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[The entire cafeteria is gift wrapped.

No! REALLY! It's all gift wrapped in funky designs! Anything you can imagine, it's there! Ribbons and bows included!

Chairs! Tables! Lunch trays! Spoons! Forks! Knives! EVERYTHING IS GIFT WRAPPED! Have fun unwrapping them.

And there is a pink gorilla sitting at a table, drinking tea from a very nice teacup and saucer.

It's apple tea, by the way.]
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[ While SeeD exams are very interesting and all, truthfully, it's hard to say that Claire really cares that much about them when in they're in the process of taking place. For her, today isn't that much different than any other day. Just more time to try and find something to do while school isn't currently in session, right?

To those who saw the instructor during the duration of the... phenomenon recently, she certainly looks different now- her hooded cape is gone, and even though it might be slowly growing cooler outside, after so long wearing the amount of clothing that had been required to protect her during the day, she's very glad things are back to normal.

For more reasons than one, of course... but for now and most obviously to an outsider's eye, she definitely seems determined to soak up all of the sunlight now that she can again, given her practically trademarked short skirt and a high-collared - but sleeveless - top in neutral colors. Most of the morning, she can be found at the quad, flipping through a number of books as if she's looking for something...

Eventually, though, she leaves the school entirely. Considering she's bringing along the bronze-colored gunblade she bought in this world, it looks like she's probably off to fight monsters outside of those found in the training center. And yet she doesn't go far, and now there's a pink-haired fighter sitting on top of an old fence left behind years before, half lost in thought and cutting up what looks a lot like a large taproot of some kind with a long knife.

Why? Take a guess.

Apparently, Claire has managed to find a sight even natives of this world might be surprised to witness- at least here in Balamb. Before long, a large and very yellow something steps tentatively out of the nearby trees, and after a few seconds of consideration, comes just close enough to take a bit of vegetable out of the attentive woman's outstretched hand.

Random wild chocobo, anyone? Just don't make any sudden moves... ]
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hey everyone!!

i know you guys heard about the beach right?? :O so whos going? it'll be a great chance for everyone to relax after finals and everything. it should be fun!

oh but i was wondering what kind of things do you need to bring to the beach? is there anything i need to get? we didnt really have a beach back home and the only time i went to one i was only taking a walk!! so if anyone could help that would be great ok? :D

everyone is coming right??? please please please come!! or else! >:)

- vanille

Action for the Library, after making the post. )
( ooc: Dated before the beach party..! )
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Choice A - Fisherman's Horizon
[For someone who isn't exactly used to setting foot in a town and having people actually stroll by - sometimes waving or offering a smile, other times a crotchety old glare and a mutter about "kids these days" - this place is rather unsettling for a kid who'd almost, bitter as it was, gotten accustomed to pretty much the whole of humanity running screaming in terror. Whether it be away or toward, with crudely brandished makeshift weapons.

Hope clasps a hand over his tummy, exhaling slowly before continuing his trek toward the Inn as he'd been directed. Now that it's finally sinking in that this is a safe place, at least in comparison to what he's endured over the past few days, most of the unconscious fight-or-flight reactions are kept at bay.

And thus he's busy craning his neck this way and that, trying to take everything in. One thing that catches his eye in particular is the huge circular panel and everything that surrounds it. So much, in fact, that he's too busy twisting his head around to try and get a better look at it as he walks. Most likely bumping into other fellow students on their stay here or the town's citizens as he does so.

He can be caught on his way to the inn or heading toward the Garden a bit later, changed into his student uniform and looking every bit confused and bewildered as before.

Choice B - Balamb Garden
[The next term won't be starting for a little while, Hope was told, so he's entirely free until then. After making it to the F.H. Inn, he'd spent some time sitting on his bed staring at the class roster—only to discover some very familiar names, one more bemusing than the others.

Therefore! First order of business? Finding the others. It's just a matter of finding the right classrooms.

Willing his heart to stay where it belongs (that's in his chest and not leaping out of his palate the way it's been threatening), hesitant footsteps carry him away from the large directory panel he'd been staring at and toward where he might find one of those very places. He only gets halfway up the stairs before pausing again, lifting up the wrinkled sheet in his hands and staring down at all the names, course numbers, and corresponding rooms. It's starting to all blur together, making his head spin. Hope squeezes his eyes shut with a frustrated sigh, then practically leaps up the rest of the stairs leading to the elevator.

It's entirely hit-or-miss for him, but he'll be hitting up the Farron, Villiers and Katzroy courses first thing - and in that order. Other cadets might see him weaving his way through random little crowds of fellow students, probably getting smacked into due to his tiny (therefore near-invisible) height and knocked around a few times; or he'll be nervously waiting outside one of the classrooms, attempting to find a way to peer inside. He can't summon up the courage to just barge on in there, as much as he'd like to.
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[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:


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
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!
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[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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hi everyone!

i just figured out how to make my text colored. pretty, huh? anyway i never posted on this thing except one time but i think i finally figured it all out. i could read on it for class and stuff but it took a lot of poking around to find out how to talk to everyone on it. so hi!!

i'm vanille in case you were wondering. nice to meet you all. i hope we can be friends!

i don't know if you heard but someone said i should be homecoming princess! that was really nice of them... but i guess now i have to make my own banners too! i made some for grell and bulla already but i never thought i'd have to make some for me! but since it was so much fun the first time it can only be more fun now, right? i'm really excited about it! if anyone wants to help i'm going to go get supplies to make them later so we can do that! i'll bring some cookies or something! i'll need help hanging them up too.

oh and someone told me about a place in the training center i want to check out. they said it was a secret! i'd never seen it before and since its a secret i don't know where it is. does anyone wanna show me? they said it was a good place to get action at... if i find it i bet i could show it to fang! she'd probably like it, not that there aren't enough monsters to fight as it is huh? but more action is never a bad thing.

well thats it i think. um i guess i should say please vote for me! it would make me really happy. i wish i could vote for everybody...

bye now!!

Vanille Dia
Cadet, Student ID #63154

Scenario A: Homecoming Banners )

Scenario B: Snooping Around the Training Center )

( ooc: Feel free to hop in either scenario or just respond on the BBS! Also if you'd like to make plans to meet her to show her where the *~*secret spot*~* is, we can have them meet up. )
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[It had been a long year since Lightning had last been here, walking through the turnstiles to get back into Garden. One year of chasing a monster all over the continent without any backup. One more year with only her thoughts as company, and not so much as a clue to get home for it. Just more gil and a teaching job to look forward to come morning.

Nothing had changed, really. Not even the place looked different as Lightning looked up, eyes narrowing in thought. Would she ever find a way back? Hard to say. But she was going to try, and standing around wasn't going to solve anything. So she stepped forward, never turning her head from what was in front of her.

It would honestly be a wonder if she didn't crash into someone or something, at the pace she was following.]
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[Damian can tolerate a lot when it comes to his best friend. He can tolerate Aang's strange euphemisms (seriously, monkey feathers isn't impolite!), he can tolerate Aang's too-cheerful attitude, and most importantly, he can tolerate Aang's "no killing. EVER" policy towards just about everything they encountered in the Training Center.

But what he can't tolerate? Is an incredibly mopey Aang that hasn't bothered to leave his bedroom. Even the Instructors' houseplants had more energy than this! With a sigh, Damian throws a pillow in Aang's general direction and waves a finger accusingly:]

For the last time, stop moping around! The only thing you're going to lose in here is your sanity... and quite possibly mine too.

[SIGH.] You zift! Seize the slagging day already!

[Although he doesn't suspect it, Damian feels like he's talking to a brick wall.]
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[Hope is inbetween his morning and afternoon classes. He's got his books in his bag, with a crisp new pad of paper with incredibly neat handwriting just visible where the cover has not fallen over the lined paper in a straight line. Hope is looking up at the sky with his eyes closed.

It had been an interesting thing being back in a school environment. He'd never really thought he'd miss it as much as he did. There were new people to meet, schedules to keep and lots of interesting thing to learn. It had been a rough time recently in his life, he was glad it was starting to resemble something normal, even if it never would be.

Hope pulls out a little laminated card from his pocket and looks down at it. He had Political Science, Sociology and Tactical strategy left to go for that day. He smiles, stands heading towards the cafeteria for a bite to eat.]

[OOC: Open to EVERYONE! Especially his class mates.]


May. 29th, 2011 07:34 am
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[Squall didn't understand it at all. This sort of letter from Cid... Welcome back? Time Compression? He'd thought they'd finished with all this... Hadn't that been what Matron had said? That there was an end? ...He didn't know anymore.

What he did know was the letter said to go see Cid. If that was the case this time couldn't be too far removed from his own. ...Unless this was a different Cid. ... ... ...He didn't even want to think about it.

He just wanted to understand what was going on. That and get back to Rinoa and their friends. His Garden.

To that end he read his letter one more time before folding it in half and making his way across the main floor lobby towards the elevator. If he stared a bit at things as he went, it couldn't be help. So many things looked the same, but just as much so many things were different. Different people certainly. He didn't know any of those he was passing by...]
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[Here's Ron with a sandwich in his mouth (when isn't he without one?), his brows set in a deep scowl as he reads over his new schedule for the upcoming term. He's seated on a bench near the cafeteria, his rucksack on the ground next to his legs.

Part of him wonders if Harry and even Hermione got the same classes as him, while the other part KNOWS they didn't and that he'll be alone. Sigh.

But ... Ballroom Dancing? Defensive Driving? Merlin is somehow out to make his life miserable here.
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[He had no idea how long he'd been trapped in there, but thank god he was allowed out now. He had no idea what had caused him to get such an icky and debilitating disease but he was just praying and hoping he'd never have to deal with that ever again.

He reveled in the fresh air swamping around his nostrils. He moved towards his room, not that he could really call it that after not really spending much time there. He wanted to see everyone too.

He moves through the quad, he took his time, taking in the scenery again after such a long time. He smiles to himself and sits down on the bench he had the first time he'd come to the quad. He sighs and looks out over the quad.]

I should probably go and see Snow and Vanille and Serah... they were probably worried.

[He spoke aloud, not really taking much action on his words except to swing his feet lightly.]
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Hey Guys.

I was just wondering if anyone was majoring in BATT-MED. I was kind thinking I'd sign up but I wanted to talk about it first.

Also, I was wondering how hard the sociology and political science classes were.

I'm trying to get this all sorted as early as possible I guess.

Thanks in advance,

- Hope Estheim.

[OOC: Replies will be kind of slow till tuesday! Busy Busy Busy x___x]
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[Hope was wandering around the giant new place trying to take this all in. In his hand was his acceptance letter and the course catalogue. How... Well. He'd had similar things happen. But... that didn't make this any less confusing.

He sighed, sitting down on a bench and pulling his knees up to his chest. This was... getting a little bit ridiculous. First being branded a L'Cie then... Then Pulse now this. If this sorceress was standing right in front of him! ... He'd probably get his butt kicked. He was good at magic... but he wasn't a soldier.

He clenches his fist around that letter. He wasn't a soldier. Yet.]


Jul. 8th, 2010 10:34 am
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[Ken's little tired from his nightmare from last night. Logically, spending a night in a strange room in a strange place would do that to him...probably. However, that's not what he's really bothered by it much, he's just dragging his feet a little more on his way to class.]

I thought I was done with school.


Jul. 8th, 2010 09:57 am
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Someone once famously asked if androids dream of electric sheep. Turns out they do even if they are not supposed to and by the way the sheep are missing their faces and want to eat me

soooooooooo how about that handy distracting topic change, huh

[Should you go looking, a robot is tucked away under a desk in the corner of the computer labs, looking a tad harrowed and apparently attempting to conserve power.]
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[Really, the echo of a crowd should've been his first hint, but Fang had mentioned that whatever she was inviting them to was exciting, and Hope was not in the practice of doubting the judgment of his closest friends. Hell, he might even jump from a ridge hundreds of feet in the air if Lightning told him to- hey, wait a minute...

Still, he hesitates at the doorway. It's awfully loud in there.]

Oh well.

[With a shrug, he opens the unlocked door.

And closes it a second later. Leaning back, he looks up at the wall. Well, that's weird. That's definitely Fang's room number, and he's pretty sure he's in the right dorm. So what were all those half-dressed people doing in there?]

{ooc; General post-midterms PARTYING TIME post.}


Jun. 12th, 2010 06:56 pm
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[It had all been too strange for Id ever since he came to this new world. One moment he was fighting what some might consider the most powerful being in the ancient past of what was to become the continent of Gressen, and then the next thing he knows, he's somewhere else, his sword returned back to normal, and with him being picked up by some kind people.

At least, he thought them to be kind. Oakbing always said he was a little too trusting of others.

Now, he found himself enrolled in this place that was training people to become some sort of warrior. At first, he figured he was fine as he was, knowing how to battle with a sword. That was, until he saw the class listings, which included magic. He took them only because they reminded him of the world he'd left behind. And Ilran. And the others...

He was now on the far end of the quad, just taking it all in. The sights, of course.]

I know I need to get used to all this very fast. I barely even remember half of what I was taught in class. I barely even know how to work those things that they use in there. Com... comp... something.

[It was here where his sword, now transfigured into a golden sort of combination ring/bracelet, spoke to him in his mind]

-You mean computers. I'm... I'm sorry I can't be of much use to you around here, unless it's to protect you, Id-nim-

[To the casual observer, he could quite possibly look as if he's about to speak to himself in a low whisper, however.]

It's not your fault, Lamia, it's not your fault.

[Feel free to talk to the dude that completely looks like a lady. Don't worry, he's all too used to the fact that he's been thought to be a female before. Just how far you take it might make the difference on how friendly he might be.]
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[Strolling through the training center was a dapper looking gentleman clutching an open textbook within his hands, who seemed to be more interested in that book than his current surroundings. While studying within the training center may not be the ideal place, Albert had to get practice somewhere. Magick is a difficult subject to understand nevertheless master quickly. However, the gentlemanly warlock was more than certain he would be able to master the arts of para-magic soon enough because of it’s similarities to the Dark Arts.

With that said, Albert saw the training grounds here to be the most ideal spot for committing a mock genocide.

Leaving about a dozen or so fiends at his wake, Albert continued with his leisurely stroll through the training center while literally wielding his magick to rip apart everyone, and everything that stood in his way.]

Oh dear…[Albert turned back a page.] I think I was supposed to use fire magick upon the plant-like fiends, not lightning.

[He sighed.]

Now I have to find another one of those!


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