go fishing, swim, all that stuff. it'll be awesome. plus my brain is gonna ooze out my ears if i spend another weekend on homework, and i can't be the only one, right? right?

just reply here or catch me in class or something!

- lea



[Despite the cheery tone of his bbs message, anybody who's out by the front gates this afternoon might spot Lea sitting on a bench near the fountains, hugging his knees and staring at the water. He almost looks lonely.]
[identity profile] dumpsterdives.livejournal.com
[ 'Troublemakers are free to roam...'

And yet, Garden's most notorious is remarkable only in her absence. No graffitti, no saran wrap on toilet seats, no firecrackers tied to doorknobs. If you step out of the grand hall, though, and follow the muffled, rythmic sounds of a gun being fired, you'll find her in the WTR-301 classroom, putting lead in practice targets. Her form is slightly off--she's going to give herself a sore arm if she doesn't change that--but the basics are there and her aim is brutal. The metal is warm in her hands, and with the protective headgear muffling the noise, all she had to focus on is the steady beat of recoil. Blam, blam, blam, click. Reload.

She doesn't want to think about loss; this is the gun that her father used. She stuck a gun just like this in a man's mouth, once, when he threatened her. (It's a good memory. Sort of.) She wants to make friends with this gun. Gokudera's gone, and when she thinks that probably no one realized but her she gets pissed off, but that's the truth and she's going to have to bust her own ass this semester if she wants to stay, after failing two classes last time. He won't be here to nag her into homework. She briefly wonders about just leaving Garden and touring; now that she has No-Time back, it would be simple. A long, long walk. But then faces spring to mind, and what if No-Time was gone, and she was looking forward to that one class...it's just easier, she tells herself. It's just easier to stay.

Blam, click, reload. Got nothing better to do? Come bug her--just don't sneak up on her, she's in a mood, has a loaded weapon and less than zero qualms on using it. ]
[identity profile] hypocriteonjl.livejournal.com
[With only a day to go before classes started, Gavril thought it would be a good idea for the instructors to get together and try to enjoy themselves before the stress of the start of the school year got to all of them. But more than that, it was a chance for them to all get together and get to better know one another, as there weren't many instructor activities where they could come together and mingle without having to chaperone.

Or at least, that was the theory.

Though he had sent PMs to all the instructors inviting them out, he was beginning to wonder if maybe no one would show up, or that only the few people he was friendly with would show up, or any other number of things as the minutes counted down to the time he had given everyone. He'd even gone so far to move the location to a bar in Balamb after learning at least one of the instructors was underage, as he'd managed to convince the owner of this particular bar to allow underaged instructors in tonight, but only if they got their hand stamped to prevent them from obtaining alcohol. Also, by moving it off Garden, it lessened the chances of bumping into any students.

Not one to be a pessimist, though, Gavril quickly pushed such thoughts from his mind and started drinking a little early, nursing a beer while he hoped for a large turnout.]




((OOC: For the sake of my sanity, I'm handwaving the fact that Gavril sent out PMs inviting every instructor to a night out before the new semester starts. Feel free to mingle with one another and otherwise do what you like! Though Gavril started it this is very much an open post for everyone to get to know each other better, and relax before the start of classes, so tag around! And if your character feels so inclined, drink away. We'll figure out who has to pay the tab in the morning :D

Also, I apologize for any typos there may be as it's 2am, and I will fix it in the morning >>; ))

[identity profile] lionesshearted.livejournal.com
The lounge is now open. There are some rules that need to be followed, and only those age twenty-one and older will be allowed inside. No weapons or para-magic. No combat-based abilities will be permitted. These fall in line with normal Garden rules, so all of those will definitely apply. Also, I will not tolerate foul language when I am there, but that is more personal. It will get you warned, but not thrown out right away. If there are any questions, just ask.

-Raine Loire

002 [bbs]

Sep. 27th, 2011 11:29 pm
[identity profile] ageaaquarius.livejournal.com
so recently i recievved a uh
wwhats the earth name for it
oh right
i recievved a kitten
youvve probably seen him runnin around a little bit or somethin but uh yeah
hes fitted wwith a collar a bell an a tag
youd knoww him if youd seen him an i mean hes not that fuckin hard to spot believve me
i might be wwantin a little bit a advvice since ivve nevver really taken care a somethin like this before an evven if i do knoww i havve a great handle on keepin him all happy an content
wwell i wwouldnt mind someone givvin me a small tip or somethin
just wwanted to say it wwhile i remembered


[Also attached is an image of said kitten.]
[identity profile] focusedfate.livejournal.com
[Today if you happen to be walking around inside the Garden, you may hear the faint strains of music--someone, it would seem, is playing the piano. The first few notes are a little hesitant, but as it continues, the music grows more confident and smoother. It's almost as if the pianist once played quite often but is now just coming off of a rather long playing hiatus. Really, once the individual settles into his groove, he's quite good.

If you follow said music through the hallways, you'll find yourself at the door of the music room. Inside, you'll find Cid seated at the piano; it doesn't look like he'll mind if he ends up with an audience.
]
[identity profile] brokenfirebird.livejournal.com
[It's... odd. You really don't realise just how much you'll miss something until it's gone, and Raven has spent the last month feeling... well, empty. Her monster form, much as she disliked it, left quite a hole when suddenly she couldn't use it anymore. After all, it was part of her.

Now that it was back, she was going to do something she very rarely did: enjoy being half monster.

And so, through the day, a large multicoloured phoenix could be seen flying close to the Garden. Occasionally it would stop to rest, and occasionally it would disappear as Raven returned to her human form as far out of sight as she could, but it remained close to Garden.

She couldn't have done this at home.
]

second hop

Sep. 22nd, 2011 06:30 am
[identity profile] kyuukyuukyuu.livejournal.com
[bbs;]

I've been thinking lately; there's a lot of different worlds out there, aren't there? With a lot of different animals! I imagine there's so many different kinds, and definitely more than I could teach about here.

Oh, but you know, I was wondering- what's everyone's favorite animal? I really like bunnies, myself!

-- Shurelia


[Shurelia, just admit you wanted to talk about rabbits instead of trying to turn it into a conversation about animals...]

[action;]

[Sometime later in the day, Shurelia can be found in Fisherman's Horizon, looking... lost. Somewhere between the Inn she was staying at with everyone else, and Garden, she'd managed to lose her way.

Yeah, maybe she should stop relying on a faulty internal GPS.]


Which way was it again...?
[identity profile] adewdropbright.livejournal.com
I can use my own magic again! What a relief. The GFs aren't bad, but you don't want to rely on them too much. Is everyone else back to normal?

To celebrate I have a little something for everyone. I'd show you, but that would spoil the surprise. I'm handing them out in the Quad!

- Aerith


[ And that gets posted. ...And then about ten minutes later, after a little more stumping at the computer, a new message gets posted! This time it's unsigned, but it's the same id number on both entries. ]

I mi-i-ight have forgotten how to do video on the computers. It's been too long. Could someone refresh my memory?

[ Okay, that might be the real reason it's a "surprise". Anyone who has seen Aerith recently will not be surprised that she's handing out flowers, those still fresh from when the unexpected powers manifested. Between springing flowers on people, she's weaving a few into larger things, like a flower crown and an assortment in a small red vase. ]
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[ Anyone walking into the training center would hear a large crash, followed by repeated swears in multiple languages. Closer inspection of the crashes would find you encountering a highly pissed off Erik Lehnsherr, brows furrowed in a combination of both anger and confusion as his attempts to ward off what appears to be a giant dinosaur aiming for him are failing successively. There are objects of metal flying around here and there, but despite Erik's constant focus, they're not any efficient against the T-Rexaur.

He neatly runs off, evading the dinosaur if only for a brief moment, and takes a respite behind a column, frustrated. ]


Damnit, where's Charles when you need him for this?

[ OOC: As part of the superpowers event, Erik has lost his metal manipulation! Feel free to jump in, save him, mock him, whatever! ]

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