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[The day is a bit cloudy, and wind on the water is around eighteen knots. The harbor is bustling with townspeople and visitors. Temporary stalls have been set up selling mostly food and drink or merchandise for the three Raha Cup yacht teams.

[You might need to shove a few people to get right on the waterfront, but the view of the boats in the harbor is well worth it. Once the race begins and the boats are clear of the harbor, remote control boats are available for rental; the race is expected to take two hours.

[At the nearby Balamb Hotel, there is a large TV screen set up outdoors with seating available. Hotel staff are running an outdoor bar for the occasion.

[Throughout the area and within a couple of blocks of both the waterfront and the hotel, a combination of SeeD, Cadets, and uniformed Balamb militia and police are posted as security, in response to threats received by the town council. Normally this event only has police security, so the townspeople seem to resent the need for this increased show of force rather than the fact that they're around at all.]

(OOC: Free-for-all! Feel free to make your own threads as well as using the location threads. NPCs may hit your characters up. You may have your SeeD/Cadet character hired as security if you choose; they will be in uniform, and will be on for half hour shifts so they have time to enjoy the event as well.)
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[Time Compression, in its purest form -- a tangled ball like a naked singularity, where space and time are points rather than dimensions, and no standard laws of reality apply.]

[The Gate of Truth: a portal between this world and another, the means by which alchemical energy comes into this world, capable of separating those who cross it into body, mind, and soul.]

[Mixing the two might have been a bad idea.]

[From a circle on the ground in the very depths of Tears Point, a yawning void opens. From it pour hands -- hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny shadow-hands on endlessly long, shapeless black arms. Though nothing seems to be guiding them, they unerring seek out everything and everyone living nearby. Slash them, cut them, burn them, blast them -- they simply reform and redouble their efforts to seize living beings.]

[Suddenly the flow shifts. Whereas before the circle disgorged Cthonian nightmares, now it pulls with unearthly strength. The shadow-hands wrap around their targets, seize them, and pull them in fast and hard.]

[All is blinding white.]

[The scene abruptly resolves into coherent shapes and images again. Where before, they had stood under a sky red with monsters, now the heroes stand beneath a sky full of clouds, whose whiteness is the same ominous density that grey-blackness would be in a normal world. Lower in the sky, nearly blotting out those clouds, hung Lunatic Pandoras, countless Lunatic Pandoras, limitless temporal repetition of the same monolith.]

[In the center, where the Time Compression Distortion had touched Tears Point, now all that was visible was the bloated, decaying husk of a spider. A massive spider, whose sprawled legs stretch far off into the distance. Atop it, a spider that was miniscule only in comparison to the titan frantically weaves another line into a great web that seems poised to catch a descending crystal as it lurches laboriously groundward from some far-off point in the sky.]

[And if all that is strange, wait till you look around...]

[But there's still a job to be done.]

[OOC: Discussion post is here, and you really ought to read it before you post! Again, no tag order, multiple locations.]
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[Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

[The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

[The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

[The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

[Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

[Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

[At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

[As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

[The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

[Lunatic Pandora.]

[At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

[The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

[The Lunar cry has begun.]

[OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]
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[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]

Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.

I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.

[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]

I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.

Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.

You will go home.

[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]

I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.

I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.

[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]

[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]

[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
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[The sun is brightly shining behind Selphie as she beams at everyone and anyone who comes across this message on the BBS. There's a very particular reason that anyone can easily figure out if they heard her delighted squeals when she learned they were going to Trabia.

Selphie was finally going home to see her beloved Trabia finally rebuilt and restored to its former glory. The destruction of her first real home had impacted her deeply and now that it was rebuilt and facing further hardship, she decided that she would do everything in her power to help her alma mater.]

Good morning Balamb Garden!

First things first, if anybody gives anybody from Trabia a hard time, expect yourself in for a good loooooooooooong talkin' to!

And that goes double for you, Greed!

Although, if people are willing to build a corral, I say we go get us some Chocobo's for while we're all up here. I know a bunch of you guys are complaining about how cold it is outside so getting some Chocobo's will not only cut down on travel time and save gas but it'll keep everybody warmer as well!

So! Who's game? Come on guys, don't you wanna make your life a little bit easier so you don't totally freeze because you're a bit of a wuss when it comes to a little bit of snow?

No? Okay, then! Your loss. [Selphie just shrugs at the camera.] Anybody wants me, I'll headin' for the Chocobo Forest! Be there, or be square!

[Or be the Adult and keep the troublemaker out of trouble?]

[Private Message to Seifer Almasy/Text]


So yeah... we're all at Trabia right now and there's still a lot that I don't know but, don't get hurt, okay? I know we didn't get along when we were kids but I wanna try to get along with you now, okay?

And you better not be making any weird faces or sarcastic remarks because of this!
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[Slamming doors, brushing off greetings, shoving through crowds, hogging textbooks in the library, glaring at anyone who even momentarily makes eye contact - whatever Garden's crankiest alchemist happens to be doing on this otherwise unremarkable day of classes, he seems to have kicked it up a notch. Which, yes, is noticeable, thank you very much.

The sole exceptions to this are the several occasions throughout the day when he takes to skulking around the front of the infirmary, getting in people's way and generally contriving to give the impression that he's there by accident. When he thinks nobody is looking, he begins to furtively sneak round a corner, approximately in the direction of one particular bed.

But of course he isn't in a bad mood! Why would he be in a bad mood? If you want to suggest otherwise, you damn well better come over and say it to his face!]
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[The air is full of excitement (at least according to Pinkie) as the beloved MC for the date auction takes the stage. Dressed in a queen of hearts costume (with full red bodysuit beneath), Pinkie hops onto the stage with the brightest smile she has in her arsenal.]

WELCOME TO THE EIGHTH ANNUAL… uh… SECOND ANNUAL… No, that's not right either…

[Just how many were there?! Pinkie does some math in the air before batting away at the imaginary numbers.]


All proceeds from the auction will to towards making a fun space filled to the brim with FUN! Doesn't that sound…FUN?! [Is that silence?] Yeah, I'd rather the money go to orphans, too! But we can work on that later, right?! [She looks to the GFC. Well, it's more like a 'WE-HAD-BETTER-OR-ELSE!!' kinda stare. Pinkie looks back to the audience with her brightest smile again.]

So let's get this show on the road! [Pinkie gives a sly look to the audience.] The road to love~!

(ooc: please wait until all threads are completed before commenting! Look to this space for the signal! GO AT IT! And please remember to add your character tags to the entry!)
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[Video Segment]
[The screen showed someone that hadn't been around a bit, that was for sure. A woman, with very long, blue hair, who was wearing an odd hat. With peaches.

More noticeable than her clothing was the fact that she was visibly beaten up. Dust, bruises, some blood, scratches, she clearly had been through quite some fighting, though she was somehow radiating a smug satisfaction that didn't fit the state of her body at all.

Hello! I've been away for a bit, doing the usual here and there, so for those who don't know me, I'm Instructor Tenshi Hinanai.

I'll be teaching Geography and, of course, the highest level of magical combat. Don't worry, I'll make sure that even you ordinary, earth-crawling humans can have some chance of passing.

[She nodded, brushing back some of her hair, then smiled at the camera]

That said, we have a nice island here, don't we? Reminds me a lot of home - the islands in actual heaven. But I suppose Islands closest to heaven are pretty good, too, although they got nothing on the real thing, of course. I look forward to returning tomorrow!

[Evidently, this instructor had not deemed it necessary to make herself presentable for the introduction. Just one more sign that her priorities were completely and utterly screwed up beyond help.]

[ACTION Segment]

[Of course, Tenshi could also be encountered in the garden, while she was looking at the place to check if everything was how it used to be. She had been away on a long-ish mission, after all, so who knew what changed? Like above, she likely still hadn't changed.

Particularly lazy-seeming students might find her throwing a head-sized rock at their feet.
And teachers/seeds too, 'to test their reflexes'...
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[To say that all this was interesting to Lihau would be quite an understatement. Frankly, while dimension hopping wasn't entirely a new thing to her -- hello, Outlands! -- being thrust into it involuntarily while trying to find the bathroom after a night of getting drunk was. At least she had avoided peeing in anyone's flowerpots, but coming here to Garden had taken her a bit.

As it was, there was quite a lot she had not understood, it seemed...]

[Early in the day, Lihau can be found in the library nearly hidden amongst a truly worship-worthy few towers of books on the desk around her, thumbing through a mix of her course catalog and some random book from said library. Her concentration on such is quite intense, and she seems to be writing down notes on random scraps of paper she likely found just around.]

[Around mid-day, Lihau can be found in the Training Center, though it seems more for the general idea of the area. Rather than going out of her way to fight the Grats, she appears to be going through motions and strikes against thin air that are very similar to martial arts style practices, for those who have seen it before. Once or twice, a Grat will make the mistake of getting too close, and it's often dispatched fairly quickly before she returns to her flowing, cycled motions.

And if THAT doesn't catch your eye, the small kegs hanging from her waist might.]

[And finally, a short time before curfew, Lihau is knocking on the door to the Commander's office, having asked around and been told to talk to this lady over a certain problem...]
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Who wants to join me for some extra-cirriculur WTR activity?   

[Twirls a small pistol in her hand.]

In other words: target practice!  Hee hee! 

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[Selphie may have been particularly and unusually quiet since she came back to Garden but hey, 22 years of catching up can take quite some time. On top of that, she had to learn how to use the laptop before she cast Firaga on it like she'd threatened when it started crashing on her. Thankfully for the Garden Tech Support staff, they gave her another laptop and instructions on how to operate it. Quiet all you tech saavy types, they didn't have laptops at Garden during the war, okay?

However, the perky brunette wasn't expecting to open the curtains in her room on this very special morning to snow. It wasn't just any snow, either. It was the snow with the big fluffy flakes that glittered in the sunlight and everyone on the second floor of the dorms is going to hear the girl squealing with delight for all it's worth. Feel free to come and find out what all the commotion is as she's scrambling to set up her webcam to start recording the gently falling flakes.]

Garden! Everybody, make a wish! If you don't know about the Snow Fairies, then you clearly haven't spent enough time at the awesomeness that is Trabia Garden!

Otherwise, snowball fight in the courtyard in half an hour. Be there or be square!

[Then she's leaning in with an excited look on her face. Really, she looks like a kid who's walked into a candy store for the first before grinning at everybody with a mischievous glint in her eyes.]

Or if you want your sheets frozen then by all means, skip out.

Selphie, out!

[And with a peace sign to the camera, the feed cuts out.]
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[Riza can be found in the firing ranges, doing what she does the best. Except for one difference. She's infuriated. Beyond the norm. Why the hell, in all of her years of military service, was she missing the center of a target? She was seven yards from the damned thing and still nothing. As fast as lightning, she drops a clip from the butt of the weapon before reloading. Quickly she pops the safety off and pulls back the hammer, until she hears a bullet gently slide into the chamber barrel.

Okay, that wasn't the problem. Aim, unload. Placing the gun on the counter top in front of her as gently as her temper would allow her to, she flips a switch. Whirring mechanisms bring the paper target close to her. Upon examination, not a single shot landed where she wanted. Yanking the protective headset from her head, she throws them on the counter as well. She stands there, hands on her hips, glaring at the several years of protection that often rested upon her hip (or any other place that would allow for concealing).

Why? Why now? Is this some sort of punishment from some unknown god? Or were her weapons rigged in some way?

Trying to keep herself in check, she searches her mind for a logical solution. Maybe coming back later will fix the problem. After all, she's been going at it for hours.]
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[There is a video message, and Grell is dressed in a rather...festive attire while sitting in her room. Her two cats, Polish and Bashful (black and red, respectfully) are sitting with her, doing what cats do. Nap.]

I'm sure everyone is aware of that sticky situation we had a few weeks ago. [Oh, the puns!] But, of course, no one has given much thought to those poor little cats that roam around our beloved school! Why, I bet they're still out there, COVERED in that mess.

Or worse!

If anyone has seen a stray in need, by all means...


[She points a black gloved finger at the screen, looking rather miffed. Nothing happened yet, sheesh!] If you were in such a state, someone would take pity on your pathetic LIFE!

[She composes herself, flipping back her curled locks. Just for show.]

In the meantime, I'll be out and about with my precious darlings! [She pets both her cats happily. Who knew Grell was a pet person?] Making a list, and checking it twice!

[Waves at the screen.]

Happy Holidays~! [Grell stands and goes to the laptop to cut the video.]

[PM for The Family]
We're spending the holidays together. No exceptions. It will only be for a day or night. Don't come empty handed.


[Grell holds a leash, attached to two cats in harnesses. She's also holding a rather long scroll in her hands and a quill. Yes, she is very much using that quill for writing.]

Let's see. Who's been naughty this year~? [Because it's far easier to start with that. And fun.] Definitely Little Miss Orange Juice.

[Gosh, what IS that girl's name again...]
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[A red-haired teenage girl wearing a pink, rubbery space outfit walks into the Lobby.  She comes to a stop and starts glancing around, from left to right, at all the people passing by, at the directory and upward to the elevator and the ceilng.  And then, without warning, she shouts at the top of her lungs.]


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[Pinkie Pie, dressed casually in this attire, is frolicking around Garden while passing out peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Yes, she is frolicking, and sometimes hoping on her pogo stick.

This has everything to do with the recent bout of jam. She's eaten too much sugar, apparently. Again.

Gummy isn't with her this time. Lucky duck! She left him in the safety of her room for a bit. Hopefully he won't get swallowed up by the jam.]

ACTION FOR MWF HEC 101 or whomever passes by her classroom

[Instead of making clothing patterns, the class will be making sandwich patterns.

Also, Pinkie is still wearing her fancy suit.]

I want to see LIONS and TIGERS and BEARS today! [She paces the front of the room, looking to every cadet, quite serious about her request.] We're making these for those still in the infirmary since the last attack, so PUT SOME CHEERE INTO THAT SANDWICH!

[She dug beneath the neck of her costume and took out a whistle before blowing it.]

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Nice little gadgets we've got here. Shiny technology left and right... and all of them a little short on instruction manuals. Kind of a shame, really.

So this letter tells me 'Time Compression' is what I have to thank for this brave new world opened up to me, but I'm guessing that's not a proper name. (I'm hoping it's not.) So someone want to give me the ten-cenz story of who pulled this stunt off and why?

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to ask if anyone's seen a couple people named 'Fu' or 'Lan Fan' around. Don't ask me for more details, it's a yes or no. Don't ask me why I'm doing these sorts of favors.


[So having figured out the BBS system, the homunculus is feeling ambitious! That's why he's parked out in the cafeteria, playing around with his laptop and trying to figure out what else it can do for him. He's not having much success, but he hasn't bricked it yet, and he's cheerfully taking his failures in stride. For the moment.]


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