[identity profile] hindsight2fold.livejournal.com
[Sollux is simply wandering around looking for a crowded place and someone he can ask for help. He doesn't know where he is, and he doesn't know how he knows where he is, cause last time he checked he hadn't really learned how to smell colors yet like Terezi had, but right now he has a vague idea of his surroundings, however blurry and poorly formed they may be and he can "see" well enough to know he's not back in the veil anymore. He's carrying his letter in his hand, but he can't actually see the words on the paper in order to read them.]

Right, give the letter to the blind troll. That makes a lot of sense.

[He grumbles to himself. He's just going to keep wandering around grousing until he can work up the nerve to ask someone for help.]
[identity profile] maplezen.livejournal.com
[His first quarter of teaching was going pretty nicely, he had to say. So far his classes were giving him little trouble and the work load wasn't bad. It wasn't quite as stressful as going on missions for sure. No, he kind of liked this a lot.

There was something funny about a country becoming domestic. Ah well.]

[Canada had a bit of free time and found himself strolling around Garden. He had his bear in one arm and a nice cup of coffee from the cafeteria in the other.]

[For the record that bear is real, alive and talks in case you decide to poke at it.]

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[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] betwixttocks.livejournal.com
[Vriska Serket stuck out like a sore thumb in crowds everywhere she went. It was a strange feeling, one that helped fuel the alienation she felt in this world. What with her gray skin, bright yellow eyes, candy-corn colored horns, and strange left eye (complete with seven pupils, totaling up to eight) there really was no mistaking her for anyone else... anyone else human, that is. Not that she would ever try to pass off as a human- she liked being a troll. It was just hard. It was hard and no one here understood what she felt (not that she'd ever talk about it).

Yet after being here for a sweep (two years) most people who lived at the Gardens were used to seeing her and so the staring was minimal. Better for her, thankfully. As she walked through the lobby, pack slung over her shoulder and long, black hair tied back into a braid, she was not in the mood to deal with gawkers. Stupid, pink wrigglers. Don't know how to mind their own business.]
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[It had been a while since Nepeta had been brought to this world. In all honesty she was not sure she could say how long it had been, something bordering a month if she had to venture a guess. A month full of a lot of time spent in the hospital, recovering from the brutal beating that Gamzee had given her, a month spent trying and failing to come to terms with the death of her moirail, and a month full of questions and paperwork by humans urging her to come to this strange place.

It really was enough to send any troll's head reeling, especially one so young as her. She wanted to get back up on her feet, she wanted to try and move on and make the best of her situation, but it was so hard to do when she couldn't even get herself oriented. She had always been the cheerful one amongst her group, the one others came to when they needed to get something off their chest but that was because she had always had Equius by her side. It wasn't even so much as what he did, as was just his presence that helped her stay strong through all their troubles but now he was gone, she was mysteriously in some world inhabited by humans, and no other troll in sight.

She had just come from a meeting where she had been told the rules of this place, and where she would be staying, but after that she'd been left to her own devices. At first it had seemed like a refreshing idea, it seemed she had not been allowed much time for peace of mind since she arrived in this world but now as she stood awkwardly in the lobby, watching people walking to and fro from whatever destinations she had in mind it didn't seem quite so grand.]

((ooc; no one saw that...sob))
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[personal profile] oftime
so time compression huh
youd think as the knight of time i could avoid this kind of shit
but hey man i aint even mad
in fact its not even that bad here even if i feel like ive seen all of this before somewhere
anyone else get the feeling theyre in a video game
like legit i am pretty sure that game bro did a review of a game like this
it reminds me of some kind of jrpg where you run around with swords that should be physically impossible to wield

not like i can talk any i just spent like
i dont even know anymore
three days or something running around in a game with swords that should be physically impossible to wield
even if half of them were pieces of shit
or literally just half of a sword

also question
if these oldschool computers are what passes for technology
where the hell is this world in terms of music
like are we still dealing with records or have we at least advanced to casettes
cause i aint doing eight tracks that shit just wont fly

( Just another reminder that if this Courier shit burns your eyes, please let me know here so I know not to reply with it to your posts! )
[identity profile] maplezen.livejournal.com
[ Matthew hadn't been back long. He was still dressed in his SeeD uniform from the mission and was pacing somewhat nervously down the halls.

He had a note in his hand, the one from the headmaster about the disappearing offworlders. That never boded well. There was little to be done about Time Compression but he would at least keep his eyes open for anything suspicious.

And hopefully he could give a hand to any new cadets without them flipping out over these apparent disappearings. Nothing like a school full of panic.

At least he had some time to get his lesson plans together for the new term. He'd been super late getting back. (He fell asleep on the way back and somehow wound up across the continent oops.) and so he had to take these small silver linings where he could. ]


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